Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The experience of traversing through the void is not good.

Morgan was held in Raine's hand, surrounded by receding shadow currents.

His current 15-meter-tall dark gold body contains world-destroying power.

But during Raine's Void Stealth, he could only be dragged along like a sandbag.

The operation was too fast.

From the sudden appearance of Renn, to the forced delivery of an absurd mimicry data to him, and then the two of them transforming and disappearing into the void.

The entire process was seamless, leaving Mogan no room to think.

His mind was completely muddled.

"Captain." Morgan finally couldn't help but speak, her voice sounding somewhat muffled in the void passage.

"Where are we going? What kind of monster's genes did you just stuff into my mouth?"

Raine tore through the void ahead without looking back.

"Go to the center of this divine realm." Renn's voice entered Morgan's mind. "As for the creature you've mimicked, it's the overlord here."

overlord?

Mo Gan was stunned for a moment.

Images of the monsters that had driven them to their doom flashed through his mind.

"Morgan, I've been watching you ever since we were separated in the Big Bang."

Rein slowed down a bit so Morgan could keep up with his pace. "The ecology of this divine realm is far more complex than we imagined. There are mainly seven types of high-level creatures here."

Seven kinds?

Mo Gan counted silently in his mind.

Liquid gold crabs at the bottom of the River Styx, and bone fish in the water.

The magical vultures that fly in the sky, and the bats that can release soul-stirring sound waves.

Add to that the overwhelming insectoids on land who treat them like snacks.

That makes five.

In addition, there's the dark gold behemoth that he and the captain are currently mimicking.

Morgan glanced at the black and gold wings on Raine's back, then looked at her own thick, dark gold arms.

Although they differ in form, they share the same fundamental essence and origin, suggesting they are different branches of the same species.

Just like how insects are divided into heavy beetles and electric insects.

"Captain, including the one we're currently mimicking, there are only six types at most," Morgan asked.

Raine's black wings fluttered slightly, avoiding a rift in the void.

"There's another kind," Raine said calmly. "In the northern lands of the Divine Realm, there is a group of pure elemental life forms born from magma and poisonous fire. They burn high-ranking insectoids as fuel."

Mo Gan gasped.

Using those terrifying insects as fuel, what kind of hellish realm is this?!

"Of these seven creatures, who do you think is the strongest?" Renn asked.

"The Zerg." Morgan said without hesitation.

He personally experienced the terror of the insect horde.

That tight-knit mental network, that fearless charge, and the all-round suppression by land, sea, and air.

Any wanderer in the starry sky who encounters such a swarm of insects would have no choice but to flee in panic.

Renn gave a cold laugh.

"Wrong."

"On the surface, the Zerg are numerous, occupying the boundary between land and sea, and even daring to go into the water to steal food."

Raine's voice was filled with apprehension: "Actually, they were forced into it."

"This is impossible!" Gammo exclaimed.

"I witnessed the Zerg army sweeping across the wasteland with my own eyes. How could a race of that size be driven to the brink?"

Raine turned his head, his eyes expressionless.

"Because there is one race that is too powerful."

"So powerful that the Zerg dare not step even half a step into the center of this divine realm."

"Even the powerful Vulture in the sky and the Bone Fish in the ocean can only barely maintain their living space by relying on the natural geographical environment."

"The Zerg go to their deaths in the far north and steal food from the River Styx; they have absolutely no intention of expansion."

"They can only look for resources on the fringes; they don't even have the right to look at the resources in the core areas."

Mogan was completely stunned.

The Zerg that utterly crushed their elite star-crossing squad was merely a marginal force within this divine realm.

What kind of monster is occupying the core area?

He lowered his head and looked at his golden body.

"Captain...could it be...?"

"That's right." Renn confirmed his guess. "What we are mimicking now is the true ruler of this divine realm."

The void travel continues.

As they drew closer to the center of the divine realm, Morgan sensed a significant change in their surroundings.

The most obvious indicator is the concentration of spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy in the wasteland is already violent enough; here, the spiritual energy has almost condensed into a tangible mist.

With each breath, I could feel a high concentration of energy washing over the blood vessels of this body.

"Look outside," Renn suddenly said.

Morgan looked out through the barrier of the void passage.

What comes into view is a vast, boundless, blood-red basin.

Outside the basin, there were countless golden and black figures.

There are too many.

Millions of monsters of various shapes and sizes gathered together, forming a sea of ​​gold and black.

Mogan clearly saw the movements of these creatures.

They're fighting.

Thousands upon thousands of tyrannical demons, divided into countless small circles, are engaged in a fierce battle.

A dark golden fist smashed his companion's bones, and a jet-black blade sliced ​​open his chest.

There was no hatred, no anger, only a pure thirst for power and a frenzy of battle.

Even if they are beaten until their limbs are broken and their internal organs are scattered.

These monsters can also heal themselves in a very short time, roaring as they pounce again.

"Starting at the peak of gold..." Morgan's voice trembled as she sensed the aura of these violent demons.

As far as he could see, the outermost, most severely beaten, and smallest of the violent demons were all at the peak of the Gold Realm.

"They start at the pinnacle of gold." Renn's tone was equally solemn. "This means that as soon as they are born, they can reach the pinnacle of gold with just a little growth. They will be platinum upon adulthood."

Morgan felt her worldview was collapsing.

Peak of the Gold Rank!

Here, is the Golden Peak merely cannon fodder at the very bottom?

What made Morgan even more desperate was that he saw his own kind in the void.

Several shadow demons with black and gold wings on their backs were lurking in the void turbulence.

They concealed themselves from each other and assassinated each other.

The void rifts were torn apart at will in their hands, like toys.

Even though Raine tried his best to conceal his presence, he was almost caught in the crossfire of these Shadow Demons who were fighting amongst themselves several times.

"What are they doing?" Morgan couldn't understand this behavior.

"Selection," Ryan uttered two words. "This basin has a limited area, and the most essential resources are only so many."

Only the strongest individuals can approach the center. The weak are eliminated immediately.

Just then, Renn stopped in his tracks.

There is no road ahead.

The void passage was forcibly severed here by an absolute force.

"We've arrived," Raine said, tearing open the void barrier with his hands and stepping out of the shadows with Morgan.

After landing, Morgan subconsciously observed the surrounding terrain.

The moment he looked up, he froze.

His breathing stopped.

His mind went blank.

There was no terrain or sky in sight.

There is only one tree.

A giant tree so large that it defies description.

The diameter of the main trunk is thicker than any moon of any planet Morgan has ever seen.

Grayish-purple law patterns flowed across the dark golden bark, each pattern radiating a suffocating sense of oppression that even diamond-level powerhouses felt.

The tree canopy obscured the entire sky.

As far as the eye could see, there were only lush branches and leaves.

Morgan had previously seen a red phantom that stretched across the heavens and earth when she looked out over the center of the divine realm from the wasteland.

He initially thought it was some kind of special cosmic phenomenon, or an energy barrier set up by the creator of this divine realm.

Now he knows.

That's a real object.

This is the trunk of the tree.

"What...what is this..." Morgan's legs went weak and his body trembled.

He had seen extraordinary cosmic behemoths.

I have also seen the projection of the divine kingdom.

The thing in front of him was completely beyond his comprehension.

Extraordinary level?

Compared to this tree, even a branch of a superhuman is nothing.

Raine stood beside Morgan, looking up at the canopy of trees that blocked out the sky.

"This is the strongest building in this divine realm." Renn's voice echoed at the edge of the empty basin.

Do you remember the small, dark red tree in the wasteland?

Morgan nodded mechanically.

"Do you remember those tree roots we saw outside the crystal wall of the divine realm, piercing into the void turbulence and drawing energy from it?"

Morgan nodded again, his face as pale as paper.

"It's all part of it," Ryan concluded.

A thousand thunderbolts exploded in Mo Gan's mind.

He finally understood the truth about this divine realm.

Small trees within the divine realm, roots underground, tentacles in the void.

The roots of this tree have long since spread to every corner of the entire divine realm.

It is absorbing death energy, it is devouring corpses, it is drawing upon the void.

The entire divine realm is under its control.

"We...we've been inside its belly all this time?" Morgan's voice was trembling with tears.

He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

These wanderers of the stars call themselves plunderers.

They tore through the cocoon of time and light, infiltrated this divine realm, and attempted to plunder its origins.

The results of it?

Their every move, all their struggles, all their despair, were all under the watchful eye of this tree.

Even their ability to infiltrate might be due to the other party's tacit approval.

The other side deliberately did not resist, allowing these insects to crawl in.

Why?

For entertainment, to find some fun?

To the enemy, these thousands of elite wanderers were nothing more than a trivial extra meal...

Morgan broke down.

He knelt on the dark purple mud.

He covered his head with both hands, letting out a silent roar.

All the pride they had held onto, and their desire to survive, were crushed in that moment.

Raine watched silently as Morgan broke down.

He neither spoke to disturb them nor went forward to help them up.

A day or two ago, when he first sneaked here.

When he first looked up and saw the tree, his reaction was no better than Morgan's.

In the face of absolute power, any rationality seems laughable.

Renn gave Morgan a full ten minutes to prepare.

Morgan's roars gradually grew hoarse, and his emotions shifted from fear to numbness.

"When I first learned the truth, I felt the same way you did," Ryan finally spoke, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Morgan raised her head, her empty eyes staring at Raine.

"Later, I figured it out." Ryan walked up to Morgan.

"What have you figured out?" Morgan smiled bitterly. "Have you figured out how to die a quick and painless death?"

"I've figured it out. No matter how powerful this thing is, it's still just a building." Renn's tone became more certain.

Mogan was stunned.

"architecture?"

“That’s right.” Renn pointed to the tree trunk that pierced the sky ahead. “Sense its aura carefully. Although it is enormous and terrifying, it has no soul fluctuations.”

"The textbooks of the Federation of Humanity, as well as the countless years of experience of our wandering race, all prove an ironclad rule."

"It is impossible for a building within the realm of the gods to develop sentience."

Ryan analyzed the situation clearly and logically.

"The larger and higher the rank of a plant-based building, the more complex its internal laws and structures."

"This complex structure dictates that it can only operate according to the set rules."

"It instinctively absorbs energy, instinctively devours corpses, and instinctively takes root in the void. But it never thinks."

"It has no emotions, no consciousness. It couldn't have deliberately set a trap to lure us in, much less use us as a tool for amusement."

"Everything we encountered was simply the automatic operation of the divine realm's own defense mechanism."

Raine's words were like a shot of adrenaline, injecting into Morgan's dying soul.

The ashes in Morgan's eyes gradually faded, and a glimmer of hope rekindled.

Yes.

If this tree truly possesses sentience, given its terrifying power that even a transcendent being wouldn't deserve to carry its shoes...

With just a thought, all invaders could be crushed into dust.

Why go through all that trouble to have them fight those monsters on the fringes?

It lacks intelligence.

Without intelligence, it is just a dead thing.

Even an inanimate object has loopholes that can be exploited.

Morgan slowly stood up from the ground.

He composed himself, suppressed his lingering fear, and asked the question he had always wanted to ask.

"Captain, if you've already deduced that it lacks intelligence, then why did you bring me here?"

"Don't tell me you just brought me here to see this tree."