Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 70 The Immortal God: It's been many years, how have you been?
If I hadn't appeared, Xu Changsheng would have been the true protagonist of the immortality storyline!

The school beauty breaks off her engagement, the school is humiliated, the college entrance exam takes off, and major companies are beaten up.

Years ago, I planted a flower in a certain place, and now it has become a rare and precious treasure.

Later, I saved a child in a certain place, and he later became a god in that place.

It's a direct hit to the max.

If that's all there is to it, then it's nothing.

But beneath the book was a row of brand-new annotations.

[Code name: Zhou people, originally traced back to the Zhou Dynasty, spanning various dynasties, with a mysterious origin.]

[He once preached in India, naming deities such as Agni and Varuna. At first, he didn't think much of it, until he saw the figures of the Zhou people in those books, who seemed to have been granted immortality by a god of longevity.]

The birth dates of the Zhou people have been overturned; their origins must be traced back to an even earlier period.

It was accompanied by a picture.

That was a top-secret passage that was deleted beforehand from the book "The Wisdom Disaster," and it's a confidential information that won't be made public.

A majestic figure wearing a butterfly crown, adorned in magnificent feathered robes, surrounded by wisps of silk that transformed into currents of air, seemed to be the creator of countless lives and the eternal ruler of time.

He reached out a hand and gently stroked the head of an insect.

"Good job, little guy."

"Since he is the first saint born in this era, then I will bestow a blessing upon him."

"I grant you immortality."

The scene seemed to freeze in that instant, becoming an eternal scroll of ancient history.

A sage touched my head and bestowed upon me immortality through a knotted rope.

The Zhou people were once friends with the gods of the ancient butterfly tribe. When they spread their teachings in the Native Americans during human times, they missed their old friends and thus adopted the names of those Native American deities, leaving behind the myths and legends of the butterfly tribe in the Native Americans.

Rebel against Tiangang?

Liu Jun was stunned when he saw this.

After Xu Changsheng helped the Elephant God conquer the world and ruled over the giants, he became very enthusiastic and began to name the giants, such as Agni and Varuna.
It's probably the subconscious mind playing tricks on me in my dream.

He was born thousands of years ago, before the Indians came to have the name of this group of "Jurassic" giants.

But now, the Heavenly Generals have been turned upside down?
They think it's Xu Changsheng, reminiscing about the past?
However, Liu Jun didn't care about this.

It's just a name.

[Moreover, the Zhou people were likely also connected to historical myths from other regions, and they had a profound interaction with the god of immortality.]

At this moment, he is likely secretly working with his old friend, the King of Angels.

Furthermore, they used the butterfly script for naming, suggesting that the gods might have different names in different mythologies. Elephants exist as gods in various mythologies, and the male and female myths have both Western and Eastern names, perhaps corresponding to the archetypes of Nuwa and Fuxi.

The myth of the Butterfly Clan may actually be an ancient myth predating human civilization, which was simply adapted into various new stories in later human history.

Their reasoning was interesting, and their guesses about Xu Changsheng were somewhat outlandish.

Liu Jun simply smiled, not giving it much thought.

"They care about names and essentially want to seek legitimacy in the mythology of their own race."

Why should I bother with them?

He gently turned the pages of the history book, his perspective broadening, his expression serene.
"If I so desire, all sorts of new divine objects will descend in the future, converging into various laws and orders. I can create whatever civilization and mythology I want—whether it's fantasy, martial arts, or Western fantasy."

"The Butterfly Clan is merely the beginning of the story of the Amber Swallowtail Butterfly."

"It is only one of the three basic intelligent brains, but now there are three fairy tales about it."

With a smile, he gently flipped through the book with his fingertips, then looked at other materials.

The books here are very comprehensive.

Information about major companies, powerful figures, and influential individuals, as well as the world's elite circles, is being opened to Liu Jun.

He even saw
The division and hierarchy of the wise gods.

The fourth rank is very difficult; it is usually only easy for saints to break through, and the difference in combat power at this level is also extremely large.

Furthermore, they possess genuine suppressive-level combat power.

Level five!

Only when both the soul and body reach the fourth level of perfection can one advance to the fifth level.

Unable to find a way to cultivate their physical bodies, they created mechanical prosthetic bodies and used fourth-tier mechs as their physical forms.

but.

The number of those at the fourth level of perfection is relatively small.

For example, Re Li, the fourth-order Electric Realm Saint who is in charge of this city, has not reached the fourth-order perfection and has no chance of wearing a mecha and stepping into that mysterious fifth-order realm.

"I don't think the fourth-tier can sense me, but the fifth-tier should be able to catch me. I still can't let my guard down," Liu Jun pondered.

"Disappearing without a trace and achieving immortality are my greatest trump cards for survival. Otherwise, how could a mere third-tier cultivator like me dare to act so recklessly here and take this dark path?"

Of course, it was also because they were about to starve to death that they came looking for energy.

The temple is definitely not a place that ordinary people can enter, and the King of Angels would absolutely not allow the installation of surveillance cameras.

and so.

For someone like me who has disappeared without a trace, coming here is actually the best choice, since there is a large stockpile of high-quality supplies here, so you can get everything you need in one go.

Furthermore, the mushroom soup is also a trump card; even if something unexpected happens and you encounter an enemy, you can hide in the mushroom soup.

at this time.

He absorbed information like a sponge.

As a high school student living in an information cocoon, my understanding of the world is superficial.

Now, he has a basic understanding of the general framework of the world.

This land is vast!
the other side.

The King of Angels did not reveal his true form, but instead sent out a wisp of his consciousness to control an angelic body, which descended from afar and busied itself with repair work in the tree.

Hot Carp was so busy he barely had time to rest, chasing after those despicable evil sects.

She suffered considerable losses that night, which made her very angry.

"It's almost finished being repaired here."

He kept thinking, standing on the huge branches of the tree, looking at the enormous ancient tree with a sense of nostalgia.

Back then, the area beneath the tree was the ancestral home of the butterfly clan.

Today, the area under the tree is Rehe City.

He gazed silently at the rain-soaked landscape, a sense of melancholy filling his heart.

Ugh.

After letting out a long sigh, he turned around and looked at the temple behind him.

Everything is the same as it was back then.

But what's the use?
It's just similar; the butterfly race inside is actually long gone.

We have disappeared.

All that remains is history, and those surviving books of mythology for people to read.

He stroked the angel patterns on the temple gate with a touch of sadness, and murmured, "I remember, the Angel Gate was built by the Butterfly Clan because of our achievements."

Squeak.

He gently pushed the door open.

The next moment, he looked dazed, and his eyes unconsciously welled up with tears.

"you"

He was a refined and gentle young man, dressed casually, quietly reclining on a flower bud reading a book, as if he had blended into nature, a scene as beautiful as a painting.

He blended into his surroundings, into the natural world, as if he had disappeared into the universe.

It was as if no divine sense or sense of smell could detect it.

If it weren't for the fact that it was out of sight, you wouldn't be able to spot him at all; he'd always been there.

With just one glance, the angel emperor recognized who it was from that aura.

On the flower bud, the figure suddenly raised its head and said gently, "You've come."

After an entire era of change, Chong Shisan heard that familiar voice that haunted his dreams once again.

Even after countless years, the voice remained unchanged, exuding youthful vigor and a calm, serene quality.

"It's been so many years, how have you been?"

That leisurely and serene tone made it seem as if tens of millions of years were just a fleeting moment, insignificant.

The King of Angels' eyes reddened slightly, his heart filled with complex emotions.

She couldn't help but step forward, stopping in front of the flower bud, making a bow with her hands, kneeling on one knee, about to offer it.

But a hand gently blocked his way, while the other hand took the bow he offered, which floated slowly in its palm.

"Insect Thirteen."

"The year we first met in the butterfly-cage carriage, you little bug and your mother threw the bows into the sky together."

"Now that a generation has passed, your bow-tying skills have only gotten better and better."

(End of this chapter)