Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 25 The Human Emperor's Challenge

The angels below hummed hymns with great fanfare.

The sky split open, and a colossal figure floated and sank in the chaos, as if its body spanned millions of miles, its majestic lines awe-inspiring.

Tall and majestic.

huge.

Vast.

"Creator God"

All living beings gazing at the figures in the sky seemed to see their own destiny reflected there.

That is the ultimate beauty that contains both destruction and eternity.

A vast, complex, and chaotic force, like the combined will of countless beings left over from history, surged into the minds of the angels, transforming into an endless stream of information.

It was as if countless ancient beings from the past were whispering in my ear.

It was as if the whole world was in prayer.

They are soil, sand, wind, rain, insects, birds, and fish.
It was a mixture of countless wills, both dead and alive, that converged into a massive torrent.

this moment.
All life felt as if the very source of the world had descended upon them.

That figure descended from the sky, containing the path to ultimate truth.

And in the next moment, the figure seemed to ignore the army and emperor below them, gradually moving away, leaving only the two divine beings falling to earth.

That figure is moving away!
That indifference, as cold and distant as the heavens, made them all think at once: "We're being ignored!"

"That is the god who sent down the divine object?"

"No response. Can't see it, can't hear it?"

"Perhaps, in His eyes, our shouts are no different from the sound of the wind in nature."

"Our energy level is too low to attract any attention."

"The greatest contempt is to ignore it."

"Yes, yes."

An angel whispered:
"Do you care about the sound of flowing water by the roadside? Do you care about the sound of rain by the roadside? In His eyes, we are just part of nature, no different from the stones that move by the roadside."

The King of Angels trembled violently, his eyes widened, and his wings shook.

The King of Angels coldly said, "Unable to communicate? If you don't know what it is, then try attacking it."

"After all, beings that destroy eras are highly likely to destroy us in the future."

The King of Angels, Worm Thirteen, finally transformed his fear into anger.

"That's good! We can go back to that time."

The cherubim, who had lost his child years ago, became excited, recalling the passionate days when they fought side by side against the brachiosaurs.

"Formation!"

The King of Angels commanded the four legions, their thoughts synchronized, transforming into a rain of white bones that shot straight into the sky.

"combustion!"

The next moment, countless angels activated the "Deep Affection is Short-lived" spell borrowed from the Cangwu Tree, and the entire race transformed into a giant burning mushroom bomb, emitting a faint, holy white light.

Burn! Transform into a butterfly!
Countless sacred and pure energies converged on the King of Angels, as if constructing a colossal energy angel that briefly existed between heaven and earth.

This was a battle that would burn their lives; the veterans who had followed the King of Angels to conquer the entire land had no intention of returning.

They had practiced this battle beforehand.

The pupil high in the sky, like the sun and moon, turned slightly, as if it had finally noticed the scene below.

However, that mysterious eternal existence only paused for a second, like a natural hurricane that suddenly arrived and disappeared, slowly fading away from this world.

"Ignore it, just ignore it!"

The next moment, Insect Thirteen condensed the spiritual fluctuations brought about by the burning life force of the entire angel soldier, and his body expanded countless times.

He was like a giant who created the heavens, his thoughts surging.

"Not enough, not enough."

"Since you are nature, then our Angel Civilization will continue to conquer nature!"

He paused, a slight smile spreading across his lips.

"I have."

"Thirty-eight thousand angels, all emerging from their cocoons to condense their destiny, gathering the flame of civilization, like butterflies drawn to the flame."

"Take this sword!"

Countless angel bone spikes, like a vast celestial river, transformed into a dazzling giant white bone sword that shone brightly between heaven and earth.

This sword strike is fearless of death and relentless.

And a group of veterans from back then, at this moment, could not withstand the pull of "deep affection is short-lived" and fell one after another.

The angelic historians below are constantly recording this.

Seraphim, die.

Thrones, die.

The angel of the wheel, die.

Cherubim, die.

The archangel is dead. "Good, good!"

Watching his old friends walk towards their glorious end, Chong Shisan laughed loudly, "They should die on the battlefield, not live alone, but die with dignity together."

In an instant, burning with intense passion, this elderly emperor unleashed all the deep emotions, resentment, guilt, and suspicion that had been accumulating for countless years into a single sword strike.

Tears involuntarily slid down Chong Shisan's cheeks, landing strangely and perfectly on the inscription "Deep Affection is Short-lived."

Half a lifetime of tossing and turning, sleepless nights, extreme repression and suffering, unexpectedly coincided with the ability of "deep affection is short-lived", and he completely integrated this talent into his body.

To the astonishment of all the angels, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

A new god has been born!
With a sudden burst of energy, he broke through the bottleneck that had bound him for life and entered the third tier.

"Deep affection is short-lived, and extreme wisdom is bound to bring harm." The King of Angels murmured, "This is the first half of my life, but now I'm all dead. What use is becoming a god?"

All the angels, butterflies, and people of all races gazed upon this majestic King of Angels; this would be…
The third deity.

On the Cangwu tree.

"They actually did it." Dielüxiang watched this scene in astonishment.

Over the years, he painstakingly studied how to become a new god, and finally discovered that he needed enlightenment and harmony.

But deep affection is short-lived, which is just right.
Worm Thirteen.

So he taught him the methods he had researched over the years, and it actually worked.

Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak for a long time, silently watching the deity swing his sword at the sky.

The more than 30,000 veterans who had followed him in battle for many years transformed into pure life force, forming a large phantom of the Angel King.

However.
not enough!
Chong Shisan felt that this power was too raw and unrefined.

The next moment, he was blessed with good fortune.

"Back then, the Many-Handed Butterfly dreamed of the divine face and drew the angel race, but that was just a vague imagination. It formed a sphere."

"Now, this is the true form."

He suddenly understood something, looked at the face in the sky, and his whole body changed to resemble the creator god.

His round body suddenly began to transform, like a prototype embryo, constantly changing in the middle, becoming translucent, and a curled-up baby appeared inside, with only a pair of small wings sticking out.

Deep affection is short-lived, burning through one's lifespan!

The baby grew rapidly, broke open the angel's egg, and became a handsome and tall angel.

He was handsome and tall, like a statue of a god from ancient Greece. Looking up, he saw the majestic power of heaven that ignored him, the supreme being that symbolized heaven and earth.

cut!
The sword finally fell.

It was as if the world was facing its end.

The giant sword fell silently and entered the body of the departing eternal being, without causing a ripple.

"Still no use?" Chong Shisan stared blankly at the scene, feeling his strength disappearing. The outcome of this battle was already decided.

Just then, the figure in the sky suddenly stopped.

"The God of the New Era has only one question."

In the distant reaches of space, beyond the heavens and earth, a distant chanting voice echoed.

It transformed into the purest and most primal spirit and surged into Chong Shisan's heart.

Chong Shisan shouted with difficulty:

“I read the existence of gods and trials from the memories of the earth's layers. You created the gods and all things? Is our entire world your divine kingdom?”

The voice from the sky spoke softly:
You can think of it that way.

The sound disappeared.

The figure vanished.

The sky suddenly fell silent again.

All that remained were angels scattered across the land, and Insect Thirteen fell from the sky, accidentally crashing into a Star Chaser floating in the sky, his consciousness gradually fading away.

His expression gradually took on a satisfied smile.

As he landed completely, his body was perfectly positioned to embrace the Angel Queen.

Two departed butterflies, their wings clasped together, resembled a magnificent burial garment, frozen in time as an epic mural of the distant future.

On the Cangwu tree.

"Being unable to defeat him is the best way to respect him."

Liu Jun closed his eyes.

As the entire angelic legion fell, witnessing the world-ending scene and the final dialogue, all the people felt as if it were all a dream.

An era in the pursuit of beauty has come to an end.

As Insect Thirteen sank into the void, he vaguely recalled that year, his conversation with his mother and the head guard, and how, as a little insect, he watched the butterfly cage in the sky, the colorful butterflies fluttering about, and how the gods of longevity and wisdom reappeared.

This time, the God of Immortality, bathed in golden divine light, said gently in a soft voice, "Little insect, your life has been beautiful enough."

Chong Shisan smiled with satisfaction.

My short life ended in decline, but my great life found beauty and eternity in the frescoes of the sanctuary.

In the 109th year of the Butterfly Era, the King of Angels, old and frail, asked the heavens a question and passed away with a smile.

(End of this chapter)