"I just want to give this lifeless era a bit of vitality." God chuckled and said.
"Are you one of those rebellious revolutionary cults? I know there are those secret factions."
The Wizard King forced himself to endure the fear in his heart as he watched the gradual transformation of his own body, with horns growing out, which turned out to be adorably cute, just like two flowers,
Boom! He swelled even more.
And his skull was expanding wildly, forming an arc like an umbrella, his entire being rapidly transforming, and his head actually turned into a chubby, adorable large mushroom, his eyes rolling around.
"How did I end up returning to my original form, or even more so..." The Wizard King was in a daze.
He was a certain kind of fungal spore plant, his race was not weak, so he frantically infected and took root in other creatures, spreading fungal infections, which established his own Wizard Kingdom, a fungal nest, controlling the brain nerves of various magical creatures.
But this was his greatest secret.
Disguised in the fierce skin of a lizard, yet in front of him...
Moreover, his race had actually evolved and improved to so extent!
God looked at the image before him with satisfaction,
"Oh? Is this your true form? In my eyes, the so-called wizard should indeed look so cartoonish. The Wizard King is just a big mushroom-headed king."
Unable to handle those Rule Saints with established rules, taking care of a pseudo seventh-tier is still sufficient...
In fact, I am not as strong as the other believes, but the fear of the other allows to easily root life in secret, infecting them into my thralls...
"What kind of monster are you!!! This is a conceptual level rule... this is the Rule of Life... are you the ancient Cosmic Celestial Venerable?" the Mushroom King exclaid.
"No, just soone who wants to change this era."
God walked step by step to his throne, resting his chin in one hand, beautiful and extrely exotic, lowering his head and said: "Little mushroom, from today on, let’s build our Magic Wizard Kingdom."
"Ours?" the Mushroom King’s eyes widened.
"Yes, in every era where I reincarnate and descend, I have a new identity to appear in the era. What should I call myself in this lifeti?" He fell into contemplation.
"By the way, my three disciples, I’ve reincarnated several tis right, have they also reincarnated into this era?" He suddenly looked up and muttered to himself, "Last ti, they helped that man. I just hope they’re awake this ti."
"Little one, co over." God suddenly thought of sothing, beckoning with his hand.
The Mushroom Wizard King on the ground was dumbfounded, quickly ran over clumsily, kneeling and crawling, "Great Celestial Venerable, master of the cosmic rules, God of Life, I am willing to beco your subordinate, offer everything..."
God sat on the throne and kicked him, who was about to grovel, with his foot, then took out a huge glass bottle, stuffing the struggling mushroom into it, "You are still a good tool. Although I can’t officially take you as a disciple to enter the Divine Demon Night Banquet, I will help you transform your race, let you inject various genes, and transform yourself..."
"Don’t disappoint ." God pinched his mushroom head, "I want to wear your Mushroom Kingdom as a guise and develop here for a while, perhaps it will be interesting too."
"Yes!"
"Yes!!!"
The mushroom head called out repeatedly, obediently soaking in the solution, studying its own evolution.
Fu Qingjun looked calm, continuously fishing, absorbing a pseudo seventh-tier, which is considered a good starting point.
"Deceiving to recruit this thrall, currently, my power has increased by about seven tis."
Seemingly powerful, but actually still pathetically weak.
Shushan Planet was too weak; in this era, there were hardly any strong ones, causing even absorbing a pseudo seventh-tier to have such a significant boost.
After all, back then, the Jiaxia Dynasty and even other galactic civilizations were splendid to the extre, not fictitious kingdoms.
"Equivalent to back then beating Jiaxia and others, with two ti fragnts in hand, I started from zero level all over again, the disparity in power is still sowhat unsettling." Fu Qingjun chuckled, "However, what develops before in this modern ti-space is my true power."
From the outbreak of the Earth fog to now, it’s been only thirty years in reality.
The Earth civilization went from level three to level six in one leap, then stepped into the current seventh level, brought to this ’Celestial Realm Continent.’
"I am only in my fifties this year..." Fu Qingjun sighed for a mont, finally truly feeling this land, truly a cosmic fertile ground with incomparably rich resources.
Incessantly extracting the abundant materials beneath the "lower universe," energy extraction, rule plundering, the quantities extracted every second is astronomical, yet the universe is vast, and even extracting like this is akin to placing a dam on an endless sea, requiring a long accumulation over ti to drain the sea.
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...
Inside the prison.
In the chanical cell with a dark tallic sheen, a female extraterrestrial with a human-like face was reading a book, watching Baiyu and others,
"Newcors?"
She said nonchalantly, putting down the book in her hand.
"Yes, from the Gray Light Goddess Kingdom." Baiyu and others answered cautiously.
"I am from your ally, a forbidden student from the Academy of Purple Light Civilization; you may call Purple Blue. I was out on a mission just like you, captured by the other side, who hid themselves well." She said, "The other side is at least at the extre pinnacle level of a higher god, capable of inflicting so damage to True God level deities. They probably intend to act against the Gray Light Goddess and others, to steal the godhead."
"Of course, they are unlikely to succeed, as mortals without a true godhead challenging the heavens to slay gods is extrely rare, but it does not concern us. We can only wait to die here."
Little Horn said, "Perhaps the Gray Light Goddess will co to save us."
"Save us? Little girl, you’re thinking too much."
She gave a hint of sarcasm, then lowered her head back to the book, "We, the bestowed subordinate deities, are rely tools. Save us? They might even kill us for entertainnt if in a bad mood. For the exalted gods, even a civilization loyal for over ten thousand years could be ended with a thought from them."
"We should wait to die here, to beco experints. Do you know why only I’m here? Because everyone else is dead."
Purple Blue said while reading, "I advise you not to escape; the land for tens of thousands of light-years around here has beco a wasteland of civilization. The crust and surface have been turned into military nests by these demons. We have nowhere to run. Instead of heading to our deaths, it’s better to sit here quietly and read."
"Sister, what book are you reading?" Little Horn said thoughtlessly.
"I am reading..."
The female extraterrestrial Purple Blue gave Little Horn a glance, just about to speak, when there was a noise at the prison door.
Soone appeared at the door, speaking to those inside the prison: "The King wants to take you away, don’t be ungrateful."
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