Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 92 The Rise of Mysticism and the Appearance of Word Magic Masters
How did you find me?

New Bal's figure gradually became visible. "My Light Sky Technique conceals me with the sunlight. Even if you scan with your mind, you shouldn't be able to detect me easily."

Liu Jun had not yet spoken.

Beside him, the chattering copper kettle floated in mid-air, watering the flowers while shouting, "Hahaha! Of course, it's my brother who found you!"

"Who is your brother?" Xinbaer asked curiously.

“My brother, of course it’s the water in my copper pot.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a white cloud in the sky slowly gathered, turned into mist and water, and gently returned to the bronze pot.

"The white cloud came to life?" Xinbaer was dumbfounded. It even turned into water and returned to the copper pot.

This is too outrageous.

What kind of magic is this?
His eyes gleamed, a barely perceptible glint of greed flashing within them.

This shouldn't be called mystical magic; it should be called life magic!
He was traveling around looking for a way to survive when he happened to pass through Green Shade Territory and heard about a mysterious little sect there.

Out of curiosity, I quietly came over.

As a result, they immediately discovered the mysterious host of another treasure from back then!

The mysterious object, which had been missing for a long time and was the subject of much speculation and discussion, was unexpectedly hiding here.

And what's going on in this courtyard?

That's so bizarre!

The knives, forks, and plates can all talk, and the little grasses are singing.

Big opportunity!
It was an absolutely incredible opportunity.

“I never would have thought that a normal hero who obtains a divine artifact would establish a power base and become the founder of a new school of magic in a new era,” New Bal sighed. “Instead, you’ve hidden yourself away in a small town as a nobleman.”

"You're not going to kill me?" Liu Jun suddenly asked.

Why would I kill you?

Newbar said:
"The power of this divine object is terrifying; it feels like a catastrophe. Only if you survive can this power be sealed."

"We will even go to any lengths to protect you and keep you alive."

“Killing you will do us no good. I can only integrate a portion of the divine artifact; having more power would be useless.”

Xinbaer gently lifted the copper kettle and examined its opening with his eyes.

Phew!

Water suddenly gushed out.

Xinbaer gently tilted his head to dodge the water, and laughed, "Hey, little cloud, you can't hit me."

"Brother, don't be afraid, I'll help you beat him up." The copper pot was furious. With a surge of mental energy, the lid of the copper pot suddenly flew up and smashed hard on the other party's head.

"Sigh, I can't even hit the small copper pot."

Xinbal turned his head and laughed heartily, "You guys are so cute."

Liu Jun had already figured it out; the outside world was praising this Angel Emperor for being so fair.

Actually, he's a nagging, gossipy person who deserves a beating.

I heard that on the battlefield, he was said to have the power of an angel comparable to dragon breath, and often clashed with dragons with his breath. It turns out it's true.

The only difference is the spraying method.

Of course, while the other party may appear to be teasing his little pet, they are actually testing his strength.

After playing for a while, a deeper look of surprise gradually appeared in Xinbaer's eyes, and he kept muttering to himself:
"Strange, your power is bizarre, truly bizarre."

"Among all the known divine objects, there seems to be none more bizarre than this power; it's like intelligence, life, water, earth, or wood."

"They all seem to be somewhat related?"

He pondered for a moment:
“I’ve taken a liking to this occult practice. I believe it can heal me, and I plan to promote its power and use it within the Holy Empire.”

"Furthermore, how about we bestow upon you the title of First-Class Grand Duke? In my Angel Dynasty, the title is hereditary. As long as my dynasty stands, you will forever remain a Grand Duke."

Liu Jun said, "That was truly decisive."

“My time is running out,” New Barth said. “This trip has truly been a turning point in my life; the great hero Ganesha is watching over me!”

"I have a feeling that the Grand Duke's system is the key to my survival."

In New Bar's eyes, the other party is a natural host.

A person with 100% magical affinity.

In other words, he doesn't have the same side effects as me!
The other party has ample time to attempt to become a god, and their probability of success is much, much greater than his.

This made Newbar very jealous.

The innate compatibility between divine objects is extremely important!

But he also understood that befriending them was the best option.

After all, if you snatch the other party's divine object, you won't have the compatibility with it, and it might even cause a terrifying disaster like the "Catastrophe of Wisdom" to break out due to loss of control.

It's better to befriend them.

If I die, a new guardian can emerge in the Holy Empire.

His plan was very well executed.

Since someone was helping him promote the mysterious magic, Liu Jun did not refuse and chose to return to the dynasty with Xinbaer.

He originally planned to start popularizing his magic after taking in a group of disciples and completing the basic techniques.

Now, the disciples of Green Shade have been taught enough to serve as first-generation disciples and can help spread the teachings everywhere.

Three days later.

The royal city of the Holy Empire.

Liu Jun moved into a larger aristocratic estate.

New Bar began hastily promoting the mysterious magic.

A piece of news spread throughout the world.

A new divine object has opened up the world of mysticism!
The world was in an uproar, and even the neighboring Dragon Court was envious.

"What? They've sided with the Angels?" "Their race is the Angels, their own race. How could they possibly side with us dragons!"

"Why don't divine objects descend upon us dragons?"

"Our people are too few in number, so the probability of them becoming hosts of divine objects is that angels are more likely to be the hosts."

"Alas, the larger the size and the stronger the individual strength, the more difficult it is to reproduce. Even though we dragons are good at reproduction, our numbers are still not as many as those of angels."

"Our reproduction rate is much better than that of the Titans next door."

"Assassinate! We must assassinate him and retrieve the divine artifact!"

At that moment, the dragons realized their own shortcomings.

Quality is not important.

The sheer number is what truly makes the earth the main character!
They are numerous, occupy a large area, and are prone to producing sacred bodies.

Even when divine beings descend, they will most likely choose the race with the largest number of them.

Conversely, the fewer the number of advanced races, the lower their margin for error, and the faster they become extinct!

"Damn it."

After realizing this, Alexstrasza, the Dragon Queen, felt that her race was about to be eliminated by the times.
"Where does the future lie for our dragon race?"

"The era of creation is over, and we have no way to change our shortcomings."

"No, the mystical arts. Their mysterious potions seem to possess various unique abilities; there must be a potion that accelerates reproduction!"

He became even more determined to seize this divine object.

Unfortunately, he also suffered internal injuries in the battle when he seized the Earth God's artifact.

Its life force was already depleted due to the [magical affinity], and it was not long for this world to end.

"I will seize this divine artifact in my lifetime!"

In her later years, Alexstrasza chose to wage war once again, to fight her lifelong rival to the death.

The Butterfly Clan, 671.

A new great war has begun.

The Holy Empire was on high alert, with the entire population mobilized for war.

"It's crazy."

In the sanctuary, New Bar said to his ministers, "We discovered that stupid dragon long ago; he's brainless and short-sighted!"

"Doesn't he know how terrifying the power of this divine artifact is? With the mysterious god killed and no one left to guard this power, a terrifying cataclysmic disaster is about to descend. Can his dragon race escape it?"

"Since the beginning of our history, we have been fighting against divine beings. The essence of the world is despair!"

"Our peace and happiness seem to be built on the sacrifices of our predecessors in one disaster after another, and also on a great deal of luck."

"He's about to unleash a new disaster! He's shattering the Pandora's Box that seals [mystery], he's going to attack our mysterious god, what do you say we should do?"

The angels below were filled with fervor:
"war!"

"Kill that old dragon!"

"We've increased the reproduction rate of our people over the years, and their dragon population is now less than one percent of ours. With such a small population, what kind of highly intelligent people can they produce? If that dragon king were here, he wouldn't even be fit for the Holy Temple. His brains are only good for making a minor general on the battlefield!"

"Hahaha, they're individually strong, but not very bright, that's how it is!"

"Protect the mysterious god!"

"rush!"

The war has begun.

The war on the front lines was devastating.

Mysticism and magic have shattered the balance between the two races on Earth.

Liu Jun survived more than thirty assassination attempts at the manor.

"Protect Grand Duke Livy!"

"For the glory of the angels!"

"Slay these savage dragons!"

Liu Jun's noble manor was protected like an iron barrel by a group of devout and brave war angels, layer upon layer.

They even risked their lives to block assassination attempts.

Seeing this, Liu Jun felt somewhat helpless. "Are they treating me like a crystal in a tower defense game, protecting me?"

How many times has this happened?

However, Liu Jun also remarked that the angels still possessed the spirit of the butterfly race.

They are not afraid of death; they have the determination of moths drawn to a flame.

Time passed by, second by second.

More than ten years later.

This world war has even drawn in other reclusive races.

Meanwhile, the occult was also developing vigorously, giving rise to various powerful occult magicians.

They inherited some of the magical power of the divine object.

But the people on earth prefer to call them witches, prophets, sorcerers, wizards.

They possess a mysterious power.

Some powerful witches even have talking brooms in their homes, and use potted plants and stone statues at their doorsteps to protect their manor!
Their home was filled with all sorts of strange and absurd things, and riddled with traps.

They were obsessed with all sorts of pioneering experiments, cultivating all sorts of unique potions.

Ignoring the outside struggles, Liu Jun made a fortune after establishing the "Church of Mysticism" and spreading its influence.

"The foundation of mysticism has been laid firmly."

Liu Jun was very satisfied with this. "When I have the people help me study this power and extract 100% of it into my body, I will definitely undergo a qualitative change."

"There is even a chance to become a true creator god."

(End of this chapter)