Starting with Growing Mushrooms

On the other side.

The severely injured General Rick was frantically fleeing, weaving through the sea of people.

"Damn it, what on earth are they? Our King of the Sea is dead? How is that possible? It must be a lie!"

"How can the Angel Gabriel be so strong?"

"And this monster, Gabriel, is merely called... the left hand of God?"

"And what kind of monster is God himself, according to their description, who seemed to have used his hand to make the one on the third day slap themselves?"

Madness, this world is simply madness!

Bang!

At that moment, he slammed hard into a figure.

He turned his head to see a tall, large man standing in front of him, "So, this is the Tao Spirit."

"Who are you?" Rick showed a look of terror.

"My name is Xibo, from the 165th Divine Era, a transdimensional egg." Xibo’s lips curled up slightly, "Come, merge with me..."

With that, he instantly devoured the other into his body.

With a scream, Rick was devoured bit by bit.

And Xibo gradually transformed back into a giant egg, fell into a planet, and entered a deep sleep.

An invisible force of this universe silently and slowly injected into the rejuvenated Xibo’s body, seemingly endowing him with some mysterious property.

That was the power of Celestial Will.

The old Celestial Will, Harris, was dead, and the new Celestial Will actually fell upon Xibo.

And he himself came from the World of Gods’ Celestial Will life; now, a huge change seemed to have occurred in the darkness.

A brand new mutated Celestial Will Race, which fused the features of the real universe and Divine Power, seemed to be slowly gestating terrifying power within the giant egg.

...

Ten years later.

Liu Jun received news in Heaven.

Munis, along with Gabriel, returned victorious!

This Ocean Universe was completely conquered.

And they brought back an immeasurable accumulation, the various treasures in that treasury made everyone dazzle.

"A total of 32,851 chains..."

"But we let go of a general with more than three hundred chains."

"It seems like three hundred isn’t much, but such a systematic set of chained Tao Spirits is the most precious!"

"The over thirty thousand chains we have are unsystematic... unable to combine, which is why they are left to gather dust in the national treasury."

Munis looked at this, eagerly looking at God, "However, with God’s supreme wisdom, these over thirty thousand chains might still piece together several complete Tao Spirits."

And the other gods also eagerly watched God.

They also wanted God to use his world-shocking wisdom to help them combine these fragments into working Tao Spirits.

"I will conduct research."

"But I will assign a group of Wisdom Angels to form a specialized research team."

Liu Jun looked at this number and felt it was just average.

After all, Tao Artifacts are consumable, and most people choose to self-destruct before dying, not leaving their lifelong accumulation to the enemy.

Otherwise, these numbers could multiply several times over.

Beside him, Fortuna looked at the towering piles of treasures, full of excitement, "Too many, too many."

God shook his head, "This is the Virtual Trial Universe... the treasures inside are fake. To bring them into the reality of the First Trial Universe would require enormous energy to materialize these things."

But that was enough for them to research a new Tao Spirit Realm.

Liu Jun scanned these treasures with a slight glance, secretly thinking: Truly, robbing and looting are the quickest ways to get rich, seizing existing civilization’s knowledge for rapid advancement!

However.

He experienced the joy of looting for the first time.

After all, the real universe was filled with garbage civilizations... their technology wasn’t as advanced as Liu Jun’s Mushroom Soup World’s foundation.

Luckily, they discovered the hideouts of ancient old men.

There was such a massive treasure trove here!

The joy of blasting those old men’s gold coins is indescribable!

And this was only the Second Trial.

Liu Jun was already filled with anticipation for the unknown trials above, what kind of equipment would blast out after defeating the bosses?

"Then, let’s step into the Tao Spirit Era."

"Yes!"

"By the way, Magaras, any traces of him recently?"

"No, that guy has turned into a new parallel divine wanderer, roaming around, and probably no one can find him."

"Moreover, this wanderer is probably no longer in this Second Trial. Our Parallel Epoch Eagles can already open the door to the Second Trial... his Parallel Power can surely open this door!"

The group kept discussing that with all this recent chaos, Magaras was still missing.

As the instigator of the Twelve Trials Universe, he must be secretly stirring things up in the Twelve Trials!

Since he isn’t here, he must be in another Trial Universe.

...

Third Trial Universe.

Forest area.

If you think of countless massive jellyfish-like planets, here are countless gigantic wetland insects.

Chang Qintian was still fleeing all the way, extremely embarrassed, resting against a giant tree, "Damn, it’s all that God’s fault, he’s despicable to the extreme!"

He was now being relentlessly hunted by the powerful beings of the local Cosmos, living in a dire predicament.

If it weren’t for his identity as Celestial Will, with strong recuperative powers that allowed him to absorb and exhale surrounding energy, he would have long perished under such intense pursuit.

At that moment, a voice suddenly rang beside his ear, "Do you hate God?"

Chang Qintian abruptly raised his head, discovering a man’s silhouette seated on the tree trunk, whose presence he hadn’t noticed before.

"You... who are you?" Chang Qintian’s skin prickled with goosebumps, since when did he get so close to me?

In the next moment,

The man seemed to blink into his presence, suddenly appearing before him, "My name is Magaras, as you can see, I’m also of your race."

His voice was incredibly calm, "But as a member of the Celestial Will Race, compared to you major Celestial Wills, I am inherently inferior."

"Wait! Stay away from me!" Chang Qintian revealed a peculiar expression.

In the Twelve Trials Universe, theoretically, there are only twelve Celestial Will bosses, where did this guy come from?

This kind of aura and style, he’s definitely not a member of our Celestial Will Race here.

A thought suddenly exploded in his mind, "Are you a Celestial Will from that God civilization?"

"Smart!"

Magaras chuckled, "You’re almost dead now. Why not let me send you on your way? Once I seize your power and traits, replacing you as the third day, I’ll help you avenge God."

Chang Qintian’s face changed completely, continually retreating, "No need, I can settle the score with him myself."

"Heh heh."

Magaras chuckled, "No, you can’t... Opening a dimensional gate costs you enormous effort, only allowing you to reach into the lower world."

"Moreover, you can only reach in, going personally is impossible."

"But I’m different."

Magaras displayed his Parallel Divine Power, "See? This power allows me to project my body into another parallel world."

"Right now, I exist ten-fold, in each trial."

"Ten..." Chang Qintian’s mind went blank.

Does he mean the frontline has reached the tenth trial?

Has the frontline’s layer advanced that far?

He had thought himself a mighty combatant on the frontline, reaching the sixth tier, seventh tier, already quite formidable.

Never thought the cutting-edge assault group was so terrifying?

Chang Qintian, as the guardian boss of the third day, deeply understood the immense challenge.

At the frontline, exactly how many monstrous extremes from across Cosmos history have converged?

Magaras smiled, showing a hint of jealousy, "The tenth trial, truly a gathering of monsters!"

"My projections are currently attempting to ascend and grow in each trial."

"But in the tenth trial, I’ve died many times, every time having to re-project myself over."

Magaras murmured to himself,

"Moreover, you can’t even imagine the terrifying conspiracy hidden within the high-level trials, the world of those monsters is unbelievably dreadful."

The nature of the Twelve Trials is similar to a virtual parallel world.

And Magaras, mastering the Parallel Divine Power, is able to project a body of himself into each world, so he chose to unlock the Twelve Trials.

Now, in the ten trials, he has ten versions of himself, engaging in the conquest simultaneously.

Now, with the third trial, he caught an opportunity when God wounded a third-day boss, Chang Qintian, a chain reaction ensued.

Boom!

Magaras stomped Chang Qintian into the soil, his foot continuously grinding against his face,

"Your face is indeed tender, no wonder God couldn’t get enough of it."

"The feel of roughing it up is really nice."

"Damn it! Damn it!" Chang Qintian shot a glance of anger, unleashing the last of his strength with a blast, "I want to kill you! I sense so many Divine Objects on you!"

"As long as I kill you, as long as I kill you..."

Chang Qintian’s fury finally erupted.

Despite his extreme weakness, somehow using a costly, astonishing method, he suddenly returned to peak strength.

Magaras was surprised, his expression gradually turning solemn, "As expected, the depths of you Celestial Wills are unpredictable, God beat you up, those local strongmen hunted you for so many years, yet you have such formidable hidden cards?"

This made Magaras quietly realize the inconvenience, "This is a bit troublesome, but it doesn’t matter, if God could do it, why can’t I fight above my level?"

"Just a cornered rat after all."

In the next instant, a fierce battle erupted suddenly.

Astounding tempest soared instantly in the forest, both sides exploded with terrifying power, locked in a deadly battle.

This battle, neither can retreat, nor must they retreat.

Magaras took a deep breath:

"As long as I win, I shall be the third day... With the aid of Parallel Power, this can be my main base, allowing my subordinates to project, attacking other trials..."

"Upper-level trials, I can project armies over to conquer, the fourth, fifth, sixth..."

"Lower-level trials, first and second trials, over there, the God civilization also awaits my attack."

"A two-pronged attack, pushing forward from both flanks."

Magaras’s expression suddenly sharpened.

He feared God’s rise more than anyone.

Now, God’s growth pace was too fast.

He absolutely could not allow God to continue developing like this.

He wanted to capture the third Trial Universe, organizing the local universe’s elites, to overwhelm the second Trial God’s defenses.

With such resolve, Magaras must win this battle.

And he must win swiftly, or else, if other local powers rushed to inquire, it would become problematic.