Starting with Growing Mushrooms

No matter how strong, fierce, or advanced you are.

Once you touch Chaos, there’s only one word: Hot!

Harris, barely holding onto a shred of consciousness, looked at the figure grabbing the chaotic sun and weakly called out, "Sir, be careful, the chaotic sun is untouchable, it’s from a civilization that claims to be a god..."

"Who cares what kind of god you are!"

A voice filled with anger rang out: "You’re asking for death!"

The creature on the other side had its hand burned off, yet immediately extended two more hands, mocking:

"I have two hands, and you only have one strange fireball..."

This opponent was indeed ruthless, reacting so quickly that there was no time to ponder the logic.

He straightforwardly stretched out both hands, ready to snatch Harris and the thief’s Divine Object from him from different directions!

He wasn’t concerned about Harris’s life, but rather the information on him!

What kind of civilization is this?

The other side can actually kill Harris?

This intelligence is extremely important.

Also, the thief’s Divine Object on Harris.

With just one glance, he felt a ferocious desire to take it away.

The Hand of Providence!

The Hand of Providence!

Two arms with tremendous power reached out fiercely.

"Kid."

A voice from across the infinite void suddenly penetrated this world.

The voice was full of unquestionable command, with a hint of arrogance and impatience, "Have you not died yet?"

"Don’t assume you’re invincible just because you can push a big fireball around."

"Two hands, such a simple yet effective move?" Liu Jun’s eyes flashed with surprise.

It’s amusing to beat the old and then see the young arrive, such nepotism has appeared?

In his whole career, this was the first time he encountered someone who could summon reinforcements.

So Harris actually had connections...

It seems the twelve trials indeed have a hierarchical connection?

As expected, the outside reality of the cosmos is incredibly barren, full of small fry, and he hadn’t run into a single strong one.

Previously, he was quite disappointed.

So, were the real old men all gathered at the various levels of the twelve trials?

At this moment.

From the other side of this door of nothingness, came another burst of wild laughter:

"Destiny old thief, how did your hand reach down to the lower world? How could you bear the enormous cost?"

"Hahaha! Did someone actually kill the Destiny Harris of the second trial?"

"Old dog! Your clansmen aren’t strong enough, beaten to death fair and square! It’s his own fault, do you mean to bully the young by using your age and power against our offspring?"

An old man also appeared on the other side of the door.

"Don’t even think about it!"

"Harris has connections, but don’t our compatriots as well!?"

But as the old man looked closely, he indeed saw that two hands had already reached over.

Immediately, anxiety surged in his heart: "He’s crazy? Breaking the rules, bullying the young?"

In his view, the opponent would not give much of his strength even if he struck.

But now.

What has this guy encountered that made him so desperate to reach out with both hands?

"It’s over."

The old man silently thought he couldn’t save the person in time, never expecting the other to be so decisive.

Harris, under their duress, turned a blind eye and let them pass.

After all, over the years, he had become too powerful.

No young civilization could possibly defeat him!

And now.

A young civilization has broken into the second trial and is capable of defeating Harris.

In his view, this being was almost the young mainstay of their many-clan civilization, with unparalleled future potential!

He must be saved.

"This guy, not caring for fairness, it’s over, he actually wants to kill our young genius in the cradle..."

He cursed silently, then moved a step slower, preparing to join the fray.

"Two hands, huh?"

God smiled lightly, looking at the scene in the sky.

He waved his hand, summoning the massive chaotic sun, carrying an astonishingly destructive aura, to block one hand.

But how to deal with the other Hand of Providence?

The opponent had obviously paid a heavy price to open a second door and stretch over the hand.

He couldn’t quickly create another chaotic sun to block this other hand.

Chaos couldn’t be stopped.

So, God poured an immense, pure, and massive Power of Wisdom accumulated over countless years into the opponent’s one hand.

He had the Magic Net covering the entire Cosmos in the First Desert Universe.

Mana, almost limitless!

A vast amount of energy gathered through the Magic Net, surging in God’s body continuously.

Boom!

The countless powers of the Magic Net transformed into an enormous Power of Wisdom, instantly merging into the opponent’s second arm.

Boom!

The Wisdom, unobstructed, flowed in like an ocean, erupting within the opponent’s body.

"What is this?"

The opponent had no knowledge of defense or preparation, the terrifying Wisdom surged in his arm, making veins pop out on his hand.

From the hand, a tender voice emerged:

"Oh, God..."

God rapidly equipped the diverted arm with various gear, instantly enhancing its strength a hundredfold,

"Dare to offend the divine majesty..."

"Slap yourself!"

A warm voice came from the arm: "If it is your will, I naturally obey."

Saying that, the reinforced arm struck back with a fierce punch.

In the next moment, it seemed like the sky was tearing apart.

Wisdom grows stronger when challenged, the opponent’s enhanced hand was instantly turned against him.

A hand with a hundredfold strength based on his base stats, plummeting back to the other side of the door as fierce as mountains and seas.

Slap!!

Under the original owner’s bewilderment, that hand fiercely slapped the owner’s face.

Swelling his face up instantly, scolding as it did:

"This slap, for your disrespect to God!!!"

Slap!

Through the hazy void, people vaguely saw a massive creature that scalded its hands, slapping itself hard.

The old man watched this scene, completely stupefied: "Did... did he hit himself? Slap himself, admit his mistake?"

Couldn’t understand, couldn’t understand at all.

What happened?

"My hand?!"

The force of that slap was so great, instantly launching the strong figure of the third trial’s destiny into several spins, crashing to the ground after spinning in the air.

All the soldiers of the chapel who believed in God stood aghast.

What happened?

While on the other side.

That destiny figure seemed to have subordinates as well.

"What happened?" "An assassin!" "Protect the king!" The incessant voices echoed, followed by the sound of the door being broken.

They walked through the door and saw their king doing something incredibly unimaginable.

He slapped himself hard on his own face.

Slap!

On the scene, standing at the door, the elite guards were all dumbfounded.

"This slap, for you being shamelessly protective! Stretching to save people? How dare you?"

Slap!

Another slap, the face swelled up immediately, turning red, a tooth flew out.

"This slap, for you crossing dimensions to seek enemies, how dare you stretch your hand so long?"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The slaps came like a whirlwind.

The strength of his arm, magnified by hundreds of times, forced him to kneel and curl up, his handsome face swelling up high, blood oozing through pores, teeth shattered everywhere.

The scene fell deathly silent.

"My hand, you’re courting death!!"

The third destiny finally snapped out of shock and anger.

He clashed fiercely with his own rebellious hand, setting off all sorts of fearful and furious roars, battling together.

Boom, boom, boom!

In no time, the fierce battle tore the sky and earth apart.

The old man became fidgety and confused, blankly watching this scene: Did he start fighting with his own hand?

On the other side of the door, in various palaces, numerous auspicious clouds floated.

"The slap of this time!"

"Do you know your crimes?"

The nearly lifeless and struggling Harris, God smiled slightly, looking at the fellow on the other side of the door.

"Giving you another gift!"

He extended his hand, lightly pushing, sending the enormous chaotic sun to the universe of the third trial.

The temporarily opened parallel door began to close slowly, leaving only a faint voice echoing in the air, intimidating everyone’s heart.

"Some days later, I shall come to meet you, if without repentance, the slapping will continue."