Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 467 Ninth-Order Heavenly Will, Decay
"do not come."

"Now is not the time."

The voice possessed an innate majesty and vastness.

But at this moment, he carried a lazy, drunken air about him.

Everyone was startled and began to discuss among themselves.

“What do you mean by ‘not the right time’?” Saga asked.

Galina said, "Could it be that we were so lucky in our ascension that we just happened to run into the other side doing something at a crucial moment?"

"Then we are truly lucky," Mosia laughed heartily. "The enemy is unwilling, but we are determined to go!"

Mingtushan, standing nearby, added, "For the other side to hold up the entire Civilization Train with just one hand must have come at a tremendous cost!"

"He's willing to pay such a high price, it must be a critical moment. Let's quickly push aside this hand and rush in!"

They discussed it incessantly, analyzing it frantically, each one revealing a look of surprise and eagerness to try it out.

They had previously been skeptical of Magalas's rash actions.

But now, it seems this impulse has brought unexpected joy? Or is it actually a good thing?

Just as everyone was in shock, they witnessed a scene that froze their smiles on their faces.

wow-

After the kinetic energy wave from the collision between the hand and the train dissipated, the situation at the scene became vaguely clear.

Indistinct.
Everyone saw that opposite the Twelfth Universe was a grassland and cliffs.

A figure dressed as a beggar lay on his side, dazed, propping up a train of civilization with one hand.

The owner of this hand seemed unkempt, dressed in tattered clothes, but his body was pure and spotless, and no matter how decadent he was, he remained incredibly clean.

"Stop it"

The voice was slurred with drunkenness, "Let me drink first, then I'll deal with it."

Everyone's smiles froze on their faces.

An unprecedented sense of fear and oppression suddenly welled up in my heart.

We thought he was busy with something important.
It turned out that he was just drunk and didn't want to go to work.

First, use one hand to hold the door open, and wait for him to wake up before casually killing us?
This drunkard didn't take us seriously at all.

A deep sense of frustration and humiliation lingered in everyone's hearts, and the anger in everyone's heart was raging!

How can he be so arrogant?

They were both shocked and furious, especially since the other party, while drunk, had casually braced himself against their civilized train with just one hand.
It wasn't at a huge cost as they thought!
The three leaders of the mother civilization exchanged glances, a deep sense of fear gripping their hearts as they spoke of this "monster."

Beside him, Mingtushan suddenly said with a self-deprecating laugh:
"Now, I finally understand your despair. Even though you three are the strongest beings in the history of the universe, you are facing a truly life-or-death ordeal."

Now that he's become a mortal, he knows what that fear is like.

Having just ascended, he, who considered himself a genius, could feel an overwhelming sense of fear.

The bosses guarding each of the twelve trials are incredibly intimidating!

Especially this final hurdle.

Mingtushan believed that his qualifications were no less than those of the three leaders of the Mother Civilization, and that the qualifications of this beggar in front of him were no higher than theirs.

Everyone's potential is roughly the same, but the difference in combat power is too great due to the level of civilization they belong to.

Whoohoo!
A soft snoring sound continuously entered both ears.

“It’s so noisy.” Magalas suddenly looked up.

The echoing sound high in the sky suddenly stopped the fighting.

Magalas revealed a hint of annoyance. "This twelfth trial's will is so arrogant. He's drunk. Why is he dressed like this?"

Magalas stroked his chin, lost in thought:
"Perhaps he's a madman like the three leaders of the mother civilization? Or perhaps, at his level, he no longer cares about his appearance."

"However, he seems to have the right to be arrogant now, being a ninth-tier cultivator?"

Magalas abruptly stopped, looked at God opposite him, and pointed to the enormous hand that was blocking the train of civilization. "It's pointless for us to fight like this. Neither of us can break through the other's defenses."

"I am the God of Multidimensional Time Evolution, and you are the God of Multidimensional Time Evolution. What do I have, and what do you learn? It's meaningless."

God naturally understood his unspoken meaning, and quickly flew into the high sky, casually saying, "Since you have this interest, I won't stop you. I'll watch your performance."

Having said that, God soared into the sky, and the goddess of fate, Fortuna, quietly peeked out. Seeing that the two had stopped fighting, she returned to God's side.

"Humph!"

Magalas curled his lip. "Watch me perform? God, you should know that watching me perform comes at a high price."

"Once I acquire ninth-tier technology, or even break through to the ninth tier, our balance will be broken. Watch my performance; you might die. Don't be too arrogant."

God glanced at Magalas and said, "If you think you can kill me, then go ahead, get what you want, and come back."

"However, if you die at their hands, I'll have to take action."

Magaraston gave a cold laugh, tilting his head back to look at the beggar. "I'll die? What a joke! I'll lose to a drunken beggar?"

He had barely finished speaking when he looked up.

Looking at the huge hand that the other party had used to support them, he examined it from left to right, but couldn't discern anything about it.

"You're leaving us here as a backup plan? And then you're just going to abandon us?"

"This guy didn't even glance at us, as if we were just roadside weeds and wildflowers?"

"He will soon pay the price for his actions."

"The primary goal now is to remove this hand, allow our real universe to enter the Twelfth Trial, and to fully materialize the Twelfth Trial."

Because the real universe has a magic net.

If the virtual universe of the Twelve Trials is superimposed on the real universe, then the Twelve Trials will be shrouded in a magic net.

Since this boss is shrouded in a magic net, it will be easier for me to deal with him!
Thinking this, Magalas looked at the giant hand supporting the train of civilization, "I really don't know if it's a coincidence, but it just happens to be supporting our universe, preventing us from entering."

This hand seems to have an extremely high density, formed by an incomprehensible structure.

He circled the hand, turning left and right, kicking it, touching it.
"After the divine power entered, it had no effect at all. There was a high-speed psychic energy in my body that was grinding away the vortex, just like individual cells were rotating. Has this become an instinct at this level?"

Magalas was not surprised to realize that erasure was useless.

After all, why is it that the higher the level of a mortal, the greater the threat they pose to the gods?

It's simply that the higher the realm, the stronger the basic values, and the more powerful the ability to obliterate. The divine power of a god can be neutralized by the opponent, making them impervious to all laws.

It's not surprising that this ninth-tier being has been annihilated to this extent.

After thinking for a moment, Magalas lit a pipe, puffing out smoke as if conversing with an old friend.

"God, how did you deal with this hand back then?" God replied, "What? Now, are you going to use the same trick I used?"

“Of course,” Magalas had barely finished speaking when his pipe suddenly billowed with smoke.

The pipe's round opening was connected to a parallel portal, summoning the chaotic sun that God had previously thrown into a parallel universe.

boom!
Magalas elegantly raised his pipe and gently blew on it.

"Give me your hand? Old man, Chaos is a hot potato."

call--

A chaotic fireball flew out rapidly, enveloping the giant hand!

But something strange happened: this giant hand, which enveloped the chaos, burned extremely slowly, as if a small flame had only managed to burn a layer of the other party's skin.

"itch"

The sleeping beggar opposite me turned over in a daze, but one hand was still propped up on the train of civilization.

"So arrogant?"

Magalas couldn't help but laugh, suddenly feeling like a twin-tailed cockroach swarming around a drunkard, biting and nibbling at him, while the other man remained oblivious, dazed and confused.

The Lord doesn't care.

How could a mere mortal show such an attitude towards a god?

Magalas's pride as a god was deeply ingrained, and he was also a racist who discriminated against all mortals equally.
"This guy has a very high density and a very high energy level. He hasn't even noticed the small flame burning yet."

He paused, looking at the chaos growing exponentially, "But soon, he will feel the pain!"

This person's mass, density, and energy level are terrifyingly high.

Ordinary people are like white paper towels; once burned, they turn to ash.

He was high-energy charcoal, and it took quite a while to ignite the charcoal completely.

as predicted.

Just over ten seconds later, the chaos multiplied and finally ignited one of the beggar's fingers.

"pain."

A drunken voice suddenly came from the other side, slurring, "What was that? It hurts!"

Roar! ! !
The giant's deafening voice resounded throughout the entire world, as if high-energy particles, gathered from a howling gale, were violently washing over everyone's faces.

It hurt so much when I hit it!

But the other person, still in a daze, reached out with their other hand, holding a half-empty bottle of liquor, and tried to pour it onto the wontons.

"Fire! Fire!"

But alcohol fuels the fire.

The liquor, some kind of high-energy liquid, burst into flames the moment it was poured onto the chaos, setting his entire hand ablaze.

Ah ~
With a piercing scream.
The drunken beggar across the street finally woke up.
His eyes suddenly cleared from the intense pain as he looked into the other person's universe.

"Damn it, how can a newly ascended civilization have such a terrifying attack that broke through my defenses?"

His eyes flashed with a divine light, shooting to the other side, and he asked incredulously, "What exactly have you done?"

A space train was approaching from the opposite side of the door.
Several figures with eerie auras watched him silently, a hint of mockery flashing in their eyes.

"Big guy, you're awake?"

"Come out to receive guests."

"I hope you can hold out in my hands for a while, so I can have some fun."

Magalas seemed to notice the other person's confused expression and casually said:

"Well, as for why you want to ask?"

"The reason is simple: I got bored fighting God, so I took a break and casually took you, the final guardian of the twelve trials, to lighten the mood."

Lively, lively atmosphere?
For a moment, the beggar's mind went completely blank.

After he understood those outrageous and rebellious words, a surge of anger welled up inside him.

He thought he was arrogant and casual enough, supporting himself with one hand, and would deal with the other person casually after waking up.

But the other party was even more arrogant. He was fighting someone and got bored, so he just attacked me.
That contemptuous, mocking, and sarcastic look made it seem as if he were the weak challenger, while the other party was the supreme Emperor of Heaven!
"What do you mean by 'just a casual gesture'? Are you treating me like a stray dog ​​on the street?"

"Very well, you know you can't beat me. If you chose to provoke me in this way, then congratulations, you've succeeded."

With an extremely precise technique, the beggar shook off the strange fireball in his hand. His severely burned arm healed rapidly, and then he extended a finger and pointed out a beam of light.

"Pay the price for your arrogance, kid."

The light wave was extremely thin, so thin that it was only a single line, no, only a single particle, and it pierced through Magalas's brow.

The light wave passed through the body in an instant.

Magalas died instantly, his arrogant face still frozen on his cheek.

"You can't dodge it, you're too slow." In the beggar's eyes, the other person was as slow as a slow-motion scene in a movie, not even qualified to dodge, yet dared to provoke him?

But the next second, the beggar witnessed a scene that left him dumbfounded.

Everything seemed to flow backward, and Magalas returned to his original position, his eyes sweeping over the beggar opposite him.

Magalas smiled.
"Hey! You over there, state your name. As the final guardian of the Twelve Trials of the Universe, you shouldn't die so innocently before even leaving your name."

"My name is Xiu. What exactly have you done?" Xiu paused for a moment, then finally regained his senses and asked, "What are you? Where did you come from? Why is the flow of time exaggerated to such an extent in you?"

The three members of the Mother Civilization group beside them fell completely silent.

I thought that this powerful being from the Twelve Heavenly Wills—Xius—didn't take us, a young civilization that had ascended to a higher dimension, seriously at all. His arrogance was already outrageous.

Who knew that Magalas was even more arrogant and didn't take the other party seriously at all.

"Why are these two so arrogant?"

Mosiah, the gossipy womanizer, widened his eyes and exclaimed, "So, this is what it takes to become a strong person?"

"At the very least, true, serious strongmen never engage in rope bondage."

The introverted man next to him, Saga, complained, seemingly the one who would be the one to deliver the sarcastic remark in the trio.

A hint of apprehension flashed in Galina's eyes, but her gaze fell on God beside her. "As for pride, the truly wise God, forged from pride, has yet to speak."

Seeing the look in Galina's eyes, Fortuna, standing beside God, straightened her back and continued to stand, thinking to herself:
Magalas is nothing more than an imitator of God; this guy's shouting is just an imitation show.

Even their arrogant tone tries to overshadow God!
"Hmph, he'll always be second in the God imitation contest."

(End of this chapter)