Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Everyone sighed secretly.

Originally, we thought we were fake... but it turns out they’re even more fake.

This is an era of comparing the worst.

They’re worse than us, and that’s the end of it.

Through the fog of fate, Fortuna saw through the insides of the lantern fish, "But how is he so strong? Didn’t we say before that the shackles of the Eighth Tier could only add some special abilities?"

The crafty old man of the Great Black Heaven stroked his beard, "Yes, it is strange, it seems the other side has more up their sleeve."

"That’s fine." The God of Magic, Bal, said casually, "Isn’t it our aim to gather information through constant exploration?"

"Then let’s just keep watching." Everyone smiled, but their expressions suddenly turned serious.

Eyes cast downward.

Looking at the warriors dying on the battlefield, surrounded by divine light, every second being slaughtered by that lantern fish!

The Celestial Will guarding this trial world is truly astonishingly strong.

However, the deities aren’t concerned about the soldiers who died; they went to the battlefield for military merit, and when they became soldiers, they should’ve been prepared for death.

God and Fortuna can certainly save people from the Death World, but they wouldn’t waste valuable revival opportunities on them.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Countless soldiers fought braver and stepped over the bodies of their comrades.

That immense lantern fish carried a mighty and dominant aura, as if the power of a galaxy poured down.

"You still refuse to surrender?"

"Submit to me, pledge allegiance, and I might let you continue to ride the civilization train to a higher dimension!"

A cold voice came from the lantern fish.

But those soldiers showed no intention of retreating, charging, charging, charging!

This scene made Harris, hidden in the shadows, shiver in fear.

How could this be?

Are they not afraid of death?

Already lost thirty percent of the army; morale should be crushing like a landslide.

Yet each had shining eyes, as if seeing some treasure, as mighty warriors were about to pluck fruit.

"It’s my fault for rushing this trip and not bringing the army out."

Harris felt a trace of unease for the first time.

He could take on the entire world’s Eighth Tier alone, even with ease.

But that doesn’t mean this is ridiculously bizarre, an Eighth Tier with a hundred times the combat power of the same level.

These Eighth Tier warriors, a hundredfold stronger, each is a leader star in a galaxy, the supreme being that guards a region.

Each has their pride, dignity, unwilling to be weak...

Understanding the laws and forming shackles, if they had any weaknesses, or submitted to others, it’s impossible to have trained to this extent.

But...

They all submit, willingly becoming soldiers?

These cowards, how did they train to this level?

This truly subverted Harris’s outlook, making him feel utterly incredible!

At this time.

In the center of the battlefield, that lantern fish suddenly spoke:

"However, even if you are this powerful, what can you do?"

"Merely the struggles of ants."

The voice was ethereal, as if it came from eternal ages, distant and elusive.

"Each of you is unmatched in the same tier, comparable to the extraordinary talents I’ve seen in history... but it’s precisely because you’re these kinds of people that killing you brings a sense of accomplishment, it feels exhilarating to kill!"

"Destroying the invincible level you painstakingly trained in, strongest foundation, one by one, I feel a sense of achievement!"

"Then I’ll kill another thirty percent!"

Harris said coldly.

The Munis across from him was infuriated, shouting, "You do know, our realm was achieved through painstaking cultivation, enduring countless hardships, solid and thorough, yet you enjoy watching us, the strongest and most perfect warriors, being shattered before your eyes?"

"Kid."

Harris showed a hint of a cruel smile, "You saying that gets me even more excited."

His somewhat tired spirit, made uneasy by the enemy’s strong morale, was instantly invigorated, killing with enthusiasm.

Kill, kill, kill!

Killed all the way to the fourth layer.

Blood everywhere, as if the entire star sea turned bloody.

The ground was a scene of tragedy.

Watching the foundation painstakingly accumulated over thousands of years being destroyed by a single person, layer after layer, Munis felt heartbroken.

"Bitter, so bitter..."

He sighed lightly, took out a communication device, and said to that head, "Family members of the deceased, you don’t need to retreat..."

"All come back."

"Those who’ve lost family need compensation!"

"God loves all people, God is merciful."

"We will adhere to strict compensation policies, with every soldier’s first-rank inheritor inheriting their father’s western title or eastern post..."

This scene wasn’t hidden from Harris in the distance.

This left him with a flash of confusion: Merciful? Bringing the families of dead soldiers back to continue fighting, isn’t that about wiping them out entirely?

Father is dead, and the retreating son is asked to return to fight?

Is this about exterminating the whole family?

Yet, even with such gods’ followers, there are still so many choosing to follow?

Just when Harris couldn’t comprehend it, he saw the families of the retreating soldiers returning quickly from a distance.

Then they took over their father’s corpse.

The Divine Format of their fathers, being conceptual, intangible treasures, were difficult to destroy and also carried with them Immortal Divine Power.

After all.

Attaching Immortality to a human is too costly, but attaching it to an important asset like a Divine Format is just right.

"Father!"

"Damn it!"

These Seventh Tier soldiers, weak enough to die with a breath, after their grief, put on their father’s inheritance, equipment, and Divine Format, and in an instant, an astonishing aura erupted from them.

Their realms, instantly solidified, with profound depth!

"Fortunately, we had prior training for substitute forces! After the death of the elders, as the first heirs, we can swiftly master this terrifying power!"

They had obviously already adapted to Eighth Tier power and studied their parents’ equipment.

What is this?

Harris was dumbfounded, his hands cold and stiff, his chest rising and falling slightly, not knowing whether it was out of anger or astonishment.

"Your realms, solidified?" Harris asked.

Munis revealed a touch of calmness, "Compared to your ethereal, hollow realms, our realm of death remains, one realm transmitted over three generations. If this isn’t solid, what is?"

Harris fell silent.

He painstakingly killed a batch, only for them to find any readily available Seventh Tiers and fill the numbers?

So what was the point of what I just killed?

"Enough, enough, I should showcase my true form now."

"This anglerfish is a Tao Spirit specially formed to control the chaotic sun."

"Let me show you the Tao Spirit I truly use as my main combat force."

With that, the body of the anglerfish quickly disintegrated and exploded, and each rule shackle rapidly dispersed.

Revealing Harris’ fundamental Tao Artifact, an ocean scepter.

Then Harris quickly cast out a large number of new Tao Artifacts, rapidly combining them with the ocean scepter in the sky to transform into an all-new Tao Beast.

A mighty, awe-inspiring giant eel spiraled in the sky, letting out an astonishing roar.

"Now begins."

Harris’s voice suddenly spread throughout the entire region,

"I don’t know what monsters you have, but now, the game is over."

"No matter how many of you there are, you can’t withstand my stamina recovery."

"Because I am the characteristic of the Celestial Will Race of this world....allowing me to continuously absorb and release the surrounding power to recover stamina."

A terrifying pressure descended on everyone’s hearts like a giant rock, pressing down violently.

As if the calamity of the entire world instantly descended.

The expressions of those nearby suddenly turned serious; the Celestial Will Race is the true taboo of these Twelve Trials, known as the will of the heavens, the lord of all things, the voice of the world, the ear of the world...

So...

Was it just a probe by this guy?

His anglerfish was just a tool specifically used to imprison the chaotic sun?

"Are you ready to embrace despair?"

The oppressive power pressed heavily on everyone’s hearts.

At this moment, the sky suddenly cracked open, revealing a glimpse of divine light surrounding a hall with lush waters and green mountains, where mighty divine silhouettes of varying genders and forms were overlooking the earth.

Leading this group of gods, a divine figure lowered their gaze lightly and spoke:

"Is this the world’s Celestial Will character?"

God gently extended a hand, reaching across parallel worlds, slowly grasping towards Harris in the distance.

"God?"

Harris sneered, raising his hand to resist.

But at the next moment, the hand lightly brushed past him, employing Concealment+Theft, an invisible conceptual hand penetrated through layers of flesh, reaching into the fundamental level of concepts.

With a swish—

God seemed to take something away from Harris, the hand gently floating back,

"Now, I am the might of this world."

Bewilderment flashed in Harris’ eyes, feeling as if he had lost something.

And simultaneously.

At that moment, almost all civilizations, strong beings, and giant beasts across the starry sea sensed anew.

A tide-like feeling of miserable sadness surged in their hearts.

They couldn’t help but want to cry, tears flowing, as if feeling grief for some reason.

All creation wept, the heavens and earth grieved!

Munis revealed a hint of surprise, dumbfounded, "According to ancient records, only when people defeat the Celestial Will, when the heavens are slain, does such a scene of heaven and earth grieving occur."

"After the heavens perish, this world falls into a vacancy, and only after a short while will it nurture a new Celestial Will Race."

"But the heavens weren’t dead, wasn’t it just opposite?" He looked at Harris, who once had a confident face but now was at a loss.

A startling thought suddenly surged in his mind: "No, the heavens died, just now God, with a light grasp, slew the heavens."

Immediately after.

God, leaning high with a sidelong seated posture on the celestial dome, leisurely propped chin with one hand, gazed down at the army on the opposite side with a calm gaze, playing with a crystal in the other hand.

It was the characteristic of the second heavenly race!

Like a divine edict descending from the heavens, with immense dignity, each word slammed into everyone’s heart, resounding clearly,

"Mortals..."

"Go deal with this mortal."