Starting with Growing Mushrooms

The gods and immortals who were genuinely chatting next to them couldn’t help but discuss upon seeing this scene:

"Siris seems to have 5 chains in the short term, but the further you go, the harder it gets. To reach 21 chains, if you practice without external forces, it would take at least tens of thousands of years."

"The two parties differed by at least tens of thousands of years of cultivation time, and yet one got blasted?"

But does that mean Maire is a useless talent?

No one thought so.

Anyone who stands out in an era must have significant capability.

"Is the difference in chains really that small?"

"If it were the Divine Era, with a difference of twenty divine generations at the beginning, it would probably be like slaughtering chickens."

The gods pondered for a moment and quickly understood the reason.

Because each chain grants a new law characteristic to your body.

Flame, water flow, gust...

But it doesn’t add much to the basic stats.

If both parties were mortals, with five chains versus twenty-one chains,

then the difference is indeed huge.

It’s a comparison of 5 to 21 in combat strength.

What if we add Divine Objects to the equation?

For example, if the basic combat strength boost from Divine Objects is 100.

Then if both parties have Divine Objects, each gains an extra 100 combat power.

Then it’s a comparison of 105 to 121, actually narrowing the gap instead.

"Ultimately, these chains don’t increase basic stats!"

"For mortals, these are significant traits, liberating them from merely using Spiritual Power attacks as basic telekinesis masters from level 1 to 6!"

"But for Divine Spirits, it’s rather insignificant."

"Which god doesn’t have heaven-defying traits? Why would they need your knockoff traits?"

"Divine Objects are the origin of these chains!"

The gods continued to discuss.

In reality, Divine Spirits are most sensitive to basic stats.

If the chains in this stage increase stats, the difference would indeed be larger.

But unfortunately, they do not.

"Meaning, these people’s basic stats are not high, including that the basic stats of Magaras are also the same."

Kayin was sharp-tongued and instantly began to mock relentlessly:

"Hahaha, no wonder they’re so cowardly!"

"Yeah, once their veil is lifted, it turns out they’re just so-so!"

"Even if Magaras is more intense in cultivation, more heaven-defying than the four subordinates, assume you’ve finished most of the trait cultivation with forty or fifty chains, how strong can you be?"

Nearby, Great Black Heaven also chuckled, "Skills with almost no stat increase, even with thirty or forty traits, I can only define as flashy."

In an instant, Great Black Heaven and Kayin exchanged glances, feeling they’d met a kindred spirit.

Of course, this combat strength assessment likely only applies to Magaras’ subordinates.

Magaras himself is different.

His strength does not lie in the Shackled Realm but in his ability to integrate powers from multiple Divine Objects.

Chains themselves don’t matter.

The frightening part is collecting a bunch of Divine Objects, merging them, and then fighting you— that’s most absurd.

"So, these guys probably have no suspense in winning."

"Yes, if it’s only to this extent..."

Honestly, these individuals are indeed strong, very strong.

But why were they still defeated by Siris?

Because their strength stopped at the mortal stage.

They lack the innate talent to become gods!

Yes, in their four Time Divine Kingdoms, they are all mortal, earthly emperors.

They are the peak of their era.

Their talents are all focused on cultivating the Shackled Realm.

But as gods, they are inadequate.

Their talent as deities is very ordinary.

"Truly pitiable."

Siris showed a hint of sympathy, "In Magaras’ era, all Divine Objects were monopolized by him. You haven’t even touched a Divine Object..."

"With you all suddenly becoming gods, as mortals who have obtained enormous treasures, how could you possibly defeat us?"

At this point, Siris had lost interest.

In terms of mortal talent, in cultivating the Shackled Realm, they are superior to the gods!

In terms of Divine Spirit talent, these people are very average.

But any peak of a strong individual is a god!

If you lack a divine talent, you simply don’t count.

They are merely the so-called strongest geniuses dancing in the cage of Magaras’ monopolized era.

Just then, the red-haired elder in the second round also realized his weakness, a hint of sadness flashed through his heart:

"Indeed, our talent with Divine Objects is insufficient!"

"What a pity, if only we had a little time to acquire some talents and Magical Treasures to supplement..."

The opponent arrived too quickly.

But now they had no choice but to proceed to the second round.

Originally, it should have been Surya’s turn, but Surya folded his arms, turned around, and left, "You guys go ahead."

Seeing him leave, Xiangtuo Mo smiled honestly and took a step forward, "Then I’ll go. My name is Xiangtuo Mo."

The red-haired elder stepped forward: "Sinari."

Xiangtuo Mo’s smile was gentle, "You haven’t had the chance to prepare Divine Object talent, so use this for now."

He tossed over a talent ring with a 93 evolution compatibility, "At least it can raise your aptitude a bit."

The red-haired elder showed a hint of shame and anger but still took the ring, "Alright."

Without any words, both sides suddenly struck.

In an instant, they entered the most intense state.

One day later.

Sinari was severely injured, coughing up blood, stumbling and half-kneeling on a rock floating in the starry sky.

He thought of his two deceased companions, then looked at his own situation, suddenly feeling a dry throat: "So, we who were called geniuses of a generation, are merely mediocrities?"

They were surrounded by countless halos, the strongest myths in the world, the four mortal emperors in human history, the invincible...

It was surprisingly simple, so easy, to be outclassed in battle.

To die so miserably.

"Hehehe, time, what an interesting thing." Sinari laughed bitterly, looking at the gods opposite,

"Do you know, we are very strong."

"But our strength, under another heavenly law, was in the era after Ragnarok."

Xiangtuo Mo fell silent.

He did not underestimate the other, nor did he mock them for appearing too weak.

"You didn’t lose to us, you lost to the era."

Xiangtuo Mo understood what this strong one meant, "In our Age of Gods, the standard for determining strength was just one thing, the degree of compatibility with the Divine Object, that makes a genius!"

"But in your Age of Dao, without the Divine Object, you align with the heavens, in the realm of mortal cultivation, indeed, you are unparalleled geniuses throughout history!"

"But coming here, you are mere mediocrities."

Different eras, different standards for judging geniuses.

These future talents, coming to the past...

Unexpectedly, they could not commit a massacre, but instead, became fools due to the changes of the era!

What a helpless and desperate reality.

In the twilight of his life, in his daze, Sinari could not help but feel a strong reluctance:

"Is it over just like this?"

I... was a king of an era, countless people wrote my myths and legends, how did I die so simply, I forged countless ancient-level divine artifacts that suppressed epochs...

Suddenly, he remembered Fang Tian.

He and that parallel king of the future era, Fang Tian, died just as simply, just as easily.

"So that’s it, we are all mere ants in the torrent of eras..." In a daze, a hint of enlightenment and release crossed Sinari’s mind, completely understanding the words of their king before:

[Don’t be too arrogant.]

Magaras’s voice echoed in his ear:

[Time is full of chance and miracles, even as strong as the future parallel king, now as weak as a rabbit by the roadside.]

[A grand historical era, a great emperor who ruled for over a hundred Divine Eras, was suddenly killed like this.]

[Should we be happy? Proud? Excited? No, it’s not like that, looking at his corpse, I feel intense fear and awe instead.]

[Maybe one day, we too might become like Fang Tian, easily crushed like a rabbit by the roadside.]

Now, I am also a rabbit...

A hint of realization crossed Sinari’s face.

"Each era has its own standards of strength and weakness." Xiangtuo Mo sighed deeply, and pinched his hand abruptly.

The opponent’s body instantly exploded.

This was his last act of kindness, giving the other a dignified end.

They had originally thought them to be three formidable opponents, but they died because of the constraints of the era, unable to exert their tremendous power.

This made the gods present feel no consolation, and instead, some showed a look of pity:

"They came to our era and became mediocrities here."

"If we went to their era, we would also become mediocrities there, destined to be eliminated in the future."

But despite the sadness among the crowd, only Fortuna behaved carefree.

She threw the two corpses into the belly of an eagle and refined them with a move:

[Aligning with Heaven Cultivation 100 Compatibility]

Their unparalleled talents were instantly revealed.

"Not bad," Fortuna shouted: "What are you sad for, their talents have been exposed, in the future, with their talents, we can also become geniuses among mortals!"

Fortuna was notably optimistic.

Even when the Divine Object was stolen, after Ragnarok, she had become a mortal, but now she had paved the way for herself.

"Fortuna, I’ve already assembled a new Divine Object." At this moment, the voice of God Li Wei came from afar: "Come and try it out."

"Okay." Fortuna happily ran back.

And both subordinates were already dead, leaving only one last leader of the four, Sibu, standing there with a complex expression.

Clearly, he could not bear the fact that these extraordinary geniuses had come here only to be treated as ordinary mediocrities and beaten like this.

"The last one, who do you want to compare with?" At this moment, everyone looked at Sibu.

Sibu was still in a daze.

The crowd noticed something wrong, approached Sibu, and found that at some point, he had long since fled, leaving only a disguised body.

"That guy... has already run away?" The crowd was somewhat shocked.

On the other hand.

Sibu kept running, fleeing all the way: "Those fools, they were overly strong in their own era, thinking the past era was weak?"

"Back in the past, we are the weak ones!"

Sibu kept running, but soon in a starry sky, he suddenly bumped into a plump figure.

"Where are you running to?" A dark green giant egg floated in mid-air.

"You... you..." Sibu’s pupils dilated, "Weren’t you un hatchable? You have hatched, why didn’t they fight you?"

"Because they were too arrogant." The green giant egg flashed with a trace of anger.

Sibu’s mind went blank, "Crazy, if you are completely nurtured, then..."

The next moment, the entire giant egg engulfed Sibu, "Become my nourishment."

"You return to this era, you become mediocrities."

"But I return to this era, it’s an opportunity, that ma became the heaven, I became his experiment for fusing heavenly intent..."

"Now back to the past, I have the chance to compete, to become the real heaven... I want to replace him as the true Celestial Divine King."

Those guys were crazy, actually letting go of this giant egg?

In a daze, Sibu’s heart was filled with immense fear, as by a stroke of fate, he released an unavoidable monster.