Starting with Growing Mushrooms

The Emperor of Nisailan Country watched, his eyelid twitching uncontrollably.

What is God?

Has God given them an incredibly solid realm?

Could it be that a primitive civilization ascended from a lower dimension and tamed Munis upon entering the First Trial Universe?

Then he led the others to continue ascending to the Second Layer of the trial?

He did not realize that he had guessed the truth immediately; he instantly thought that this idea was mere delusion.

This is utterly impossible!

How could a newly ascended Seventh Tier civilization possess such absurd Eighth Tier technology?

A Seventh Tier civilization instantly creating an Eighth Tier Divine Format?

Absolutely impossible.

But no matter how he thought, he couldn’t figure out the principle and could only analyze with gritted teeth:

"Their foundation is hollow, their combat power greatly exaggerated... their comprehension of the Law lags far behind peers at the same level."

"But how can their rough spells and crude Shackle Tao Artifacts have such fundamentally powerful values?"

"That’s why my wide-range attack failed to break through even this army’s defenses."

The Emperor of Nisailan Country felt completely at his wits’ end.

Although this was not his regular move.

It was just a clearing move meant for miscellaneous fighters but should not have been something these seemingly hollow realm individuals could resist.

If he had to offer an analogy.

They were like high-tech assault rifles bursting forth from a spaceship, only to be smashed by a group of primitive men clad in bark, with chest hair exposed, wielding hammers.

These primitive people’s weapons were crude to the point of being unbearable to witness, yet full of raw power!

Boom!

Right at that moment, air surges rolled on the distant ocean, raising a tsunami.

Figures of this galaxy cluster’s strong inhabitants were riding the waves, emerging in the airspace above.

They gazed at the colossal parallel gates looming overhead, while the densely packed army kept spewing out...

"What on earth is this stuff?"

A local reclusive powerhouse eyed the nerve-racking number of mythical Divine Objects, Angels, Giant Dragons, and Titans.

Meanwhile, another scholar-like figure, an octopus professor with eight tentacles, swiftly collected data using massive telekinesis,

"All are pseudo-Eighth Tier beings, essentially at Seventh Tier... yet embedded with a power-crystal carrying Eighth Tier strength."

"What sort of technology is this? Energy crystals, like biological batteries? Granting them Eighth Tier battle strength?"

Just then, from a neighboring empire, a strong being quickly approached, showing a hint of astonishment:

"Is this an alien civilization? Their propulsion system, weapon mechanisms, and a slew of seemingly conceptual equipment on them surpassing our own civilization."

"Everyone, they should be the newly ascended civilization; I’ve already sensed the arrival of another point in time for civilization trains."

"Does the timing match? Does that mean they are a Seventh Tier civilization from the reality universe?" A beautiful and full-bodied lady clicked her tongue, "Are even Sevens from the outer reality universe so strong now? They give me such a threatening feeling."

As their words ended, the densely packed civilization army in the sky blocked out a section of the sky, invoking an exceedingly terrifying feeling.

The elder Emperor of Nisailan Country took a deep breath, "Ladies and gentlemen, I do not know what force they are, but they are undoubtedly from another universe beyond this temporal gate; we must unite."

The atmosphere on the scene grew stifling.

Every previous arrival of a civilization ascension train had been a great opportunity.

The entire universe would rejoice.

Because the civilizations ascending on the trains below would typically be swiftly captured and imprisoned by them.

Then they would usurp the nest and hop on this train to continue ascending!

People called the civilization train that appeared once every few billion years a "Train Epoch."

In the Second Universe, they would use this opportunity to amass the geniuses accumulated over billions of years in order to hijack this train’s arrival, continuing to ascend to the Third Universe...

It’s a hierarchical system.

Station signs of universes would keep up with the train, carrying dreams onward to the final destination.

Each civilization train initiated a grand migration, which was known as:

Cosmic Migration.

It is the only means of smuggling into other universes.

But now?

This time, the civilization train was not a gentle lamb.

The train was filled with man-eating tigers, all sorts of bizarre mythical beings!

The middle-aged beauty furrowed her brow and shouted into the distance, "Munis, should we have met? I ascended before; I think we should have a proper talk."

Munis’ eyes flickered with a hint of calmness, "No, I have no reason to talk to you. You have but one choice: surrender to the all-knowing and omnipotent God."

His voice carried a tone of reverence that bordered on worship,

"Because... God has descended into the Human World."

Munis, being the Pope of the Church Court Country, had eyes blazing with devout fervor, "A storm that will sweep through the Multi-Cosmos is about to bring enormous changes to this mortal land!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" shouted a frivolously dressed man beside him:

"Since when have you turned superstitious? You, of all people, the ruler of the First Universe’s platform, could you have been brainwashed by some strange thing?"

"Did you drink too much, too? Has the Desert Universe suffered worse now?"

"Begin," Munis commanded, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness,

"God, as a great life of higher dimensions, won’t be believed by the ignorant mortals on the ground."