Starting with Growing Mushrooms-Chapter 440 - 343: The Siris Myth

Within the space-time tower of the Magic Milky Way.

Each planet is nothing more than an ornament, a jewel adorning the tower, shrunk by the power of space distortion into small bubble dimensions, embedded atop the tower.

In the very center of the tower, an extravagant feast, fit only for the consumption of Divine Spirits, is laid out, with two figures sitting opposite each other.

"Welcome!" Mogan Nan greeted with great courtesy.

"Since you want to sit down and talk, let’s see what you have to say." The sole ruler of the Fifth Celestial Will World, Siris, said indifferently.

The scene was filled with a dignified, majestic atmosphere.

They represented the negotiation and power struggle between two mythical civilizations.

These two were Mogan Nan, the God of Parallels, and the ruler of an external super-civilization, the Celestial Will King of the Fifth Galaxy.

The Fifth Era is the myth of Siris.

The figure seated before everyone was none other than Siris, the Celestial God King in the myth, hailed as the End of Days, the Sound of All Things.

The gods each had their duties.

If the God of Evolution were real estate, then the God of Parallels would be the ’Minister of Foreign Affairs,’ responsible for external negotiations and connections.

Crash——

Their wills clashed incessantly, like torrents.

Each minute and second, a mind-boggling amount of information was exchanged.

Everyone held their breath, quietly observing their dialogue.

Everyone was extremely tense, knowing this was the moment to decide the fate of this nation, this era, this age of myth!

The beginning is always the hardest.

If they could negotiate successfully.

Then, they could proceed in this manner, completely opening the Deterrent Era, using deterrence to conquer new heroes of each godly era!

If they failed...

A great war could erupt, and who knew where the world would go after losing control, possibly leading to destruction.

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

After three consecutive days of diplomatic visits, taking Siris, this king of the Fifth Era, on tours, and scripting a beautiful future of cooperation...

"In this case, I can accept!"

Finally, the Celestial Will being of the Fifth Divine Era hesitated for a moment but still agreed.

"Good! Good!"

The God of Parallels, Mogan Nan, exclaimed joyfully, "Then surrender without resistance first, for the sake of safety, you must be imprisoned! Because your power is too formidable!"

The prideful face of the Celestial Will being of the Fifth Divine Era flickered with anger, "Impossible, we are merely partners, and our two kingdoms are equal!"

In his world, even the exalted gods were his small dogs,

In his mythic era, the Celestial Will Race rose to power, turning all gods into slaves.

Only God and Longevity Divine Spirits possessed the concealed divine power, allowing them to escape as two notorious fugitives.

These two, like hidden mice, attempted to overthrow the new regime, restoring the corrupt, old, feudal system!

In their Fifth World, God was a cunning black man named Nick, and the Longevity God was a woman who toyed with the emotions of gods, extremely crafty.

The ranks and genders had skewed beyond measure.

For as every world passed, God’s life trajectory deviated slightly.

After five or six consecutive shifts, the so-called God became nothing more than another completely irrelevant, fortunate one who acquired this divine power.

Hence, after hunting down this black God and the female Longevity God, he successfully killed them.

Could be said it was an immortal feat.

Yet these decaying old gods...

Dared to turn heaven and earth, attempting to make him their slave?

"Impossible!"

The Celestial Will being of the Fifth Divine Era said indifferently, "Not overthrowing your decaying old regime is my limit of tolerance, I’m merely here to cooperate!"

In his history.

The gods schemed and fought, divine wars frequently erupted, and the people could not survive.

Evolution, fate, wisdom, longevity, magic, death.

With his own power, he swept across the six nations, achieving ultimate unification, ending the chaotic era.

Enslaving the chaotic gods, instituting a universal language and roads to match, all gods under his command constructed a brand new chaotic Sun God world.

As an unrivaled hero...to cooperate with these relics of a decaying old era was already the limit of his endurance!

"Are you not afraid of death?" Mogan Nan couldn’t help but say, "Do you not want your child to come out and teach you a lesson?"

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, paused, seemingly guessing what the God of Parallels, Mogan Nan, intended to say:

"If you must awaken my child to fight me, then go ahead, I’d rather perish together!"

Mogan Nan secretly noted, this man truly is proud.

Each Celestial Will had its own character.

While the previous Celestial Wills were arrogant, they all feared death, so as a yellow-haired threat: you don’t want to be forcefully impregnated, to give birth to a child...

They yielded.

But now, the expedition was unproductive. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Encountering a chaste woman ready to die rather than surrender, you can have me give birth, but I’d rather perish together.

"This is a big problem." Mogan Nan sighed inwardly, most troublingly, his threat proved ineffective!

Now it seems the energy is insufficient, the birth gets slower and slower, giving birth to this Fifth World guy took so long, and by the time the Sixth World is born...

With this time, the mythical great Celestial God King of Siris will have already beaten us to death!

Feeling incredibly unfortunate, Mogan Nan still forced a calm demeanor, "Perishing together is disadvantageous to us both, I might summon your child to teach you about respecting the elderly, but a harder to deal with guy might show up!"

"In that case, why don’t we make a bet." Mogan Nan suggested.

"What do you want to bet?" Siris asked indifferently, utterly unafraid.

In his eyes, he felt as though he had entered a primitive urban-rural integration, where villages and township facilities were rampant, an extremely backward old regime world.

The gods in this world were still too lax and reckless; only by concentrating Divine Authority could the era be propelled forward rapidly.

This old regime of the gods is incredibly backward.

"It’s simple, let’s have a fight," Mogan Nan said.

"Alright."

Siris stood up and slowly walked out of the tower, "Perfect timing to measure the weight of your world. What you rely on is merely those three Heavenly Wills, three against one—it should be interesting."

A world has only one Heavenly Will life form.

As the invincible Siris, encountering his own kind for the first time naturally raises his interest in combat.

Very quickly.

The gods cleared out the fourth world.

The lives inside were moved to the second and third Divine Era worlds.

Siris stood in the center, "Using a parallel world as an arena? It’s a pretty good idea; I can finally unleash my full power."

He looked upwards towards the gods of this world seated on high, a trace of mockery flashing across his face, "The gods act as judges sitting above, not participating personally? A truly inexplicable and arrogant group."

Geniuses are the true high beings, while these gods sit on the judge’s seat with an even nobler posture.

Siris didn’t have time to think further before the battle suddenly broke out.

Boom!

Madra, Mandar, and the fourth day’s Heavenly Will expert suddenly surrounded Siris in a triangular position.

Mandar’s two children have been learning advanced technology from the Celestial Will Era these years, studying various cultivation techniques of their kind and training models, and have grown significantly.

They began to mobilize various divine powers provided by the source of the gods, engaging in exquisitely skilled combat maneuvers.

Bang!

Too much energy continuously overflowed, causing the entire ocean of space to stir up tsunamis capable of destroying this world, and the order of all things emitted creaking sounds.

"You fight me to try stealing my techniques, don’t you?"

Siris stood proudly in the void, watching the three kindred flicker before him and said, "If you can learn, then go ahead."

Siris stepped forward, unleashing various moves to bombard them.

The entire magical galaxy seemed to explode with countless stars, like a dark room suddenly lit by candle flames, instantly bright.

"I, Siris, am the ultimate cataclysm that sweeps across the six Divine Kingdoms, destroying worlds."

As everyone stood in shock, the opponent’s countless stars vibrated, and billions of ocean waters surged.

High above.

The gods observed.

The God of Parallel, Mogan Nan; God Surya; God of Evolution, Xiangtuo Mo; God of Death, Anu...

And Fortuna from the main world.

"What an exaggerated man."

"It seems this race is like normal people—some geniuses, some mediocrities. The previous Heavenly Wills were minor talents, showing that their race is inherently endowed, but this one surpasses even common genius as a monstrous talent!"

"They’re truly enviable; their race’s characteristics far surpass ours. I wonder when we might become like this race."

The gods fell silent, frowning, showing worry.

They watched Siris, who did earth-shattering devastation like a god or demon before them.

A thought surfaced in their minds.

We’re no match at all.

We’re completely not their opponents!

After all, most gods are conceptual, functional entities—Transmission, Evolution, Destiny...all are foundational pillars of the world.

Except for Chaos Sun God, who inherently carries an "extermination" trait, almost no gods naturally fit for combat.

Even as hosts with 100% compatibility, their innate talents are allocated to agriculture-related aspects.

Thus.

As functional gods facing a more advanced, combat-ready Heavenly Will race, they feel deeply threatened.

We are too backward.

Facing such a more advanced era mechanism, are we truly going to be eliminated?

The gods showed worry as they looked towards God of Evolution, Xiangtuo Mo, "Haven’t you figured out how we might evolve into this race?"

"No!" Xiangtuo Mo has worked hard, "I suspect that the Power of Evolution can’t turn us into them, because evolution is evolution, not transformation."

God Surya calmly spoke: "There are no eternal nations in the world. From small mortal dynasties on the earth to large celestial gods; one after another ascend the throne—the God Era, the Fate Era, the Chaos Era..."

Each version belongs to its own god. Even gods’ strength changes and updates as eras mature.

Why wouldn’t they be eliminated?

Just as the gods worried about the strength of these days, the distant battle suddenly ended.

Siris stomped the fourth Heavenly Will underfoot, "Waste!"

His foot continuously pressed onto its head, emitting popping sounds as the pressure increased.

The fourth world’s Heavenly Will showed fear, "No, you’re trying to..."

Before finishing the sentence.

Siris decisively crushed the fourth Heavenly Will’s skull with a light step.

"You shall be the first of your kind killed in history."

"My father..."

With a bang, in the stunned gaze of everyone, the first death of the Heavenly Will race occurred.

Previously, there were four Heavenly Will lives.

It was Licona, Madra, Mandar, and the unnamed fourth Heavenly Will...and he died simply like a walk-on character.

"As for you two..."

Siris’s gaze fell on the two children, "Still just young children, compared to this formed Tenth Heavenly Will I killed over tens of thousands of years, you have potential to mold..."

"From now on, you’ll follow me." Siris chuckled softly.

Mandar and Madra trembled, nodding repeatedly: "We understand."

Clearly, they were the oldest founding grandfathers—yet to survive, they now seem like servants loyally following new masters everywhere.

"I have won."

Siris glanced up at the gods, a trace of playfulness flashing, "This fight wasn’t satisfying; I have a bold idea—why not let my son, the Sixth Divine Era, come out as well?"