Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 93 The Outbreak of the Wind Disaster, World in Peril

Apprentices of mystical magic are not skilled in combat, so they are not required to go to the front lines.

As logistics personnel, they researched various special plants and developed various potions, such as the Spirit Enhancement Potion, Nightmare Potion, and Fiery Red Potion.

On the battlefield, the angels' fighting power gradually surpassed that of the dragons.

The Butterfly Clan, 689.

The increasingly weary and aged New Bar entered the Grand Duke's mansion.

"These are my son and daughter."

He had two children with him:

"Most of my thirty-odd children have died. I hope you can teach them mystical magic."

Liu Jun looked at the two trembling little round angels and did not refuse.

soon.

The two of them sat down to drink and chat.

Over the years, his relationship with New Bar has gradually improved.

The other person has a very outgoing personality and loves to joke around.

The angel emperor treated him very well.

They were practically free from want, with an unlimited supply of resources, and they even helped establish mysterious guilds in various cities throughout the Holy Empire.

Even his sons sacrificed themselves to protect the Grand Duke's mansion.

It could be said that Grand Duke Livy still owes him many favors.

Newbar said:

"I feel like my life is about to come to an end. I plan to lure the enemy in and kill that dragon king completely."

"Furthermore, we will seize the [Wind God's Artifact] and utterly destroy the very foundation of their race!"

Liu Jun chatted with him for a while, then saw him off.

His gaze fell on the two children. "What are your names?"

Angel said, "My name is Rex."

Angel said, "My name is Rella."

Liu Jun smiled and said, "From now on, you'll all be following me."

"Yes!"

They were filled with anticipation, "We've heard that you are the most mysterious and powerful chief archmage of the empire on this land!"

They are two of New Bar's many children who have an affinity for mystical magic.

Their cultivation aptitude was quite good, and Liu Jun only taught them occasionally.

of course.

More often than not, it's that gossipy Pandora's box, pontificating about everything:
"The Joy Grass here needs to be planted like this. They have to dance and sing every day to increase its medicinal efficacy and grow grass tips so that it can be used in medicine!"

"The stinky mud here needs to be fermented every three days."

Amidst the chaos and confusion, they embarked on their spiritual journey.

Every night, the two little angels play and frolic with the creatures in the yard, playing the roles of angels fighting dragons, and they have a lot of fun.

Liu Jun didn't care.

Occasionally, he would step out of his room to observe the changes in the capital.

Rex: "Master, these are special pearls purchased from the Sirens. They call them crystal balls, and they can test [magical affinity] and observe a mage's talent!"

The times are progressing rapidly, and methods for testing qualifications have emerged.

Rella: "Master, Master, let's go eat over there. The food there is made with fragrant potions, it's delicious!"

Rex: "I don't want to eat it! A true hero must endure hardship to defeat the dragon!"

Rella: "Then you can just watch us eat!"

Rex's face darkened: "No! I, I want to eat too!"

Liu Jun wasn't a shut-in; he would occasionally go out for a stroll before continuing his research into his mysterious magic.

His time was very tight.

Before achieving 100% again, I need to thoroughly understand this talent so that I can extract its power!

He went into seclusion to cultivate his spiritual practice.

He went into seclusion to cultivate his spiritual practice.

This is his daily routine.

The war between angels and dragons had little to do with him.

When he obtained this ultimate talent, he felt like he was back in reality and about to become invincible.

This thing is so versatile!
The Butterfly Clan, 691.

News finally came from the front.

"Won!"

New Baal, bathed in dragon blood, led his powerful warriors in a successful ambush of the dragon king Alexstrasza, utterly slaying him.

On the earth, new myths and legends are born!

A dragon-slaying hero has appeared.

This pair of arch-rivals also brought an end to their lifelong battle.

However, before Alexstrasza died, to prevent the wind artifact from being taken away, she used her last breath to cast a curse:
"I want a raging storm to strike the earth, destroy this land, and wipe out all living beings!"

He ignited life, propelled the storm, and a terrible disaster ensued.

After the calamity of wisdom comes the calamity of the storm.

A new cataclysmic crisis has been born.

The Butterfly Clan, 695.

A terrifying typhoon began to rage.

Mushroom spores, known as "wind poison," infect life everywhere in the air.

Overnight, a fierce wind raged, taking on two forms.

During the windy season, strong winds will sweep up large amounts of wind poison, invading the city and flooding the mouths and noses of the people.

During the quiet period, after the wind stops, all infected life forms begin to continuously inhale and exhale the breeze of nature, treating themselves like balloons to store wind energy.

During this period, infected life forms automatically absorb all natural wind energy, becoming unable to speak, as if they have become a "mute city".

When the infected life forms have stored enough wind energy, they will explode completely, forming a scarlet whirlwind of flesh and spores that will continue to blow to the next piece of land.

This is the terrifying thing about fungal viruses!
The entire Holy Empire was on edge.

"A typhoon has arrived."

"If this disaster is not stopped, it may be no less severe than the calamity of wisdom in the past."

"This isn't a living creature, how are we supposed to defend ourselves?"

"We must find a way to contain their spread!"

"In what way?"

"A wind wall created by a wind mage only requires the mobilization of 30,000 wind mages."

"Fool! That divine object is the source of the wind itself. Nothing can imprison the free wind!"

"Then we're doomed!"

Countless wise men and scholars have analyzed the situation, but unfortunately, none of them have found a solution.

The wind is free.

Even with their powerful methods, they were powerless to stop them.

Xinbaer also led a team to intercept them, but they were unable to stop the invisible wind and regain control of the source of this divine object.

one year later.

The battle grew increasingly fierce, and everywhere they went became a "silent place," where the people could not make a sound, and all tremors seemed to disappear.

New Barr's arrival was not as easy as it had been in the past. He said, "I'm taking Rella and Rex to the front lines to fight off the disaster!"

"If I succeed, I will be the next Elephant, having overcome the disaster and been written into the mythical epic of history!"

"I will defeat the [Calamity of the Gale] and become a new epic myth."

Liu Jun watched him leave: "I wish you become the next Elephant Monk!"

Two weeks later, news came that he had not won this time; he had been seriously wounded and was on the verge of death in that battle.

"To the sea!"

"I am dying," said the heavily wounded New Barr.

Inside the Grand Duke's mansion, Liu Jun quietly looked at the once dashing and spirited Angel Emperor and sighed helplessly.

He only considered them ordinary friends; the other person hadn't truly entered his heart.

But ultimately, I still have mixed feelings.

The two children beside him burst into tears: "Father, you are a true hero. If it weren't for you, none of us would have come back!"

"No, it's all my fault."

Newbal sighed, "I actually had control over the Wind God for a fleeting moment when I killed the Dragon King, but I hesitated."

"I was thinking that releasing this typhoon might be a good thing."

The words fell.

All the angels were stunned.

Anger, shock, despair, and pain filled the air as all the people looked upon this once upright and courageous hero emperor.

Rex suddenly roared, "Father, have you gone mad? So you did this on purpose?"

"This land is so peaceful," said Xinbaer. "It feels like only a few hundred years have passed. They have forgotten the suffering of the time of Elephant Dhomo and only remember the glory of the past."

"Without suffering, where does glory come from?"

"You must know that our world is utterly hopeless, and every so often, divine trials will descend upon us."

"I have always had a kind of fear in my heart."

Liu Jun fed him a vial of medicine. "What are you afraid of?"

"Fear of civilization's destruction," said Newbar.
"After seeing the magical artifact, I've been thinking every night, what would happen if this power went out of control instead of being controlled by you?"

He looked at the Grand Master Li Wei, a deep sense of fear showing through his eyes.

It was precisely because he was so intelligent that he saw the terrifying nature of the "mysterious disaster" going berserk.

So he went mad, determined to bring the great magician Levi into the imperial city at all costs, and protected him with layers upon layers of security.

Even during the dragon assassination attempt, he sacrificed his beloved son to protect the Grand Duke's mansion from invasion.

Even his most beloved wife and children could die.

Only Li Wei cannot die.

Each time he visited the Duke's mansion, his feelings were complex; he harbored some hatred for Li Wei, yet knew that the matter was not his fault.

That foolish, stupid dragon, without ever experiencing it firsthand, had no idea how terrifying this "mystery" was, and was actually unafraid of unleashing a world-ending crisis!
That's a mystery.

Mysterious, as if it possesses infinite powers!

"I've been thinking about it."

On his deathbed, in a daze, the old man whispered:
"This time, the [mystery] that descended was so terrifying, thankfully it didn't go berserk."

"What about the next Trial of the Gods? And the one after that? Perhaps even more terrifying divine artifacts will appear. Luck will never always favor our angel race!"

His hunched figure, at this moment, seemed to have regained the decisive and ruthless nature of his youth.
"I have to do something."

“I killed that short-sighted, foolish dragon who had been trying to assassinate Grand Duke Livy. I must take him with me before I die, so he can keep me company.”

"When I saw the Wind God, I hesitated, but I chose to release it."

He revealed a hint of ruthlessness and cruelty.

“I want to awaken their fear of the trials of God, but this fear must not be too great.”

"Therefore, I chose the most well-known wind artifact on earth, which countless wind mages know about, so it will not cause too much disaster."

"I still have ambitions!"

His eyes gleamed with a morbid madness, like that of a gambler driven to desperation.

"Before I die, I not only want to become a dragon-slaying hero, but also to personally witness the legendary calamity of the gods. If I can defeat the calamity of the whirlwind before I die, I can be comparable to Elephant Dhoma defeating the calamity of wisdom."

"If we can't win, let's leave the solution to the disaster to future generations."

Unfortunately, he lost.

He was confident that the wind was the easiest thing to deal with, but when he actually faced it, he found that it was terrifying.

Unlike the god Elephant Dhamma, who found a solution to the wind disaster, he was ultimately not a god of profound and powerful knowledge.

Rella cried out in despair:

“But are you really right? This disaster is already too great. You are about to die. Uncle Hillman was also infected by the storm while protecting the people’s retreat and exploded in agony. In just a few months, we have lost more than 3000 million of our people. They have been lost in silence.”

"They wanted to let out a desperate wail, but they couldn't even make a sound. They had children, parents, lovers, and their own dreams, but they were all dead! Dead because of you, their king."

Beside her, a witch disciple from the Green Shade Territory also shouted:

"You madman! Greenfield is gone, my family, my friends, they're all dead! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!!"

They were all cursing.

"If we don't do this, even more people will die in the future."

New Barth shouted, "If we can't even win this familiar Trial of the Wind, then it's better to end the world sooner rather than later."

"Disaster is suffering, but it is also growth."

"After the Tribulation of Wisdom, we faced two more trials from the gods, yet we were fortunate enough to pass both times. This seems like a good thing, but is it really?"

"Two byes meant no opportunity for growth or learning."

"When true terror descends, we may have no choice but to wait for death."

Therefore, others created the test.

Rella and Rex looked on in disbelief, thinking their father had gone mad!

No hardship, no suffering.

This guy is a complete madman!

Who would intentionally trigger a divine disaster that would never have occurred?

Before his death, Newbarth looked at this mysterious god.
"I have been obsessed with glory and to be remembered in history all my life. I could have died as a hero with this secret, but my pride will not allow it."

Tears gradually streamed down the old man's face.
"Since I am guilty, I will, like Eden Dhamma, clearly explain my sins, my merits and demerits, and let future generations judge me in the poems."

He paused, looked at the Grand Master Li Wei, and his eyes gradually became cloudy.
"I have never been able to see through you. You symbolize mystery, as if you hold infinite secrets."

"I hope you can develop a secret medicine to resolve this chaotic world."

I have a feeling that perhaps only you, only your strength, can help.

"But you cannot die. If you die, something even more terrifying than the [Cataclysm of the Gale] might appear. You cannot unleash this calamity."

He looked at the great mage Li Wei with longing and envy.

Today, I am going to die.

He is still incredibly young, with an unlimited future and hope.

They might even achieve dreams beyond their reach, become gods, and leave behind an eternal legacy in history.

The glory I've longed for all my life, the dream I've chased.

Is it just a treasure that he can pick up at will?

100% magic affinity talent.

The body of a saint.

These two factors, from birth, make the status of certain individuals something that they can never catch up to in their entire lives.

Xinbaer looked at his children: "You must protect your teacher, Li Wei. Even if you die, even if your children die, he cannot die!"

Before he finished speaking, he slowly pointed to a mythological mural on the wall.

It was a majestic elephant god, riding a large fat rat, wearing a crown, holding a giant hammer, and sitting solemnly on the throne.

This was his lifelong desire.

"Alas, if I possessed 100% affinity for light magic, how could I have lived such a life?"

Thud! His hand, which had been pointing at the mural of Elephant Dzogchen, fell heavily to the ground, and he was no longer alive.

Liu Jun watched this scene quietly, listening to his children crying beside him.

Rex cried, “My father told me that when he was a child, he watched with great excitement as the elephant god raced against the angels of his tribe.”

Rella sniffled, "That god bestowed upon him the blessing of Hercules, which laid the foundation for his lifelong dream."

Liu Jun suddenly smiled with a touch of emotion.

History always repeats itself.

Civilization is like a torch relay baton.

Back then, another emperor also laid the foundation for his lifelong dream when the gods bestowed blessings upon him.

The blessings of one generation of gods are passed on to the next generation of young heroes.

New Barr had many flaws in his life: he was a chatterbox, impulsive, and ambitious.

However, he always grants requests from Liu Jun, this mysterious god from elsewhere.

Because he deeply understood the terror of the mysterious god, he was willing to risk his life to protect it.

Liu Jun couldn't help but think:

"If I, the imposter, fail to seize this power, and the true host, Surie, gains control of it and encounters New Baal who will protect him, what will happen?"

"Grand Duke, it should be that one."

"That old city lord will surely raise his daughter, right? I wonder what kind of legend it will be."

But not necessarily.

If he hadn't encountered New Baal, he might have been in danger, causing the divine object to go out of control and the disaster to erupt prematurely.

Liu Jun found himself somewhat ridiculous: Why are there so many "what ifs"?

“A storm is coming; it’s time to send them to their final resting place,” Liu Jun said softly, looking at the two weeping angel heirs.

Tatata!
The earth suddenly shook.

Looking up, I could see outside the Angelic City.

A giant dog-headed god slowly approached, pulling a huge black iron chain, and wearing gold-patterned collars around his neck and wrists.

“I promised Newbar that I would send him to the Tomb of the Dead.”

Liu Jun suddenly realized that Xinbaer valued glory above all else and longed to be on par with his idol, Elephant Dhomo.

Elephant Dhamma was sent away by this giant god, and he also wanted to leave by boat.

This was the way he chose to die.

Liu Jun felt a mix of sadness and amusement, thinking, "That old rascal, really..."

That was so ceremonial!

After handing over Newbaal's corpse, the Death Giant Anu said, "The storm is about to hit the capital. Do you have any ideas?"

"On earth, countless cities were destroyed, and angels lost their homes and were displaced."

"The angels and elves were undoubtedly the hardest hit."

Dragons are few in number, fast, and run very fast.

But the angels were the most numerous, and the Holy Empire was filled with various towns, which had been ravaged beyond recognition.

The elves are settled and find it difficult to leave the Elf Forest. They are said to be slowly moving their Tree of Life, but their fate is likely not good.

The terrifying crisis cast a shadow of death over the hearts of all the clansmen present, making it hard to breathe.

Father, you're a madman!

"Let's go to the sea."

Grand Duke Li Wei said calmly, "The sea is deep and fearless of the wind."

“Agni’s flames cannot withstand the invasion of the gale, while Varuna, on the other side of the ocean, can use the thick seawater to shield itself from the gale.”

"Furthermore, she has the ability to bind seawater together, making it the only safe place in the entire world."

There was nothing wrong with New Barr's last words.

Soon, the sixth Angel Emperor, Rex, ascended to the throne.

He immediately organized all the surviving angels, packed their bags, and left the capital.

"Escape!"

"The world is going to end."

Countless angels, like a dense flock of migrating geese, flew towards the depths of the ocean.

The giant of death, Anu, was very kind and said, "Come on, I'll use my raft to help you move some important items!"

He sighed with emotion, having seen off another king of an era, before entering the tomb of death.

That night, Rex looked back at the capital city and, under the starry sky, said with unwavering resolve:

"Our country has been destroyed, but one day I will return."

(End of this chapter)