Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Lin Yuan sorted the pile of scrap metal he had taken from the Time Demons, packaged it, and listed it on the military's intranet trading platform.

These magical artifacts were in extremely poor condition, with most bearing severe void vibration cracks and traces of venom corrosion.

The procurement officers on the military website have sharp eyes and offer very low prices.

Half an hour later, all the magical items were sold out.

Lin Yuan glanced at his account balance; he had received 1.03 billion faith points.

A considerable windfall.

He shut down the smart terminal, sat cross-legged again on the futon in the center of the living room, and closed his eyes.

The divine sense once again traversed the endless void and descended upon the Wasteland God Realm.

Entrapment continues.

Over the next two days, the void turbulence on the outskirts of the Wasteland God Realm became unusually lively.

Nomadic races constantly arrive at the edge of the starry sky.

The size of each force is around several hundred thousand, and their troop configuration is surprisingly consistent: a massive number of diamond-rank cannon fodder, plus extraordinary-rank leaders.

The first wave to arrive consisted of a variant of the Starry Sky Zerg—the Gold-Eating Iron Ants.

These iron ants are the size of oxen, with a dark, cast iron-colored exoskeleton. They feed on various metal veins and the remains of magical artifacts.

They boarded a starry nest made of countless metal blocks and forcefully smashed open the crystal wall system of the Wasteland God Realm.

The queen ant is a superhuman giant insect with a body length exceeding one hundred meters.

It lay in the center of its nest, emitting a piercing mental shriek, and commanded an army of 800,000 iron ants to parachute onto the plains of the New World.

They were drawn to the black-gold and iron-colored luster flowing on the trunk of the demonic tree below.

The iron ant army fell from the sky like a black waterfall.

Lin Yuan hovered in the sky, not even lifting his eyelids.

He didn't even bother to use the tyrant demons or the calamity fire spirits of the far north.

In the sky, hundreds of thousands of mutated demonic vultures spread their wings.

Their abdominal stomachs swelled simultaneously, and the surface of their liquid metal armor shone with dazzling lightning patterns.

[Gravity Deflection] superimposed on [Void Oscillation].

The gravitational field in the upper atmosphere is disrupted.

The falling army of iron ants suddenly felt an irresistible tearing force.

The iron ants in the front row were forcibly pulled upwards, while the iron ants in the back row continued to swoop downwards.

Eight hundred thousand soldiers collided with each other in mid-air.

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing echoed through the heavens.

The flock of demonic vultures opened their beaks, and hundreds of thousands of beams of light, a mixture of extremely heavy water and destructive lightning, erupted forth.

The lightning spread wildly through the dense formation of iron ants.

The terrifying kinetic energy carried by the extremely heavy water directly shattered the iron ant's cast iron shell.

The queen ant let out a desperate roar and tried to flap her wings to escape.

Three of the largest transcendent-level demonic eagles instantly appeared above its head.

The six dark gold claws exerted force simultaneously, tearing the queen ant's body into four pieces.

The battle ended within five minutes.

The 800,000 Gold-Eating Iron Ants didn't even touch the Blackthorn Grass on the surface of the Wasteland God Realm before being blasted into countless pieces of iron in mid-air.

The flock of vultures swarmed forward, swallowing the metal-rich debris into their spatial stomachs as nourishment to strengthen their liquid metal armor.

The second wave of attackers was the Shadow Clan.

This is an assassin race that is naturally attuned to the laws of shadow.

Instead of using any flying machines, they used their racial talents to transform into hundreds of thousands of faint black shadows, sneaking into the divine realm through the gaps in the crystal wall system.

The leader of the Shadow Clan is a peak-level assassin of the Transcendent rank.

His plan, which he considered perfect, was to infiltrate the Shadow Dimension, avoid the birds of the sky, assassinate the leader of the Familia in the core area of ​​the Divine Realm, create chaos, and then plunder resources.

Hundreds of thousands of dark figures silently merged into the shadows of the new continent.

As soon as they entered the Shadow Dimension, they sensed something was wrong.

The shadows here are too thick.

Some kind of living thing is breathing in the shadows.

The next second, countless scarlet eyes opened in the shadows.

A million demonic blade bats hung upside down in the shadows, coldly watching the uninvited guests.

The Demonblade Bat is far more adept at manipulating shadows than these creatures.

[True Illusion] activated.

The Shadow Clan assassins were trapped in endless hallucinations of terror.

They saw their companions turn into hideous abyssal demons, and saw the shadow itself grow countless sharp teeth and fangs.

The Demon Blade Bat spread its wing membranes, which were covered with void patterns, and its four bony arms extended out.

The Shadow Wars have begun.

The sound of bone blades cutting through flesh rose and fell.

The Shadow Clan leader desperately activated a secret technique, attempting to escape the Shadow Dimension and return to the real world.

He had barely peeked out when a transcendent-level demonic bat emerged from his shadow.

The pale green spores were smeared directly onto the leader's face.

The leader's screams abruptly stopped, and his entire body dissolved into a pool of green pus within three seconds.

Hundreds of thousands of Shadow Clan members perished.

The third wave: Crimson Bat Men.

This group of half-orcs with bat wings who feed on life force just broke through the crystal wall system when they ran headlong into the worst weather in the Wasteland God Realm.

Dark red flames churned in the clouds, while ghastly green miasma transformed into raging tornadoes.

The leader of the Crimson Bats attempted to lead his people through the poisonous miasma.

The highly contagious plague accompanying the poisonous miasma broke out in the bat-men formation.

The skin of a large number of bat-men began to dissolve, and the wing membranes on their wings were corroded into countless holes.

They fell from the sky screaming.

What awaited them below was a relentless barrage of thunder from the swarm of vultures.

The Crimson Bat Man was burned to ashes before he could even see the enemy's shadow.

Six waves of intrusions in two days.

More than ten million wanderers perished one after another in the Wasteland God Realm.

Lin Yuan took stock of what he had gained over the past two days.

Various damaged magical artifacts, storage rings, and wreckage of starships.

All in all, they sold over two billion credits on the military website.

After devouring the flesh and metal debris of these invaders, the two sky races, the Demon Vulture and the Demon Blade Bat, essentially had an extra meal.

Lin Yuan sat on the futon, rubbed his temples, and sighed.

They made money, and their families also benefited.

But it wasn't very enjoyable.

For a wasteland divine realm with over a billion followers and a mother tree reaching 900,000 meters in height.

This kind of invasion on a scale of tens of millions is not even an appetizer.

The monstrous demons on the surface are undergoing a frenzied, in-depth evolution every day, while the calamity fire spirits are boredly devouring each other in the far north.

They craved war, flesh and blood, and truly grand scenes.

Lin Yuan also longed for it.

Only in the divine realm battles where the forces are evenly matched, or even where the enemy is stronger than us.

Only then can he experience the thrill of plunder, and only then can the mother tree consume the true core of a high-level world.

Did I kill too quickly and leak the news?

Lin Yuan stroked his chin, deep in thought.

All six waves of invaders were wiped out; not a single one managed to escape and report the loss.

Logically, the bounty on the black market should still be gaining traction, attracting even more and stronger desperados.

Why has it suddenly stopped moving?

Were those tycoon assassins and alien powerhouses hiding in the shadows aware of the danger and dared not easily intervene?

Lin Yuan was somewhat troubled.

He even considered whether to proactively withdraw some of the sky defenses.

Let a few small fish in to give our creatures on the surface some fun.

……

Starry Sky University, Freshman Area.

A sprawling detached villa sits on the shore of an artificial lake.

The interior of the villa is luxuriously furnished.

The ground is paved with extremely cold jadeite transported from the Frost Star Region; stepping on it automatically calms the mind and spirit.

The ceiling is inlaid with hundreds of star-shaped stones the size of pigeon eggs, simulating a real, dazzling starry sky.

Even the potted plants placed in the corner are Heavenly Wood Vine, which can absorb and exhale the divine power of heaven and earth.

However, this living room had just experienced a storm.

Starfall stood in the center of the living room.

The heterochromatic eyes were fixed on the projection screen in front of them.

The screen plays a loop of promotional videos for the Blood Pact War of All Races.

Lin Yuan's name was prominently displayed as the leader of the human vanguard.

"Bang!"

Xingyun swung his right arm and smashed the coffee table in front of him, which was carved from a single piece of star crystal.

An elderly man standing behind the sofa lowered his head slightly to avoid the flying crystal shards.

The old man's name was Chen Fu. He had gray hair and was dressed in a well-fitting gray butler's uniform.

He was only at the fourth level of demigod, which was far from enough in a place like Starry Sky University, where geniuses gathered and demigods were as common as dogs.

But he has lived for nearly a thousand years and is the only confidant that Xingyun painstakingly recruited from outside the family's spies.

"Explain yourself." Xingyun turned her head, stared at Uncle Fu, and squeezed out the words through clenched teeth: "I asked you to release the clues about Lin Yuan's divine realm coordinates."

"I've already finished military training, why haven't I heard anything from him?"

Uncle Fu sighed, stepped forward, and bowed slightly.

"Young Master, the clues have indeed been released, and several informants in the black market who specialize in selling intelligence have also taken the orders."

"As long as someone is determined to investigate, they will definitely be able to find the coordinates of the edge of the Lin Yuan Divine Realm."

"We did it very discreetly, leaving no trace pointing to you."

"And what was the result?" Xingyun stood up, approached Uncle Fu, and the pressure of a fifth-level demigod directly pressed down on the old man.

"Don't tell me those tycoons and powerful families are all blind!"

"They'd fight tooth and nail over mining rights in a high-risk star region, and now some nobody has climbed above them, and they're just standing by and doing nothing?"

Despite the oppressive aura, Uncle Fu raised his head, a hint of helplessness in his cloudy eyes.

"They're not blind; they're very shrewd."

"Young Master, you have underestimated the value that Lin Yuan is currently demonstrating, and you have also underestimated the patience of those old foxes."

Uncle Fu paused, observed Xingyun's expression, and continued his report.

"The vanguard leader has a military background, and Wen Muxue personally came forward to protect him."

"These three conditions combined are enough to make any top-tier power think twice before taking action."

"They are in a wait-and-see mode. Several top conglomerates have even suppressed proposals from radical factions within their organizations."

"The Zhao family in the Sirius District originally threatened to hire someone to commit murder."

"As a result, the Zhao family patriarch came out of seclusion, broke the young master's legs, and locked him in solitary confinement."

Starfall's breathing became heavy, and he said in a deep voice.

"The Zhao family patriarch personally intervened? Are they afraid?"

"It's a trade-off," Uncle Fu shook his head. "They felt that offending a future top expert for the sake of a spot was too risky."

"They are more focused on cooperation."

"I have received reliable information that some reclusive ancient families are preparing to send their direct descendants to Lin Yuan for marriage after the Blood Pact War."

When Xingyun heard the word "marriage alliance," the corner of his eye twitched a few times.

"A marriage alliance? They want to win him over? A bunch of opportunistic good-for-nothings!"

"Yes." Uncle Fu nodded. "Of course, some second-rate families with no sense of propriety also released assassins to try to post bounties on the black market or directly invade Lin Yuan's divine realm."

"But these movements are too rough."

"And the result?"

"They're all dead." Uncle Fu's tone was grave, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

"The law enforcement team of Starry Sky University and the military's sentries had already protected Lin Yuan."

"Those assassins didn't even get close to the crystal wall system of the Lin Yuan Divine Realm before they were blasted into cosmic dust by the military's interstellar destroyers."

"Several assassins who took orders on the black market also died mysteriously in the past two days."

Xingyun sat back down on the sofa, covered her face with her hands, and dug her fingers deep into her hair.

"Why should I..." Xingyun's voice was full of resentment.

He should have been at the center of it all.

He awakened the dual SS-level divine domain [Mechanical Martial God Kingdom], and he endured the inhuman torment of his bloodline reversion.

He climbed to his current position step by step, despite the pressure from the old monster in his family.

According to his original plan, after the military training, he would crush all the freshmen with an absolute advantage.

He will stand at the highest point of the ring and receive cheers from the entire school.

Military bigwigs would personally meet with him, and tycoon leaders would line up to give him resources.

He will become the leader of the Blood Pact War among all races, leading the human race's prodigies to dominate the star battlefield and become the Federation's most dazzling new star.

Those who once looked down on him, his direct descendants, would kneel at his feet, trembling, begging for his charity.

Now, all of this is ruined.

Lin Yuan took over the position of leader.

Lin Yuan stole the attention of the military and the financial magnates.

He, a peerless genius of the dual SS-level God Realm, was reduced to a subordinate position, competing for a mere ordinary spot in the battle!

"Young Master," Uncle Fu said softly, trying to comfort Xingyun as he looked at her pained expression.

"Lin Yuan is too powerful right now, it's difficult for us to touch him. It's better to be patient for a while, there's plenty of time later."

Xingyun lowered her hand and looked coldly at Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu continued, "With the start of the Blood Pact War among all races, Lin Yuan, as the leader, will inevitably become the primary target of the alien races."

"Those alien gods, celestial spirits, and demons will definitely save their strongest killing moves for him."

"We can sit in the back, preserve our strength, and reap the benefits later."

"The battlefield is ever-changing, and it's uncertain whether Lin Yuan will be able to return alive."

"As long as you survive to the end, you are still a winner."