"Is this filth?"

Decaying God's expression slightly tensed, he felt it more acutely than others.

He sensed something akin to burial, filth, like bacteria, microbes spreading.

The opponent called this thing Divine Power.

But to him, it felt more like some mushrooms in the forest.

His body absorbed the opponent's mushroom power, making him feel a bit dazed, as if he had eaten something hallucinogenic, penetrated by something else.

He was a Ninth Tier, the opponent couldn't break his defense!

Yet in an instant, he felt a looming threat from a weak Eighth Tier.

Magaras glanced at this beggar, "Ninth Tier, indeed seems like those three from the mother civilization, cultivating something called a vortex?"

"Eighth Tier, are you also coveting our methods?" Decaying God didn't refute.

Ninth Tier, cultivating the Divine Vortex.

The core principle is to cultivate a multitude of Rule Laws condensed into a vortex, spinning rapidly within the body.

This is also why they have more powerful obliteration characteristics.

Seventh Tier, cultivates chains.

Eighth Tier, cultivates Tao Spirit that fuses chains.

Ninth Tier, cultivates countless spinning Tao Spirits forming a vortex.

In summary, it's three continuously converging processes.

In a simple analogy, the Seventh Tier is like bricks made of laws, the Eighth Tier is like walls built from bricks, and the Ninth Tier is like building a house from walls.

Now, the Ninth Tier is a vortex of countless spinning laws, their power is a mixed medley!

Every Ninth Tier strikes with a mixed power!

But Decaying God had never before seen such an independent, singular pure law appear!

A single Time Law, a single Evolution Law...

"What exactly are you?"

Decaying God couldn't help but ask.

Magaras ignored him, "Your last words are a bit too much, just report your name..."

He swung his arm, like someone doing warm-up exercises to loosen muscles,

"You're just a sweet dessert I have to relax during a lunch break in my battle with God."

"Perhaps years later, I'll recall that exhilarating destined day when I defeated God, and inadvertently remember a silhouette of you flashing through my mind."

Magaras bent slightly, his eyes turning a bit cold,

"At that time, I will remember you, but you're just an embellishment in my defeat of God, so you don't need to take up much memory space."

Upon hearing this, Decaying God finally got angry.

He clearly understood, the opponent's words weren't to provoke him, but stemmed from a deep-rooted, bone-deep arrogance!

This is truly what the opponent thought!

Yet, how could a mere Eighth Tier weakling, no matter how peculiar their power, defeat him, a Ninth Tier?

He couldn't comprehend it.

He couldn't fathom the source of the opponent's confidence!

But the next moment, he suddenly understood, only to see the corner of Magaras's mouth curl slightly, and an evolutionary realm's chain emerged on him.

Everyone felt a mystical sensation.

By breaking it, they could achieve a leap in life!

And the next moment, as everyone expected, Magaras instantly crushed the chains on himself.

Crack, crack!

The chains shattered instantly.

Magaras's body cracked open, the chains falling apart.

Beside him, Moxia witnessed this scene, unexpectedly patted the shoulder of the stay-at-home guy Sakya beside him and exclaimed, "Look, look! Who just said strongmen don't play with knots? The God of Time is my kindred spirit!"

Sakya felt a bit numb, this guy was still ignoring the occasion, talking about such a thing now?

While they were exclaiming, a terrifying pressure erupted from Magaras's expression.

A force belonging to the Ninth Tier rose slowly from Magaras's skin with each breath, continuously emanating outwards.

"What's going on?"

"It's the God of Evolution, the God of Evolution, able to crush the chains on himself, has he broken through to the Ninth Tier?"

"Crazy! How could he do something so outrageous, just breaking through whenever he feels like it?"

"Foolish! Do you remember the distant mythical legends? Back then, as soon as God spoke, the realm just broke through like that."

"Are you saying the God of Time did it too?"

"Ma now holds multiple Divine Positions, unprecedented in this era, it's not strange he can do this!"

While the crowd frantically discussed,

Magaras's eyes shimmered with brilliance, as threads of golden vortex light spread out.

Only he knew, breaking through realms wasn't something you do casually.

He appeared to be fumbling with that hand, in truth he was collecting various Ninth Tier data... Once he had a general direction, he could shatter the chains and break through.

But forcibly breaking through body structure comes with severe side effects.

Equivalent to suicide.

As a fake Ninth Tier, he might die quickly from his body collapsing in less than a minute.

"But if I die, so what?"

Magaras slowly opened his eyes, feeling the surging Ninth Tier power coursing through his body,

"Evolution, allowed me to forcibly break the chains to break through."

"Time, allowed me to rewind to before my own demise back to the Eighth Tier."

"As long as I keep cycling through Evolution and Time, I am constantly traversing between life and death as a Ninth Tier..."

"This is my God of Time and Evolution, turning the impossible into possible."

Magaras's figure seemed to dominate the entire void, like a cosmic primordial Giant standing between the heavens, moving with the power of vortexes at his fingertips.

However, it was ultimately a temporary breakthrough.

He had too few laws forming chains in his body, only a little over a thousand... crippling among crippling Ninth Tiers.

If he hadn't forced a breakthrough, with such sparse law numbers, forming a vortex would be impossible.

Plus, where others had vortexes, what he had internally couldn't be called a vortex, rather an incense coil.

"How is it possible!?"

It was the first time Decaying God had seen such an outrageous existence, in several breaths, the other was supposed to die from an improper breakthrough, yet in those breaths, he returned to the previous time.

He was filled with a paradoxical, incongruous feeling.

"Do you realize the gap between us now?"

Magaras's expression was calm to the extreme, "Realm, is just something used by mediocrities to divide levels; to us Gods, realm is broken through with ease."

To Magaras, his Evolution + Time had countless applications.

The ingenious use before his eyes was just one of them.

But in a battle with God, it wouldn't be utilized because there was no point in using it.

What he could do, God would soon be able to do as well.

"Now, let's have a fight."

"To prevent you from breaking down from fear, let me tell you what's going to happen next, so you're mentally prepared."

"In repeated battles, I will keep evolving and truly gain the Ninth Tier's power, from a crippled Ninth Tier, completely becoming a perfect Ninth Tier."

"And you... Decaying God, right? I remember your name."

Magaras's mouth flashed a cruel smile, looking at God yet in the Eighth Tier, "In a moment, I will go fight with the strong ones."