Starting with Growing Mushrooms-Chapter 109 - 93: Outbreak of the Wind Calamity, Peril of the World

Chapter 109: Chapter 93: Outbreak of the Wind Calamity, Peril of the World

Next to her, the disciple witch from the Green Shade Territory also shouted:

"You madman! The Green Shade Territory is gone too, my family, my friends, they’re all dead! It’s all your fault! It’s all because of you!!"

Everyone was cursing.

"If we don’t do this, more will die in the future."

New Bal shouted loudly, "If we can’t even win this familiar Trial of the Wind, it’d be better for the world to end early now."

"Disaster is both suffering and growth."

"After the Wisdom Disaster, two Divine Trials were supposed to descend, but they were miraculously skipped twice. It seemed like a good thing, but was it really?"

"Skipping it twice, there was no repeated tempering, no growth each time."

"When true horror descends, we might only be able to wait for death."

Therefore, he deliberately created challenges.

Rilla and Rex looked incredulous, thinking their father had gone mad!

No suffering without hardship.

This is a complete madman!

Who would actively trigger a disaster of the Divine Object that wouldn’t appear?

Before New Bal died, he gazed at this Mysterious God,

"I was obsessed with glory all my life, with going down in history. I could’ve taken this secret and died a hero, but my pride wouldn’t allow it."

Tears slowly flowed from the old man’s eyes,

"Since I’m guilty, I will speak clearly about my sins, like Xiangtuo Mo, my merits and demerits, letting future generations judge in their poems."

He paused, looking at the grand mage Li Wei, his eyes gradually growing cloudy,

"I could never see through you; you symbolize mystery, as if holding endless secrets."

"I hope you can develop an elixir to solve this chaotic world."

"I have a premonition that maybe only you, only your power..."

"But you cannot die. If you die, something more terrifying than the Gale Disaster might appear. We can’t let this disaster unleash."

He looked with longing and envy at this grand mage Li Wei.

Today, he was about to die.

Yet he was unbelievably young, with limitless future and hope.

He might even achieve dreams beyond his reach, become a god, and leave an eternal poem in history.

The glory and dreams I longed for all my life.

Were they just treasures he could casually take?

100% Magic Affinity.

Saint Body.

These two elements, some beings are born with, and others can’t keep up with them all their lives.

New Bal looked at his children: "You must protect your teacher Li Wei. If you die, if your children die, he cannot die!"

Before he finished speaking, he slowly pointed to a mythical painting on the wall.

It was a majestic Elephant God riding a large fat mouse, crowned and holding a giant hammer, sitting authoritatively on a throne.

This was his lifelong desire.

"Ah, if only I had 100% Light Magic Affinity, how could my life have been...."

Bang! His hand pointing at the Xiangtuo Mo painting heavily fell to the ground, lifeless.

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

Rex cried, "Father told me, when he was still a child, he was excitedly watching the Elephant God race the angels of his tribe."

Rilla sniffled, "That Divine Spirit descended with the blessing of the Mighty God, which laid the foundation for his lifelong dream."

Liu Jun suddenly smiled with some sentiment.

History always seems similar.

Civilization is like a relay torch.

Back then, another emperor also laid down his lifelong dream when the god bestowed blessings.

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

New Bal had many flaws in his life: verbose, rash, and ostentatious.

But to Liu Jun, the mysterious outsider, he was always accommodating.

Because he deeply understood the terror of the Mysterious God, willing to protect it even at the cost of his life.

Liu Jun couldn’t help but wonder:

"If I, the fake, hadn’t taken this power, and the true host, Surya, possessed this power, encountered a protector like New Bal, what would happen?"

"The Grand Duke should be that person."

"That Old City Lord would certainly raise his daughter, right? I wonder what kind of mythical legend it would be."

But maybe not.

If he hadn’t met New Bal, he might’ve faced danger, causing the Divine Object to lose control, and the disaster could’ve erupted early.

Liu Jun found it somewhat laughable: are there really so many "ifs"?

"The Wind Disaster is coming, time to lay him to rest." Looking at the crying angelic heirs, Liu Jun softly said.

Thump, thump, thump!

The ground suddenly trembled.

Looking up, he saw outside the Angel Imperial City.

A giant dog-headed titan was walking slowly, dragging a massive black iron chain, with golden patterned collars on its neck and wrists.

"I promised New Bal, to take him to the Tomb of Death."

Liu Jun seemed to be lost in thought; New Bal valued glory his whole life, longing to measure up to his idol Xiangtuo Mo.

Xiangtuo Mo was taken away by this giant titan, and he also wanted to leave by ship.

This was the death he chose for himself.

Liu Jun’s heart felt a mix of sorrow and bemusement, "This old fellow, really..."

So full of ritual!

After handing over New Bal’s body, the Death Giant Anu said, "The Wind Disaster is about to reach the Imperial City, do you have any plans?"

"On land, countless cities are destroyed, angels have lost their homes, becoming wanderers."

"The ones suffering the most are undoubtedly the angels and elves."

The dragons are few in number, fast, and can escape quickly.

But the angels are the most numerous; Holy Empire was full of towns, all ravaged to ruins.

The elves are settled and find it hard to leave the Elf Forest; it’s said they’re slowly relocating their Ancient Tree of Life, but the outcome might not be good.

The terrifying crisis cast a gloomy cloud of death over all the clans present, so oppressive it was suffocating.

"Father was truly a madman!"

"Go to the sea."

Grand Duke Li Wei said blandly: "Deep in the sea, fear not the wind."

"Agni’s flames can’t stop the gales, but Valuna on the far side of the ocean can use the heavy seawater to shield against the gusts."

"Moreover, she has the ability to bind the sea, making it the only safe place in the world."

New Bal’s last words were correct.

Soon, Rex, the sixth Angel Emperor, took the throne.

He immediately organized all surviving angels to pack up and leave the Imperial City.

"Run!"

"The world is ending."

Countless angels flew towards the depths of the ocean like migrating geese.

The Death Giant Anu was kind, saying: "Go, I’ll use my raft to help carry some essential items for you, aiding your migration!"

He felt a sense of sentiment, seeing another era’s king go to the Tomb of Death.

That night, under the starlit sky, Rex resolutely said:

"Our nation is thus destroyed, but one day, I will return."