Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 164 A New Era, A Sneak Attack from Outside the Arena!
Zombies are beings whose souls are absorbed into their bodies, making them difficult to kill or destroy; they are soulless and spiritless.

It's practically the nemesis of witchcraft.

The sorcerer and his various bone ritual implements all use the power of the soul to kill people using the five elements.

Zombies, being soulless and without spirit, significantly reduce the enemy's lethality.

One month later.

Ying Qing returned to the Kingdom of Zhuyou, took his father's place, obtained the divine artifact, and taught the art of zombie cultivation.

The people of Zhuyou, in order to target the lineage of witch doctors, collectively became stagnant.

Afterwards, they continued to endure and assist Ying Qing, pooling the talents of the entire nation to continuously improve the structure and form of the zombies.

"Oil transforms into blood and qi within the body. Blood and qi are like mercury, circulating throughout the body. How about that?"

"it is good."

"Using essential oils as a second type of blood in the body is called essence and blood!"

"Like blood, oil can also transport energy and provide nutrients in the body, without the consumption of intermediate conversion."

"Essential oils, for use in treating blood and semen? Sure."

"The essence of zombies circulates throughout the body and converges in the heart. Using the heart as a furnace, the essence of zombies is ignited, causing it to boil and burn, which can enhance the combat power of my zombie clan."

"Heart Furnace, ignite the essence blood?"

"Very good! The zombie method is the cultivation method of our race."

Another thirty years have passed.

Ying Qing continued his arduous cultivation and finally broke through to the fourth realm.

With a long howl.

"A century of humiliation, now I am determined to reclaim my dignity!"

A purple divine light shot into the sky.

The Zhuyou tribe was originally extremely obese, but now, after refining essential oils, they are all slender, their bodies boiling like internal combustion engines.

Refining them greatly increased their combat power.

The heart is more like a car engine, igniting the essence of the gods and blood, resulting in astonishing combat power.

Ying Qing, now slightly thin, transformed into an incomparably powerful purple zombie, ascending step by step into the sky, walking through the void, and stepping into the Kingdom of Witchcraft.

“Witch God, you call yourself the God of Death, command millions of underworld officials, summon souls and claim lives, and arbitrarily lock the lifespan of all people in the world.”

"Today, I will surely kill you!"

"Let everyone in this world be free!"

Ying Qing's face was cold, and his aura was boiling.

Upon seeing this scene, the shaman was extremely surprised: "The Zhuyou lineage truly lives up to its reputation as a great clan in its heyday. After a century of decline, it has secretly returned to its peak."

Even he couldn't believe that the other party had changed like this.

"One war will suffice."

"If I could beat you back then, I can do it now too."

Without further ado, the two sides began to fight.

The two transformed into two streaks of light, and as fourth-tier experts, they already possessed the terrifying power of the early fifth-tier level.

They soared into the clouds, as if they controlled the power of heaven and earth.

As they fought, mountains shattered, rivers dried up, and valleys were filled in.

Ying Qing, the newcomer, was only at the early stage of the fourth rank, nine realms below him, yet he managed to fight his opponent to a standstill by virtue of his superior strength.

Three days later, both sides suffered heavy losses.

The shaman, having returned to his ancestral land, reaped a great deal of lifespan from the people to heal their wounds.

Ying Qing also returned to the Kingdom of Witchcraft and began to absorb the life essence of other tribesmen to quickly recover from his injuries.

As the shaman healed his wounds, he thought with apprehension, "If we fight again, I won't have a chance to win."

The zombies are too restrained.

He is now at the peak of the fourth rank, and without breaking through to the fifth rank, it is impossible for him to win.

His opponent is only at the early stage of the fourth rank. If he advances a few more minor realms, he will probably be completely at a disadvantage next time.

The next battle.

The shamans and sorcerers had completely lost their confidence.

“God, we have a way to overcome this.”

"what way?"

"The first Zhuyou god was discovered by the underworld officials to be hiding in a small country, where he continued his debauchery and pleasure-seeking."

Upon hearing this, the shaman couldn't help but show a look of disdain.

They can only bully ordinary humans.

The minister continued, "We can send him into the enemy's palace to help us steal the divine artifact. He is born with a powerful affinity for incantations."

"With some of our inside agents and an ambush, this matter can be accomplished."

The shaman frowned slightly, somewhat disdainful of doing such a sordid thing.

He was proud; he was born a saint and looked down on everyone, including his parents.

And now, they're making him do such a despicable thing?
However, more than doing this despicable thing, his pride made him afraid of losing.

He devoted his life to cultivation and used any means necessary to become stronger, yet he was about to lose to a mere junior?
impossible!
A crushing defeat shatters pride.

A despicable victory will shatter pride.

So, he chose to win.

"That's how it's arranged!" he said coldly.

Three days later, at nightfall, the divine object was stolen.

"It's not what I wanted, they just threatened me."

The first Zhuyou god, You, trembled like this.

Under the other party's arrangement, while the other party was healing, they used the connection with the divine object to approach silently and steal the divine object.

That night, a furious voice was heard.

"It's you! Yu!"

"damn it!"

"Help!"

Voices came one after another.

Ying Qing watched as the other party was escorted away by a group of enemies, her lips trembling with anger, but she still comforted everyone:
"I still have a large amount of Zhuyou divine power within me. After I heal my injuries, I can continue the battle."

"Once we defeat the opponent, we will have plenty of time to retrieve the incantation artifact."

However, the entire tribe was filled with grief and despair.

The previous generation's god Qiu and his wife Wan, this loving couple, looked at their son and sighed deeply:

"What should we do?"

He was the first guardian of the God of Healing, and unexpectedly obtained a divine object during the fire that destroyed the Jiuli Palace.

He knew better than anyone that Yu was cruel, evil, and cowardly.

Unexpectedly, their gods have once again betrayed their hardworking and dedicated people.

A wise man follows the same old ways, but a fool's quick thinking is better.

Time just kept flowing by.

The next decisive battle has arrived as scheduled.

"kill!"

Two figures began to fight.

Click.

Oilfields are heavily polluted, and the city is a heavy industrial city.

In a room, Liu Chang slowly opened his eyes.

The spirit world is like injecting a portion of your consciousness into a virtual state; it doesn't affect your daily life in reality, and both can be done simultaneously.

He laughed heartily: "I got it back! I got the divine object back! It's back in my hands! I really am a super genius!"

The last time the divine object was lost, he planned to enter the spirit world to retrieve it.

It was achieved so easily.

And you can easily reclaim the divine object without having to abstain from sex.

Although it was a little different from what I had imagined, success is success.

The strong don't care about the process, they only care about the result!
"That wasn't me in the dream; I'm not that despicable in reality!" Liu Chang exclaimed, overjoyed, holding the divine object in his hand.

Bang!
Just then, the door was suddenly smashed open.

Suddenly, a large group of workers squeezed into the doorway. The one in the lead, a kind-looking, square-faced worker, was furious.

"You bastards, give my son's sacred object back right now!" he roared. His son was fighting valiantly and was on the verge of death; there was no time to lose. As the lead worker roared, the others joined in the shouting:

"You bastard, I've put up with you for a long time."

Snapped!
A slap came down.

Liu Chang's face was badly swollen from the beating, but he wasn't angry. A slight smirk appeared on his lips as he sneered, "You know you're here."

Snapped!
Another slap came.

"What kind of leader are you, always doing the opposite!"

"Take back his divine artifact, then return to the Spirit Realm and quickly deliver it to our King!"

Liu Chang was furious: "That's just a fictional world! You're all insane! I'm your leader! I'm going to lead you all to fight against the company and build our own pantheon!"

Bang!
"You?" A group of people swarmed forward.

"How dare you! This god should teach you a lesson!" Liu Chang began to unleash his powerful battle prowess.

"I will show you the difference between mortals and gods!"

"Divine might cannot be dishonored!!"

Unfortunately, he discovered a terrible truth.

He can't beat these guys.

Because these guys in front of us have already gone through the second iteration of the cultivation method.

He went from being an obese, greasy fat man to a skinny, zombie-like figure.

The other party updated the cultivation version, while he, because he was indulging in pleasure outside, didn't even bother to look at the zombie technique when stealing divine objects.

"The me inside that's a complete waste! You should learn some of the techniques inside!"

Thinking of this, Liu Chang couldn't help but curse himself:
"If I had gone there myself, I would never have become such a useless piece of trash."

But as he was thinking this, he was completely ganged up on and the divine object was stolen.

Liu Chang was so angry that he completely lost his composure:
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! You bastards, you can't beat me in the spirit world, so you resort to underhanded tactics?"

"You guys can't take a game!"

"Is this really me offline? If I can't win in-game, I'll just steal my legendary item offline?"

He kept cursing.

"Quickly return the sacred object to our child, he is still fighting!" Next to him was a female worker, Wan, who was Yingqing's mother inside.

The two Sinotruk workers had a child in the spirit world and clearly felt that the other was real.

Pity the parents of the world.

They've been parents in that world for a lifetime, and they've already poured their emotions into it.

"Quickly save our son!" After saying this, led by a group of fellow workers, they sent the sacred object back to the spirit world.

Through repeated united struggles in the spirit world.

These people from the Zhuyou clan, along with the workers in various tourist cities, also established deep friendships.

"Brothers, we are the great working class!"

"If we stand together, we will definitely win this battle!"

They are able to work in the most tiring places here because they are generally simple, honest, and hardworking.

They've discovered it now too.

This outsider, Liu Chang, is a typical heretical scholar, completely different from them.

Spirit world.

A bloody battle is breaking out.

The shaman made his move again and again, his expression icy: "Ying Qing, you are already going to lose, there's no need to persist any longer."

Ying Qing suffered repeated defeats.

He had the upper hand at the start of the battle, but his opponent kept stalling for time, depleting his divine power.

However, he had nowhere to replenish his divine power, which led to his gradual decline and death.

The sacred object has been stolen.

He regretted not being more vigilant.

He hated himself even more for being weak and not being able to fully integrate with the divine object and enter his body, so that he wouldn't have to worry about the divine object being stolen.

"Damn it, am I going to fall here?" Ying Qing's expression became dazed, and suddenly she heard her father's angry roar in the distance.

"Catch, child!"

Immediately afterwards, a divine object was delivered and reintegrated into the body.

The shaman was instantly enraged, "How did you do that? I clearly hid that guy at the ends of the earth!"

Ying Qing's father, Qiu, didn't know how he obtained the divine object; it just happened suddenly.

"This is the chosen one!" Qiu shouted.

The shaman's expression changed slightly, and the next moment he stopped talking and turned to run away.

He knew he could no longer win.

But in that instant of running, he felt something shatter within him—his proud Dao heart.

"Won!"

"Won!"

The Zhuyou tribe shouted.

Their era has begun anew.

Three days later, the first tyrant of the kingdom, Yu, was also captured again and made to kneel in the palace.

On the throne, Ying Qing looked at the other party, who frowned slightly, without resentment or anger. After a moment's thought, he sighed deeply.

"Two born gods, each possessing two incredible divine gifts from birth."

"But as it turns out, those who believed in them all met with bad ends."

"The god of incantation is greedy and lustful; the god of witchcraft is murderous and soul-stealing."

"They have truly disappointed us! God is unworthy to lead the people of the earth! From this day forward, we, the people of the earth, will no longer believe in God!"

Having said that, to express his firm resolve, he tossed the incantation object to You.

You were overjoyed: "You've finally realized that I am the chosen god, and you should return the divine object to me."

Ying Qing shook his head: "I'm not returning it to you, I'm going to fuse you with the divine object!"

"You possess perfect affinity with divine objects, which is the perfect opportunity to harness your power and control divine objects!"

Yu looked horrified, but he had no choice in the matter.

The next moment, he was refined into a divine object, eternally trapped in a drop of oily, shiny liquid.

Ying Qing's eyes were icy as she swallowed the drop of divine substance in one gulp:
"From now on, each new leader must swallow the first king, Yu."

From then on, this became the norm.

And each generation of kings ate You.

This is something that every generation of leaders must do.

You, this deity, is the first symbol of the Zhuyou tribe!
Eating yu symbolizes the determination of people in later generations to defeat the gods!
And at this time.

Ying Qing gazed thoughtfully at the sky.
"Why did the divine object suddenly return during that battle? How could Father not remember how the divine object came to be?"

"I feel that this world is too mysterious."

This dashing zombie emperor, with his extraordinary talent and ambition, vaguely sensed something.

"Is there another world beyond this world?"

"From where do we get outside?"

Rehe City, Cangwu Tree.

"As expected, those two hosts of the divine objects were useless; modern society has ruined them."

It still requires the efforts of the simple natives of the spirit world to drive the development of the pantheon of divine beings!

"A great start indeed. I reckon this will greatly improve the fifth-order system." Liu Jun opened his eyes and looked at the monitoring screen of the oilfield across the street with great interest.

In the city, a group of workers surrounded Liu Chang and beat him severely.

"Gah! You little blob, you deserve to go somewhere. Now I'm going to flush you down the toilet!"

"Brothers, don't let him have his fun! There's gutter oil in the toilet drain!"

"Brothers, don't let him get away with this! Let's start eating Yu too! Let's refine him in reality and eat him up as well!"

"Treat him as our family heirloom!"

"Yes, we will be a divine and demonic race born from a divine object, and it will be our symbol, accompanying us in our conquest of various corporations!"

"Brothers, stop fighting! Let me throw a few punches to vent my anger!"

Liu Jun looked at the secret surveillance footage with a strange expression.

This ending felt unexpectedly bittersweet, and I suddenly felt inexplicably relieved.

(End of this chapter)