Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Lin Yuan pushed open the villa door and locked it behind him.

He quickly walked to the cushion and sat down cross-legged.

The divine power within his body had spiraled out of control, and the dark golden divine fire broke through the skin's restraints, burning wildly on his body surface.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes and focused his mental energy inward.

The internal circulation of the laws of the demigod's fifth transformation is operating at overload.

Divine power surged and crashed through the meridians.

The divine fire spun at its center, greedily devouring the surging, enormous energy.

The phantom of the sixth divine ring was already faintly visible around the divine fire.

Another breakthrough is imminent.

Lin Yuan was well aware of the source of this power.

In a time-accelerated state, the Wasteland God Realm will inevitably unleash an unprecedented massacre.

The death, reproduction, and evolution of his retinue are providing him, the creator, with a massive amount of primal feedback at an alarming rate.

If he relaxes his mind, he can reach the sixth level of demigod in at most half an hour.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, his gaze calm.

He mobilized all his spiritual power, transforming it into invisible shackles, and fastened them to the nascent divine fire.

The absorption of energy by the divine fire was forcibly cut off.

The phantom of the sixth divine ring trembled, and then slowly dissipated under the pressure of mental power.

Breakthroughs that happen too quickly may not be a good thing.

The seventh stage of demigodhood, where one condenses a divine spark, is a major watershed moment.

Countless exceptionally talented individuals have been stuck at this hurdle for years or even decades.

His current foundation is indeed profound, but in order to ensure that the breakthrough to the seventh level is foolproof and goes smoothly.

He must compress the purity of his divine power to the limit during the fifth and sixth stages of the cosmic transformation.

Lin Yuan formed hand seals, and the unique law field of the fifth level spread out within his body.

He used the internal circulation of the laws to repeatedly flush and squeeze the divine power within his body.

The divine power, which was originally in a gaseous state, gradually liquefied under extreme compression.

Drops of divine power liquid fell deep into the dantian.

……

Within the divine realm, the river of time flows swiftly.

In the real world, a mere moment can feel like fifty years in the divine realm.

The all-out war between the Zerg and the air-sea races lasted for half a century.

On the edge of the New World, where the River Styx meets the River Styx.

This place has been completely turned into a living hell.

The dark purple earth was soaked in blood, turning it into a blackish-red color.

In the sky, millions of [Mad Scythe Shadow Blade Insects] flapped their wings and swooped down.

The void patterns on their backs lit up, preparing to cut into the enemy ranks.

Charging headlong at them were an equal number of mutated demonic vultures.

After the battle broke out, the scene became bizarre.

A blade insect darted into the shadows, attempting to ambush from behind.

The mutated demonic eagle opposite also flapped its wings and merged into the void.

Two dark figures collided in the spatial interlayer, sparks flying everywhere.

The Blade Insect brandished its bone scythe, while the Demon Vulture extended its dark golden claws.

They passed each other by.

The vulture's abdomen was cut open, and the blade beetle's head was crushed.

The Blade Worm died, and the Void Glands within its body exploded. A ripple of [Void Shock] spread out.

The vulture was severely injured and crashed.

It opened its beak in mid-air, forcibly activating the skills belonging to the [Psionic Plasma Bug].

A dark blue plasma ball crashed into the swarm of insects below, blasting dozens of heavy beetles to pieces.

Then, the vulture breathed its last.

Its corpse also exploded, and a wave of equally powerful [Void Shock] ripples swept outwards.

The entire battlefield was ablaze with energy beams of various colors.

Plasma balls flew wildly through the air, venom sprayed everywhere, high-pressure water jets cut through the air, and void cracks appeared one after another.

If you don't look at their appearance, you can't tell which are the insectoids and which are the sea and air creatures.

Fifty years of intense fighting.

The air and sea races, relying on their abnormal "imitation" instincts, completely copied the Zerg's secrets.

The self-destructing venom of the [Venomous Bursting Beast]? The mutated bat has learned it.

They generate venom sacs within their bodies, and if they can't win a fight, they charge into the swarm and self-destruct.

Crystallization of the [Nether Uranium Heavy Beetle]? The Liquid Gold Crab has learned it.

They cover the surface with a liquid, mimicking the armor of a heavy beetle.

Even the Zerg's trait of causing "Void Shock" upon death has been perfectly replicated by both the air and sea races.

On the battlefield today, if an insect dies, it's bombed once; if a bird dies, it's bombed once more.

The space barrier was riddled with holes.

The only remaining dignity of the Zerg is the [Pain Link].

This kind of soul skill, which involves the unification of the will of millions of races, has never been replicated by either the sea or the air races.

No matter how united they are, they cannot completely bind the souls of millions of individuals.

This became the Zerg's only trump card that allowed them to survive this war of attrition.

Below the battlefield.

Piles of severed limbs and broken arms were stacked up like mountains.

Dark green insect blood, scarlet bird blood, and pale blue fish blood mixed together and seeped into the soil.

On the wasteland, a red sapling, only three meters tall, has entered a period of frenzied growth.

Flesh and blood, along with the soul, became the finest fertilizer.

The roots of the sapling spread underground, sucking up the remnants of war.

Today, the average height of the saplings in the New World has exceeded six meters.

The thick tree trunk is covered with patterns of laws.

The spiritual energy they exude is extremely rich, even in the New World.

In some of the valleys where the corpses were most concentrated, the abyssal spiritual energy even condensed into a thick, gray-black fog.

As creatures fight each other in the fog, their wounds heal extremely quickly, and the frequency of gene mutations in their bodies increases dramatically.

central basin.

On the main trunk of the Liquid Metal Blood-Devouring Demon Tree, the enormous liquid metal face became clearly visible.

It ate too much.

Fifty years of uninterrupted war, with tens of millions of lives lost.

The energy absorbed by the subtrees eventually converges into the core of the magic tree.

The roots of the demon tree stretched out in the void.

The pure essence of flesh and blood provided within the divine realm is sufficient for it to complete round after round of growth.

The lips of the face parted slightly, letting out a silent burp.

Its tightly closed eyes turned toward the New World.

The nascent intelligence is filled with a desire for killing.

It wanted to manipulate the subtree to catch all the insects that were still flying in the sky, swimming in the water, and crawling on the ground, and swallow them whole.

This way it can grow taller and stronger.

But deep within, inviolable commands relentlessly suppress its instincts.

"Just keep watching."

The demon tree's face contorted, looking somewhat aggrieved.

It withdrew its gaze and continued to obediently remain an observer, silently digesting the enormous energy within its body.

War is the best catalyst.

Over the course of fifty years, the number of creatures in the divine realm has plummeted.

The Zerg army of 80 million was reduced to 25 million.

The number of mutated vultures and bats that occupied the sky dropped from fifty million to eighteen million.

More than two-thirds of the Styx River's bone fish and liquid gold crabs in the deep sea also perished.

The quantity is decreasing, but the quality is improving dramatically.

The weak don't even qualify to be cannon fodder; they've already become nourishment for the saplings.

Those who survived were all elites who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The Gold Rank 1 became the minimum threshold for this divine realm.

Even the most ordinary worker insect can be pulled out and its aura is stable at the gold stage.

Those leader-level creatures who have experienced countless life-and-death battles and replicated countless skills have all reached the limit of the rank.

The deepest part of the underground wormhole.

A dominant insect, over ten meters long and covered in a crystal carapace, emerged from its cocoon.

With its birth, a powerful diamond-level pressure swept through the underground.

This marks the 300th Diamond Overmind born by the Zerg in the last fifty years.

At the same time.

The skies above the New World.

A mutated demonic eagle, its size obscuring the sky, commands a thundercloud.

Its wings not only incorporate the characteristics of the Void Shadow, but also carry the laws of thunder.

The aura of the diamond tier surged through the sky.

Deep in the River Styx, a mutated bony fish, hundreds of meters long, smashed through an underwater mountain range.

Its bone spikes shimmered with a deep blue light of [Extremely Heavy Water], and it too had entered the Diamond tier.

Diamond tier, a realm that was once only accessible to the Demon and Fire Spirit races.

Nowadays, the Zerg are emerging like mushrooms after rain among both the air and sea races.

The overall strength of the Divine Realm has achieved a qualitative leap.

But this surging storm dealt a heavy blow to the former hegemon.

A resounding slap in the face to the tyrannical demon race.

Edge of the central basin.

A Platinum-level Peak Shadowfiend named Gul lay sprawled on a boulder.

It listlessly picked at the bits of meat stuck between its teeth, staring blankly at the gray sky.

A century ago, Gur was one of the most powerful and ruthless demons in the region.

It used force to forcibly subdue 100,000 [Shock Liquid Golden Crabs] as its underlings.

Every day, you don't have to do anything; you just lie on the rocks and a constant stream of metal embryos are fed into your mouth.

Those days were so comfortable.

But now, the good days are over.

Its 100,000 crab minions suddenly rebelled several decades ago.

Not only did they refuse to supply it with metal materials, but they also joined forces before leaving.

They used a water jet to cut Gul's Void Wings into strips of cloth.

Gul was furious.

How could a mighty demon like it tolerate such treatment?

After recovering from its injuries, it gathered dozens of other street thugs from the neighborhood who had also lost their pets.

They marched in a mighty force towards the River Styx, ready to teach those arrogant crabs a lesson.

As a result, they had just stepped into the territory of the River Styx.

A killing array consisting of hundreds of thousands of mutated bone fish and liquid gold crabs was activated.

High-pressure water jet, soul infrasound, venom bomb, dark gold heavy gun.

It came crashing down on me.

Gul and his brothers were beaten black and blue and had their bones broken before they could even see the enemy's face.

Finally, Gul and dozens of monstrous demons were caught in the pincers of several giant liquid gold crabs.

It was thrown back into the central basin like garbage.

A humiliating disgrace.

Gul lay on the boulder, recalling what had happened that day, and turned over in frustration.

Doesn't it want revenge? Yes, it does.

But it couldn't win.

The group of former pets outside are now united as one.

Moreover, the territory leaders who occasionally appeared possessed an aura that had reached the Diamond rank.

Gul is only a Platinum Peak.

"Why don't you cultivate?" This is the question that all the newly minted violent demons ask these fringe street urchins.

Gul grinned, revealing a wry smile that was even more painful than crying.

Cultivation? How does one cultivate?

It turned its head to look at the center of the basin.

There, the air was thick with the aura of blood, and a divine tree stood tall; it was the sacred ground of the violent demon race.

Gul was once a violent demon with dreams.

When it reached the Platinum level, it fought its way through the outer perimeter, attempting to break into the core of the Blood Abyss Sea.

Then, it encountered a Basin Berserker of the same level.

It was a one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

Gul's Shadow Strike struck the opponent, but couldn't even break through their defense.

Because the opponent not only has the speed of the Shadow Step, but also the heavy armor of the Titan.

Dual sequence.

The monsters in the core of the basin are all dual-sequence.

Their parents were both Titans and Shadows, and their offspring were born inheriting the essence of both laws.

Gur is merely a single-sequence Shadowfiend.

It doesn't believe in evil.

He retreated to the outer perimeter, trained frantically, and fought his way to the peak of Platinum.

They charged towards the core area once again.

This time, it encountered a high-tier Platinum-level dual-sequence monster.

The result remained the same.

It was beaten to a pulp by an opponent who was a minor realm lower than it, all the bones in its body were broken and it was thrown out.

Bloodline suppression, law crushing.

Gul's Dao heart was completely shattered.

It realized a cruel truth: a single-sequence monster can never defeat a double-sequence monster.

Unless it can comprehend the Titan Laws later in life and complete the dual-sequence cultivation.

But this is harder than climbing to heaven.

So, Gul gave up.

It became a street urchin on the outskirts, along with other single-sequence tyrants.

Catching pets, living a life of leisure and waiting to die.

In any case, the demon race has a long lifespan, so lying flat on the outer edge of the basin poses no danger to their lives.

But now, the right to lie flat has been taken away.

"roar--!"

A scream came from afar.

Gul sat up.

It saw several high-level Platinum-rank Berserkers ganging up on a peak-level Platinum-ranked member of their kind.

The peak-level berserker had its arm torn off, and dark golden blood gushed out.

The rules on the periphery have changed.

Pets rebel, and the sea and air races rise.

The outside world has become dangerous.

The Zerg, the Vulture, and the Bonefish are all evolving at a frenzied pace.

Diamond-tier monsters roam the ground.

The overall strength of the outer tyrants is definitely much stronger than those other things.

But the humiliation of being trampled on by their former prey made all the peripheral thugs feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Its dominant position is facing a substantial challenge.

The dual-sequence powerhouses in the basin circle were dismissive, but the single-sequence tyrants on the periphery were breached.

Going out to find a pet will get you beaten up.

Those who remain on the periphery and languish will be eliminated by increasingly stronger members of their own kind.

There is no escape route.

Gul stood up and clenched his fists.

It saw the victorious tyrants dragging the corpses of the defeated to the armory.

They need to digest the flesh and blood of their own kind to forcibly increase their strength.

Involution.

A fierce internal struggle erupted on the outskirts of the Violent Demon Clan.

Gul roared, and the void patterns on his body lit up.

It no longer looks at the sky, nor does it think about those comfortable days.

He leaped into the air and joined the melee ahead.

The laws of the Wasteland God Realm never tolerate useless people.

You either evolve through battle, or you become nourishment for others in comfort.

Even the most favored race of the Creator, the violent demons.

They must fight for their lives to survive in this evolutionary frenzy.