Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Liu Jun didn’t use many types of Divine Power, just a few were enough to take him down easily.

Was he weak?

No, he wasn’t.

Then why is it that the mortals in the World of Gods have the chance to slay gods, while mortals here do not?

The reason is simple.

The mortals in the World of Gods are not purely mortal.

They cultivate Divine Power from other pantheons before attempting to slay gods.

Strictly speaking,

they are Seventh Tier Pseudo-Gods, challenging a Seventh Tier True God.

So, there’s not much of a gap.

Here, there’s no Divine Power at all...

Even without the Magic Net to support Mana, it’s easy to take him down!

There’s no need for a prolonged battle.

The remaining bit of Mana is enough to rub out a bit of Chaos and shout: "O Munis, hear my decree."

Thus, his [Heavenly Hearing] became a traitor, directing himself to charge into Chaos, and the battle was decided.

Moreover.

Hand-rubbing Chaos...

It’s simply too perverse.

The God of Chaos in the World of Gods, Bal, has been inconspicuous over the years, not because he is weak.

Because Bal is a god wielding the authority of Destruction.

Every time he rubs Chaos, it comes at the cost of hastening the cosmos’s demise.

Therefore.

He basically tries not to make a move, and others won’t provoke him either.

After all, everyone knows he is the Chaos Sun God.

Why fight with him?

He will rub Chaos and hasten Destruction.

And, as the chaotic sun overhead grows larger, his combat power reaches its Peak!

The closer to the end of the world, the more terrifying his power becomes.

Therefore.

The Chaos Sun God is truly a neutral god whom no one dares provoke.

"Chaos here is ultimately excessive."

"Currently, these civilizations don’t seem to have anyone capable of hand-rubbing Chaos."

Liu Jun, holding Munis’s head, kept pondering.

After all, to hand-rub Chaos, one needs to master proportions of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Light, Dark... to rub it out.

And here, how can they rub it?

They probably need to master the locks of various attributes to have the basic prerequisites to rub out Chaos.

And how many such people are there?

Probably not many.

Similar to Munis, in his lifetime, he only managed to grasp a dozen locks and was forced to break through to the Eighth Tier as his life was nearing its end.

After his breakthrough, he cultivated over twenty locks, just to fulfill a dream.

The foundation was already determined.

No matter how much he cultivated at the Eighth Tier, he couldn’t change his previous foundation; he was just an Eighth Tier with a dozen locks.

Therefore.

Those who truly master all attribute series locks are extremely rare.

This type of person is already rare, and if they’re unaware of the concept of Chaos... even if such geniuses exist, they won’t attempt to rub Chaos.

Ignorant of this existence... do you think from a God’s perspective they would study it?

But if some Eighth Tier indeed accidentally stumbled upon rubbing out a Chaos...

It would be laughable!

Chaos won’t be destroyed, only spread.

The entire cosmos would quickly enter a countdown to its end.

"It seems that these diligent labor civilization workers, raising the dimensions of the universe, haven’t discovered the secrets of Chaos yet."

"The real cosmos is still far from its end."

Liu Jun contained and constrained this particle of Chaos, "Can’t let them see it, if they mimic my technique, that wouldn’t be good."

In contemplation, Liu Jun returned to the desert.

"Lost?"

"How could it be so fast?"

The Eighth Tier civilization’s strong members looked at Munis, who was left with just a head, stunned and unreactive for a moment.

Having been strengthened countless times.

And yet, he was back in under a minute?

Even though it was agreed to leave it to Munis for half an hour in empire timing.

"Don’t think about leaving."

"Where can you go?"

God smiled, looking at this group of aggressively rushing fellows,

"Stay by the door, Fortuna, keep an eye on them."

Having said that, God headed towards the makeshift laboratory behind him.

After all, this wave of guinea pigs voluntarily came to the door, doing him the favor of a free test...

Allowing him to discover many issues during practice, which he needed to research again!

Behind.

The obediently standing powerhouses exchanged a subtle look among themselves.

"Don’t think about escaping."

God seemed to have guessed their thoughts, casually tossing the Green Staff Divine Format to Fortuna, "Take it and use it!"

"No problem!"

Fortuna’s eyes lit up.

She had seen how others used it and quickly put it on herself.

In an instant, a powerful Eighth Tier force erupted suddenly.

"Comfortable." Fortuna felt her own power, giving the people a sidelong glance:

"Get in line!"

"Stand properly!"

The people, terrified, immediately stood at attention,

especially the Green Staff Emperor himself, whose face showed utmost despair as his mind seemed utterly shattered.

How many people’s hands have my Tao Artifact passed through?

Could it be returned to me...

He looked at his own Green Staff, which inexplicably shifted from Eighth Tier First Layer to Eighth Tier Second Layer.

Unable to utter a word.

"You’ll get used to it, that’s how fickle destiny is."

Fortuna glanced at the Green Staff, for the other party wasn’t anything good anyway.

"Now, all of you are walking experiments."

"This cosmos’s number of Eighth Tiers are just a few, rest assured, you guinea pigs will be used sparingly."

Everyone felt worse.

Have we become divine, only to become experimental subjects for perfecting the universe’s rules in the human world?

And did we actually rush up to volunteer for this?

Their entire beings went numb at once.

They didn’t want their life’s work to be extracted and transferred to others.

"Do not be afraid."

"This is just the beginning."

"Although you have sinned, you can purchase redemption scrolls from the gods, confess, and ask for their forgiveness."

"In the future, as long as you believe in God, He will bless you with a Divine Gift Scroll, allowing you to break through from the Eighth Tier First Layer to perfection!"

With nothing else to do, Fortuna skillfully began spreading followers.

God truly does not understand how to be frugal.

She painstakingly gathered a group of followers from the Sand Thief, only to have them slaughtered on a whim.

And now she has to develop a new group!

"Think about it."

The Goddess of Destiny smiled, "See your leader, this Ascetic, after training diligently for so many years, does it help?"

"He remains at the Eighth Tier First Layer."

"But as long as you worship the gods, your piety can buy a Divine Gift Scroll, used for forging, to strengthen your Divine Format!"

Evidently, he has found a new way to attract followers.

Eighth Tier civilization...

As a god, how should one manage?

It’s like this, selling Divine Gift Scrolls, to assign points to your Divine Format!

Strengthen +1, Strengthen +2...

The imperial strongmen listened, their hearts ablaze.

There is no doubt, that battle just now was the best advertisement.

In a short time, they broke through to the Eighth Tier Second Layer!

Bear in mind, they’ve been stuck at this level for countless ages, possibly exhausting their potential for life, unable to break through any further.

"Great Goddess of Destiny, I am willing to follow you!"

"Goddess of Destiny, in this universe, various temples can be established in your honor, so the world can admire your beauty!"

They all spoke one after another.

Fortuna nodded in satisfaction, "Next, the first thing I need you to do is to spread the breakthrough methods for the Eighth Tier!"

"Ah?"

Everyone was surprised, faces troubled.

The creatures of this universe, at birth, are the weakest at the Sixth Tier of the Tenth Divine Era in perfection.

They need to break through to the Seventh Tier...

It is not difficult.

If the ordinary residents you see everywhere are at the Sixth Tier perfection, then the Seventh Tier is like the local security squad.

Here, the Seventh Tier is countless, while the Eighth Tier is scarce.

The breakthrough methods for the Eighth Tier were long monopolized by their empire’s upper echelon.

Fortuna said blandly: "Without spreading the methods, how can Eighth Tier beings be born? How can Divine Formats be nurtured?"

"Only when many gather a Divine Format, can their formats be stripped for resource reallocation."

"That way, after a few generations, the entire era’s people will have Divine Formats, everyone can be at the Eighth Tier, what you call the Star Realm."

Fortuna’s envisioned blueprint holds the scope of her blissful worldview.

Just let the strong of this era suffer a bit.

In the future, everyone will have Divine Formats, and an abundance of them will be the best scenery.

However.

Divine Formats are also like Magical Treasures, divided into ranks.

More numerous restrictive Divine Formats remain a scarce commodity.

Fortuna took a deep breath, "Next, you will do as follows...otherwise, you won’t want to know the consequences."

Capitalizing on God’s coordination, she began to work, instructing the world’s high leaders to follow her directives, transforming this cosmos.

"After all, God brought me out, probably for this purpose."

Fortuna was very clear.

God would not bring someone as weak as her to help in battle.

Wasn’t it just because of the attribute of destiny, capable of modifying characters at any moment, ruling the world, establishing a new parallel world?

"Everyone, get active now!"

"In one month’s time, I need to see a pile of Eighth Tiers!"

"What, just having Eighth Tier breakthrough methods isn’t enough without resources?"

"Are you fools! The resources in your national treasury aren’t resources? Release them all for me!"

...

On the other side.

Magaras walked through a desert battleground.

"Truly useless, not even managing to probe them successfully?"

"In whose hands is the Ultimate Transmission, after all?"

Magaras did not hope for the opponent to win against God, for that was absurd.

He wanted to turn off the Magic Net...

To see if he could force out God’s trump card, to see if He would reveal the Ultimate Transmission, to forcibly create a new Magic Net.

In his view.

The missing Ultimate Transmission was most likely in the hands of God, the Longevity God, or the God of Theft.

Having obtained low, medium, and high transmissions, he still desired to collect the final piece of the puzzle.

Bear in mind, the Ultimate Transmission is too mysterious!

No one has ever seen it, nor do they know its actual real function.

Not even the parallel world has the Ultimate Transmission.

Because only a Divine Object that has appeared in reality will project into a parallel world.

So.

Reality and the parallel world both lack an Ultimate Transmission, both are incomplete Mythical Eras!

In reality, the Mythical Era Magic Net everyone experienced was fragmented.

The reason why the Goddess of Fertility remained unobtrusive was also because he lacked a most crucial Divine Object.

"Transmission is absolutely no weaker than destiny, no weaker than God, Longevity...in terms of the strong status of divine powers."

Magaras took a deep breath.

Transmission is extremely important!

Whoever holds the Ultimate Transmission is like having a grip on the throat of the Mythical Era!

"It’s a pity, God wasn’t probed, didn’t even use His trump card, and resolved the opponent."

He shook his head.

However, this matter also benefited him.

He was also stuck at the Seventh Tier, not breaking through, continuously building his foundation!

Moreover, he had secretly researched breakthrough methods for the Eighth Tier by the 165th Divine Era.

Why not pass it to the previous four subordinate emperors, let them break through to the Eighth Tier?

Naturally, out of fear.

If they, as Eighth Tier mortals, break through, they may first act against him.

So he monopolized the 165th Divine Era world, preventing the emergence of the Eighth Tier.

"But, as God popularized this move, it’s also beneficial to me."

"I too can, without compromising my foundational future, take advantage of the Divine Format to break through temporarily to the Eighth Tier."

His expression remained incredibly calm.

But, would God imagine that he would take advantage on this occasion?

No, God definitely foresaw this.

Yet He did not care.

Doesn’t care about the dark hidden mice, benefiting from the dividends of the era He started?

Magaras stared at the desert storm, chuckled lightly and continued ahead, "Ha, such an arrogant God indeed."