Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Time goes back ten minutes ago.

A group of people were having a secret meeting in the central command room of the three major empires.

They were the core members of the Munis family.

The so-called three major empires of this cosmos were essentially branches of the Munis family.

They have been entrenched in this entrance area of the twelve trials for countless billions of years.

Their influence has even penetrated to the upper regions, being one of the dominant forces in several trials’ universes above.

It’s just not as vast as it is here.

All the elders and strong ones were looking at their leader.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems the matter is not simple."

A tall and mighty man with dirt-colored skin all over his body and a rhomboid horn atop his head, his eyes emanating orange flames, profound as if containing the entire vast starry sky.

"It’s right to have sent them over first."

Munis slightly furrowed his brow, "Indeed, as gods are endowed with characteristics and mechanisms..."

"Even though that mysterious man provided us with the data on God and the Goddess of Destiny, the information he gave us must already be outdated."

If, as described, he is like God, then his power is mysterious and unfathomable.

He, as the supreme being of the human world, is constantly advancing toward true omniscience and omnipotence!

With tens of thousands of changes.

So the information given by the other party can only be used as a reference.

"Now it is not as we thought."

Munis said, "I didn’t expect that the other party would have such a new way, casually creating an Eighth Tier being."

Nearby, an elder couldn’t help but ask, "So what should we do now?"

"We’ve seen enough, it’s time to make a move." Munis stood up.

Nearby, the elder was somewhat nervous, "But they were all beaten to this state by Amoka. The other side doesn’t seem to be an ordinary strong one; it’s the legendary supreme god!"

Munis shook his head, "There are no completely risk-free good things in this world. Opportunities and dangers are relative. For us now, the appearance of an opportunity is already a rare hope in this world of despair."

Munis was the leader of the civilization that led the three major empires to ascend. He led everyone to ascend to a higher dimension.

But after confirming the cosmic twelve trials pattern, he chose to stop and take root in this civilization.

He is a madman who dedicates all his time to cultivation, obsessed with advancing his cultivation level throughout his life.

When others encounter this desperate cosmic environment, most will stop and start to indulge in enjoyment.

Even those relatively diligent ones would relax a bit in despair, using only half their life for cultivation would be considered ascetics.

Only Munis was different.

He dedicated 99% of his life to ascetic practices, having no children or descendants, focusing only on one thing.

Someone once asked him, "This universe is so despairing, with civilizations all imprisoned, why do you still practice ascetically? No matter how diligent you are, there won’t be any hope."

Munis’s answer was very simple.

He simply doesn’t care about despair or hope; he just purely loves cultivation. Cultivation brings him joy.

He is such a purely simple person.

It is precisely because of this purity that he has cultivated thirty-seven shackles.

In fact, his life’s journey has been quite legendary.

He only had a talent for eleven shackles, and the subsequent cultivation could only be honed painstakingly as a mediocre talent.

Continuing to forcibly cultivate as a mediocre talent, when he reached the seventeenth shackle, he was already at the end of his lifespan.

He had to break through to the Eighth Tier to continue cultivating the remaining shackles.

But his seventeen shackle Tao Artifact was already shaped at the level of seventeen patterns.

Continuing to cultivate shackles would only be futile, providing little improvement in Eighth Tier combat prowess.

But he continued cultivating shackles.

But he cultivated not for enhancing combat power, only as a hobby.

He did not ascend, did not indulge in pleasures, just cultivation alone.

Until now, as an Eighth Tier, he has broken through to the thirty-seventh shackle level.

Although twenty shackles brought almost no combat power, this dedicated ascetic practice led him to the peak of skills.

He possessed unbelievably solid foundations.

"Thank you for making a move!" Several elders couldn’t help but exclaim.

"I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it for cultivation," Munis was extremely pure, "my progress in cultivating shackles is getting slower and slower, more and more boring; now there’s actually something new that allows me to cultivate?"

His eyes shone with a childlike purity.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly leaped.

In just a few blinks of an eye, he jumped over to the top of the Goddess of Destiny, gently pointing out with a finger.

Swish!

The Goddess of Destiny instantly perished.

Even Amoka, ten times stronger, couldn’t react, couldn’t even perceive it.

When the value is reduced to only a dozen times, the importance of skill finally becomes apparent.

Munis saw these kneeling subjects, emperors, and was too lazy to bother with them, the corners of his mouth slightly curved :

"Amoka, right?"

"What a strong and powerful big guy, take a punch from me, and then exit the stage."

In the moment of speaking, this supreme being of the First Desert Cosmic Layer unknowingly appeared in front of Amoka, gently swinging a fist.

His seventeen shackle Tao Artifact was an orange antique gauntlet, fittingly wrapped around his hand.

Squat down.

Turn around.

Twist waist.

Swing punch.

An ordinary straight punch in the most simple and standard action, at that moment, produced earth-shattering effects.

Every branch, every atom, seemed to be permeated and unleashed by his fist, propelling the mixed fist of seventeen attributes.

Causing Amoka to spew blood while flying backward, as if a detonated sun.

All people were dumbfounded watching this scene.

Is the gap of the Eighth Tier that big?

Obviously, Munis with a few hundred times the same level of power as his ancestor, appeared like a casually slaughtered chicken!

They had a ten-shackle breakthrough, the opponent had a seventeen-shackle breakthrough... How could the gap be so exaggerated?

"This opponent is not enough."

Munis reluctantly withdrew his fist,

"Hahaha, finally someone can withstand my punch."

"Kid, you only have raw power, yet you don’t even know how to use the characteristics of the Eighth Tier."

"We are magicians who use the magic of the Celestial Phenomenon rules, focusing on utilizing our Law skills, while you only know brute force!"

But to be honest.

This is already Amoka’s current combat limit.

Expecting him, someone who just broke through, to understand how to use the profound Shackle Tao Artifact?

Of course not.

Liu Jun stood up quietly, looking at the scene with some calmness, "Amoka, you seem to disappoint me again."

He wasn’t surprised.

A worthless trash who barely broke through the ten Shackle thresholds, versus a truly accumulated profound Eighth Tier...

Anyone can understand with just a thought.

This is definitely the difference between trash and the strong.

At this moment, Fortuna carefully peeked out from a gap she opened up from the Death World:

"Who just killed me?"

She was a bit speechless.

The outside Eighth Tier world is too dangerous, we Seventh Tiers are just fragile prawns, breaking at a touch.

Luckily, during her years of retreat with God researching Destiny Fairies, she managed to gain another resurrection chance.

Only then could she be reborn.

"Is it that guy?" Fortuna was a bit surprised, "Oh, it’s quite normal, these civilizations have been rooted here for so many years, they must have some cards up their sleeves."

She paused, thinking differently,

"If it weren’t for us driving the civilization train here, if it were other civilizations, they might have truly occupied the nest, snatching the train seat, replacing us to continue dimension ascending!"

So tragic.

The more you think, the more tragic it is.

Why are there always such plots where fathers kill sons, and sons trap fathers?

Can this Cosmos ever be good again!

We dimension ascend here, isn’t it similar to Divine Era civilizations, just awaiting traps?

Fortuna mocked:

"Compared to the real Cosmos’s Twelve Trials, ours are simple and honest... as long as each opponent has a Heavenly Way, that’s enough, no need to worry about past failures."

God rarely spoke, "The Cosmos does not exist because of anyone. We are merely ants within the Cosmos, adapting to its harsh environment, surviving under nature’s pressure... not because the Cosmos favors us."

While Fortuna was chattering.

Amoka also stood up with a strong support, both shocked and angry, he glanced at God who was watching coldly from afar:

"It’s over! If I can’t win this time, he is really going to kill me!"

In the face of life and death, he didn’t dare try to overwhelm with numbers.

He started taking deep breaths, studying this Green Staff Tao Artifact, beginning to truly adapt to the Eighth Tier’s combat style.

’He said I can’t fight, then I’ll learn and show him.’

’Besides, I have the Nether Snake, which allows me to freely enter and exit, that’s an advantage.’

Thinking of this, he suddenly rushed forward, colliding hard with Munis.

Blink!

Appear!

Strike again.

He jumped several times, incredibly agile.

"Kill!" Amoka growled, continuously striking, but he found every move seemed exposed, every intention was captured in advance.

Amoka’s strong body was punctured heavily, repeatedly defeated, almost every time he emerged from the Death World was met with a heavy blow.

He seemed to be guided by an elegant dancer moving forward.

"Damn it, damn it!" Amoka swallowed his saliva, only feeling death’s fear spread through his body instantly, his face horrified and out of composure, "How can there be such a monster, how can..."

He felt his heart half a beat behind.

He thought he was a genius lacking resources, but now with everything, he wouldn’t be weaker than anyone.

But encountering this true monster, even though his power is clearly much stronger, he couldn’t beat him.

Thud!

The next moment, Amoka was sent flying again.

Seemingly intentionally, Amoka was thrown right at God’s feet.

Amoka looked up, facing God, showing a fearful yet stiff expression, "Hahaha, I will lose, and this must be in your expectation, since you are the all-knowing God. You surely wanted to use this method to lure him out, right?"

"Haha, I succeeded." He stiffly chuckled.

But God gently raised his hand.

Clatter—

The next moment, Amoka instantly turned into a gust of sand, dying in despair.

God had no hesitation or doubt, because the opponent’s goal of helping him probe the enemy was perfectly completed.

Moreover, a desert thief like Amoka, was never a good thing.

Although he was discriminated against, might have had a dark childhood full of racial prejudice.

But as a notorious robber in the region, he must have harmed countless families.

Bad people, also have their use.

But once their value is exhausted, naturally return to peace.

"Interesting."

God stepped down from the mountain peak, "Your intention is clear to me. If it were within the same tier, this provocation would mean nothing to me."

"But if there’s a tier difference, you might have the qualification to challenge me."

Munis couldn’t help showing excitement upon hearing.

How could he not be excited?

Legendary God, among Gods, his strength and might, incredible, is evident to all!

This display of power alone is enough to make him shudder, but the long-lost fear instead made him excited.

"This feeling, this feeling..."

Munis’s battle intent couldn’t help but surge from within, internally shouting, "Clearly... clearly weaker by a tier, looks weak enough to crush with one hand, yet am I the challenger?"