Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 468 Magalas: Ninth Rank? Easy peasy.
"What kind of filthy thing is this?"

Xiu's expression hardened slightly; he sensed it more clearly than the others.

I sensed something dirty, filthy, like bacteria or microorganisms spreading.

The other party called this thing divine power.

But he felt it was more like some kind of mushroom in a forest.

The mushroom power from the other party entered his body, making him feel somewhat dazed, as if he had eaten mushrooms, and as if something had permeated him.

I'm a ninth-level cultivator; the opponent simply can't break through my defenses!

But in an instant, he felt a strong threat from a weak eighth-level being.

Magalas glanced at the beggar. "Ninth rank, so it seems he really is like those three guys from the Mother Civilization, cultivating something called a vortex?"

"Eighth-tier cultivators, are they also coveting our methods?" Xiu did not refute.

Ninth level, cultivating Divine Spin.

The core principle is to cultivate a large number of rules and laws, which are condensed into a vortex and rotate rapidly within the body.

This is also why they have a stronger annihilation property.

Seventh level, the shackles of cultivation.

Eighth rank, a Dao spirit that has fused with the shackles of cultivation.

The ninth level is a vortex formed by the cultivation of countless Dao spirits rotating together.

In short, they are all three processes of continuous convergence.

To use a simple analogy, the seventh order is like the laws forming bricks, the eighth order is like the bricks forming a wall, and the ninth order is the process of the wall forming a house.

Now, the ninth rank is a vortex of countless laws rotating, and their power is a mixed hodgepodge!

Each ninth-tier individual unleashes a mixture of power!

But the decay before my eyes is the first time I have seen such an independent, so unique, and clearly distinct single pure law!

A single law of time, a single law of evolution.
"What exactly are you?"

Finally, Xiu couldn't help but ask a question.

Magalas ignored him. "A last word is too much. I just want you to give your name."

He swung his arms, as if doing some kind of warm-up exercise to loosen up his muscles.
"You are nothing more than a relaxing dessert during my lunch break in my battle with God."

"Perhaps many years later, when I recall that exhilarating, destiny-bound day when I triumphed over God, I will inadvertently recall the image of you that flashes through my mind."

Magalas crouched slightly, his gaze turning slightly cold.
“At that time, I will remember you, but you are just an embellishment in my defeat of God, so you don’t need to occupy too much of my memories.”

Upon hearing this, Xiu finally became enraged.

He clearly understood that the other person's words were not meant to provoke him, but rather a deep-seated, ingrained arrogance!
That's exactly what they're thinking!

However, how could a weakling at the eighth level, no matter how strange his power was, possibly defeat a ninth-level opponent?

Incomprehensible.

They simply cannot understand the source of the other person's confidence!
But the next second, he suddenly understood. He saw Magalas's lips curl up slightly, and an evolutionary shackle appeared on his body.

Everyone felt a strange, unseen sensation.

Bite it up, and you can achieve a leap in life!
The next moment, as everyone expected, Magalas instantly bit through the shackles on his body.

Boom! Boom!

The shackles shattered instantly.

Magalas's body cracked and the shackles broke apart.

Seeing this, Mosia suddenly slapped the shoulder of the nerdy guy Saga next to him and shouted, "Look, look! Who was that guy who said that strong people don't do rope art? The God of Time is my kindred spirit!"

Saga felt a little numb. This guy was still so inconsiderate of the occasion. Was this the right time to talk about something like this?

Just as they were shouting and yelling, an extremely terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from Magalas's expression.

A power belonging to the ninth rank slowly rose from Magalas's skin with each breath, continuously emanating outwards. "What's going on?"

"It's the God of Evolution! The God of Evolution! He can break through the shackles on his body! He's broken through to the ninth rank?"

"This is insane! How is it possible to do something so outrageous, to break through just like that?"

"Foolish! Do you still remember the ancient myths and legends? Back then, God only needed to utter a single word, and that's how realms were broken."

"You mean, the God of Time also accomplished that?"

"Ma is now a multi-faceted deity, possessing unparalleled power and resources in this era; it's not surprising that he could achieve this!"

Just as everyone was discussing it frantically.

Magalas's eyes gleamed, and wisps of golden light emanated from them.

Only he knew that breakthroughs in cultivation levels were not something that could be achieved casually.

What appeared to be him groping around was actually him collecting various ninth-tier data. This drunkard was too careless and drunk, which is why he was allowed to approach; otherwise, he might have been killed the moment he got close to such a powerful figure.

Having a general direction gives him the right to show off in this way, breaking through the shackles to achieve a breakthrough, but this forced breakthrough by breaking through the body's structure has extremely serious side effects.

It's equivalent to suicide.

This fake ninth-tier cultivator, who forcibly broke through using divine mechanisms, will probably die from physical collapse in less than a minute.

"But I'll die, so what?"

Magalas slowly opened his eyes, feeling the immense ninth-tier power coursing through his body.
"Evolution forced me to break free of my shackles and break through."

"Time allowed me to rewind to the previous eighth level after my death."

"As long as evolution and the cycle of time continue, I will be a ninth-order being constantly going back and forth between life and death."

"This is my God of Time Evolution, turning the impossible into the possible."

Magalas's figure seemed to dominate the entire void, like a primordial giant standing between heaven and earth, with a vortex-like power in every move he made.

However, his breakthrough was ultimately a temporary one.

The number of shackle laws within him is too small. Because he has been too slow in recent years, causing trouble everywhere, he has neglected his cultivation. The number of laws he possesses is only a little over a thousand, making him a disabled ninth-level being among the most disabled.

If he hadn't forced his way through, such a scarce number of laws would not have been able to form a vortex at all.

Furthermore, the other nine levels are vortexes, but the one inside his body cannot be called a vortex; it's called a mosquito coil.

"How is that possible!?"

This was the first time I had ever seen such an outrageous existence. What kind of monster was this guy who called himself a god?

He was filled with a sense of contradiction and incongruity, oscillating between destruction and rebirth.

"Have you realized the difference between us?"

Magalas's expression was extremely calm. "Realms are just something ordinary people use to divide levels. For us gods, so-called realms can be broken through with ease."

For Magalas, his Evolution + Time combination has countless uses.

The skillful use of the current ninth-order breakthrough is just one example.

However, it was not effective in the battle against God, because using it would have been meaningless.

I will learn it myself, and God will learn it soon too.

"Now, let's have a match."

"To prevent you from breaking down in fear, I'll tell you what's going to happen next so you can prepare yourself mentally."

Magalas's voice carried a matter-of-fact tone, "I will continue to evolve in battle, truly obtain your ninth-tier power, and transform from a broken ninth-tier into a perfect ninth-tier."

"And you decay, right? I've remembered your name."

“I won’t give you much time, or God will look down on me.” A cruel smile flashed across Magalas’s lips as he looked at God, who was still at the eighth rank in the distance. “Wait a while, I still have to fight a real powerhouse.”

(End of this chapter)