Starting with Growing Mushrooms

"How is it possible! How can anyone achieve this level?"

The stronger the experts from the three great empires present watched, the more they were shocked.

With a wave of a hand, the Green Staff was taken away, the painstakingly cultivated nine Shackle Position for tens of thousands of years, given to this little Amoka?

The most outrageous thing is.

It was never your hard work.

Forcefully taking someone else’s cultivation crystal, theoretically it shouldn’t be possible to break through.

But God gently spoke...

With the decree of heaven in his mouth, his words became reality, and events took shape just like that.

This power, which did not belong to him, was forcibly integrated into his body, helping him break through realms.

"Next, let me fight with you all!"

Amoka laughed heartily, suddenly brimming with confidence,

"People are divided into four, six, nine; civilizations are divided into upper, middle, and lower."

"Come, come, you lowly mortals from the lowly civilizations in this universe, daring to attack the gods above, let me teach you a lesson!"

Others’ faces turned stiff.

Amoka is still deeply racist?

No, he was ridiculing them.

Because Amoka, previously a desert thief, was the one discriminated against as a lowly race.

He grew up in the wild, without a city registered residence, and was discriminated against from childhood as an undocumented person.

Since everyone leveled up and came here, the number of races here is in the thousands...

Where there is quantity, there must naturally be a hierarchy.

And the race Amoka belonged to was undoubtedly a lowly race, born to be legally traded as lowly slave races for mining and biological experiments.

"You intend to discriminate against us?"

"Truly boring dignity."

At this time, a tall, robust man stepped out, "Just attempted to ambush an Eighth Tier and failed, don’t know where you get the guts to say such things, a lowly rat is just a lowly rat."

Amoka glanced at him: "Who might you be, sir?"

The robust man wore mechanical battle armor and held a mechanical lance,

"I am Bayvan, the Great General of the Weimson Fleet, a prominent figure in this cosmos for a hundred thousand years, but with your level, you probably don’t even know who I am."

"However, it was I who enacted the urban registration system, and you are discriminated against because of me, you must hate me deeply, right?"

Bayvan showed a hint of arrogance, looking at the wildly arrogant Amoka across from him,

"Trash like you, growing by pulling the shoots, let me show you how vast the gap in our standards is!"

"Alright." Amoka revealed a hint of cruelty and suddenly charged straight forward.

Boom!

The two sides exchanged a simple punch.

Everyone thought that such a waste as Amoka would be instantly knocked away, but it was Bayvan who was sent flying instead.

"A bunch of trash!"

Amoka erupted with power as violent as an entire solar system, pressing down on everyone, their skin, bones, and internal organs seemed to be oppressed by an unbelievable force.

Bayvan’s knee suddenly sank, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"So much useless babble."

Amoka ruthlessly stepped on the other’s face, pressing him into the sand, "Kneel for me! Great General? Slave Act? Heard you love trampling on the lowly?"

"How does it feel to be trampled on by the lowly now? You dog!"

No one could react, staring dumbfounded at Amoka, momentarily too frightened by this oppression to move.

The power Amoka displayed at this moment was as if the entire world was crushing down.

The sheer will brought forth by his aura made all the Eighth Tiers unable to breathe.

A singular thought filled their minds:

How... could he be that strong?

How is it possible... to be that strong?

All the attacking experts showed shock and fear, barely lifting their heads under the terrifying wind pressure to look,

"Clearly just a newly broken through trash, who took the painstaking efforts of the Green Staff... why, why... could he be this strong, so much stronger than the Green Staff himself."

"Oh?"

Amoka let out a light hum, as if his words were pressing down on everyone’s head, "Upon seeing me, God, why do you not kneel?"

"Since you are unwilling to kneel, then lie down."

With these words, resounding waves of energy exploded forth, an even more astonishing pressure directly pinned them to the ground.

"Kneel? Impossible..." All the Eighth Tiers sweated profusely, struggling against the earth-shattering pressure that nearly deformed their bodies and snapped their bones, refusing to kneel.

Their sweat increased, even their consciousness became more and more blurry!

Thump!

Thump!

Their hearts raced.

Finally, those generals, marshals, and all the high-ranked figures’ bodies sagged and twisted, skin bursting into a mist of blood, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The emperors of the three great nations followed suit, quickly falling to the ground.

In an instant, a multitude was kneeling.

Boom!

Even the whole ground sank several thousand meters deep.

Everyone lay face down on the ground, their faces almost squashed into dense patterns by the sand and mud, faces covered in dirt.

Some even swallowed the mud.

What a disgrace!

Which of those present was not a top figure in this cosmos?

Emperors, generals, marshals, each decision they made unwittingly determined the fate of countless billions.

But now, they were being forced to kneel, trembling all over, by a lowly race thief!

This bizarre might made their scalps tingle.

Yet they were, after all, phoenixes among men, enduring their fear and beginning to think.

’How could Amoka be so strong? He just broke through, all his techniques, skills, foundations are the most worthless, trashiest of the Star Realm!’

’But how does he have such terrifying numerical power?’

’It’s those hundreds or thousands of equipment items in the equipment slots!’

’Making him have hundreds of times the power of the Seventh Tier at the same level, could it be possible to amplify it by hundreds of times in the Eighth Tier too?’

’No, how is this possible, being able to amplify at the Seventh Tier is already the limit, how could it also be amplified by percentage at the Eighth Tier? What is this conceptual Divine Artifact? It doesn’t change with the strength of the realm?’

They looked at Amoka with venomous expressions.

Intense pride, honor, and contempt for those at the bottom, all burst forth at this moment, filling the heart with an endless sense of humiliation.

"Kneel."

Amoka sighed softly:

"Even I can’t be blocked, you despicable lowly worms have truly been too arrogant on this earth for too long."

...

God merely watched this scene, a mass of Eighth Tiers kneeling.

Indeed, no challenge at all.

Finding an alternative approach, stealing the opponent’s Eighth Tier status, nurturing an Eighth Tier, could easily suppress those of the same tier.

In fact.

Previously, every trained Divine Power Shackle could also be stolen!

But what use is stealing it?

That is just external equipment.

You yourself still need to cultivate this shackle, this power must exist within your body, and not just as temporary external equipment.

As for whether stolen shackle equipment can provide combat power?

That is even more of a joke!

The shackle was inherently a low-quality trait of the Divine Object, barely allowing the use of the Law of Heaven and Earth.

And in our World of Gods, there is a more powerful Divine Power that can be directly used by all beings.

Using your pirated shackle to provide law, isn’t that putting the cart before the horse?

So.

Previously, no one used this shackle to forge equipment.

But now it is different.

The shackle of the Seventh Tier is ordinary, but the Shackle Tao Artifact of the Eighth Tier... can be stolen and used!

Liu Jun showed a hint of contemplation, "Moreover, we are likely to stay at the Seventh Tier for some time, painstakingly cultivating numerous shackles..."

"Without solid foundations, forcibly breaking through to the Eighth Tier would likely exhaust our potential."

"However, if we do not break through to the Eighth Tier, lacking combat power would also make it difficult to protect ourselves."

Liu Jun’s gaze fell upon Amoka.

Perhaps, this is a solution!

Even though I am at the Seventh Tier, I can cultivate a group of Eighth Tiers to protect me.

Moreover.

I can further research.

Is it possible for me to find a way to falsely assume someone’s shackle status and become a fake Eighth Tier?

This way, I can continue my painstaking cultivation at the Seventh Tier while possessing the combat power of the Eighth Tier.

Liu Jun couldn’t help but contemplate the feasibility of this.

After all, to him.

He is not in a hurry to break through to the Eighth Tier.

Moreover, for a Divine Object’s understanding and cultivation of a shackle, before more Divine Objects appear...

He is not ready to break through, waiting to perfect the foundation before doing so.

In other words, he may remain at the Seventh Tier for a long time!

Yes, probably for a very long time.

So then...

He has to face a harsh reality.

How should he, as a Seventh Tier, face the encirclement of the Eighth Tiers?

If he rashly breaks through to the Eighth Tier, it will clearly leave flaws in his realm.

"It seems, I have to artificially alter my realm."

Liu Jun had previously used a Divine Object to artificially alter the breakthrough of his realm.

Interfering with the division of realms once more is not surprising.

At this moment.

Amoka defeated Eighth Tier Star Realm powerhouses effortlessly, leaving them breathless.

Beside him, Fortuna laughed, "The wild outside strong ones are like this... within the same tier, they can’t even block us."

"Previously, the wild Sixth Tier strong ones were like this, wild Seventh Tier strong ones were like this."

"Here it would be the same, being violently beaten, I am not surprised."

Fortuna, as the Goddess of Destiny, smiled, just about to speak, when the next second a terrifying aura suddenly swept over.

Boom!

An astonishing aura flashed by.

Fortuna was stunned, her vitality dissipated instantly, her pupils losing color, transforming into a lifeless corpse that fell straight down.

As the corpse fell, it turned into wind and sand and dissipated.

God, sitting on the throne, raised an eyebrow and said blandly:

"Fortuna, are you surprised now? Your side effects were indeed considerable, after all, it’s a bit careless."

Fortuna was attacked and killed.

This was also within his expectations.

God slowly looked towards the far sky, speaking to the group of emperors and ministers kneeling on the ground:

"Your true top tier powerhouses, you indeed have something of substance."

"It turns out, here, you have more than just those ordinary Eighth Tiers stuck at the ten-shackle breakthrough threshold."

God looked at the distant sky, speaking lightly:

"The true master over there, you can come out now."