Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Wasteland God Realm.

A thousand years have passed in this closed demiplane.

After devouring Blood Raven's demigod-level seventh-tier divine domain, which it had cultivated for many years, the Wasteland Divine Domain experienced another period of protracted and unbridled growth.

A new tectonic plate was born.

The scorched earth, a mixture of dark red and pure black, spread into the depths of the void.

The spatial crystal wall shattered and was subsequently replaced by an even thicker barrier of laws.

The area data on the Divine Realm panel was skyrocketing at an alarming rate.

Twenty million square kilometers.

Thirty million square kilometers.

Ultimately, the expansion stalled at 45 million square kilometers.

It has more than tripled.

The newly opened territory is littered with the ruins of the Blood Raven God Realm.

The ruins of skyscrapers, broken asphalt roads, the skeletal remains of ordinary people drained of their blood, and the mechanical fragments in a mass slaughterhouse.

Even the load-bearing pillars inscribed with the Yin Gathering Array were all dragged in intact.

The servants of the Wasteland God Realm displayed a chilling greed.

They were like a swarm of locusts that hadn't eaten for epochs, with only devouring and plundering in their eyes.

The bottom of the River Styx.

Tens of millions of bone fish and liquid gold crabs dart through the murky water.

They used sharp pincers and bone spikes to cut through the alloy steel plates and demonic corpses that had sunk to the bottom of the sea.

A mutated bony fish, hundreds of meters long, opened its massive mouth and swallowed half of a load-bearing pillar inscribed with arrays.

The death energy within it eroded the demonic energy on the pillar, transforming it into its own foundation.

The liquid gold crabs used their ability to collapse space to forcibly compress one modern hospital after another.

They transported them underwater and built eerie metal nests.

Continental surface.

The worker insects were lined up in a long, densely packed line that stretched as far as the eye could see.

They saw through the building's steel bars and gnawed at the remaining flesh and blood.

The spiritual soil on the ground, stained with the blood essence of demonic cultivators, was completely scraped clean by them.

Hundreds of millions of supplies were transported to countless insect nests.

The dark purple fleshy walls of the insect nest writhed, rapidly decomposing and absorbing these remnants imbued with demonic cultivation laws, transforming them into nutrient solution.

The tyrannical demons in the central basin are even more brutal.

They carried the dilapidated alchemy factories to the edge of the Blood Abyss Sea.

With a powerful thrust, the massive arm hurled the entire factory into the Blood Abyss Sea.

The thugs jumped in, letting the seawater wash over their bodies.

They extracted the purified metal elements and the remaining potent medicinal properties of the top-grade medicine to enhance their liquid gold armor.

Eat dry wipe.

They don't even spare a single screw or a drop of discarded demonic blood.

With this thousand-year acceleration, the sole main theme of the Wasteland God Realm was digesting this enormous foundation.

central basin.

Having devoured the complete origin of the seventh-level demigod's divine domain, the Great Void Calamity Annihilation - End Mother Tree underwent a minor transformation.

The main trunk broke through the limit of 900,000 meters, soaring all the way, and finally broke through the million-meter mark!

It truly transformed into a "Cosmic Pillar" that supports the entire plane.

The enormous canopy of the tree obscures the entire sky, and the illusory shadows of stars appear and disappear among the leaves.

On the black and gold-colored tree trunk, chaotic energy surged and roared.

Beside the five imprints of the laws that preceded them, two more profound totems reappeared.

A crimson hue, like blood, radiated an extreme, corrosive malice.

Another pale, bone-white, chilling aura of decay.

The seven fragments of the Laws intertwined and shone on the tree trunk, which was millions of meters high.

Thunder, extreme cold, space, metal and stone, qi and blood, plus the newly incorporated blood and bones.

Seven enormous halos of light, centered on the mother tree, enveloped the entire central basin.

And it radiates to the land area of ​​45 million square kilometers.

With each breath, the mother tree exhales a dense, solid crystal of spiritual energy.

These crystals, accompanied by a shower of light from fragments of the laws, were scattered across the earth.

Within the divine realm, the threshold for all living beings to comprehend the laws was forcibly lowered by the Mother Tree.

The previously obscure and difficult-to-understand underlying logic of the universe is now laid bare before all its followers, like a peeled egg.

The Demon Clan, especially those entrenched in the central basin and closest to the Mother Tree, are particularly favored.

They only need to raise their heads to see directly the trajectory of the laws.

As the liquid metal body was washed by the light rain, it automatically recorded the frequencies of these laws.

The number of the Demon race exceeded 30 million in the following ten years of reproduction.

Thirty million monstrous beasts, lowest rank, peak Diamond level.

They don't need to cultivate, they don't need to meditate, and they don't even need to think much.

Their daily routine consists only of fighting.

Waking up from sleep, then starting a fight.

To reproduce and fight.

They fight over meat while eating.

In the struggle for habitat closer to the mother tree, the Central Basin is witnessing daily battles of the highest caliber.

The inner ring of the basin, an area less than fifty kilometers from the roots of the mother tree.

The light and rain of laws are most concentrated here.

Two extraordinary high-level tyrannical demons, each over 500 meters tall, are vying for a territory rich in fragments of the laws of space and gravity.

The demon on the left has three heads and eight arms growing from its ribs.

The liquid metal on its surface has a dark black-gold color and is covered with natural resistance patterns.

The tyrant on the right has two heads and six arms, with a pair of wings formed from pure void energy spreading from its back, and its body surface shimmering with golden light and lightning.

There was no probing during the battle.

The three-headed, eight-armed demon let out a roar that shattered the clouds, and all eight of its hands opened simultaneously.

Eight highly collapsed gravitational black holes took shape in the palm of your hand.

It suddenly clasped its hands together.

Eight black holes forcibly overlapped and merged, transforming into a dark matter sphere exuding an aura of annihilation, which was then pressed directly into the opponent's chest.

The two-headed, six-armed demon neither dodged nor avoided.

Its two empty wings unfolded behind it, causing the surrounding space to fold infinitely.

Six arms were simultaneously covered with a layer of high-frequency oscillating liquid gold blade light, and they clashed with the dark matter sphere.

Boom!

The extremely compressed gravitational field collided with the high-frequency oscillation of physical cutting.

The space within a radius of a hundred miles was instantly covered with spider web-like cracks.

The six arms of the two-headed, six-armed tyrant were ripped into a cloud of blood mist the instant they made contact with the gravitational black hole.

Large swaths of flesh and blood on its chest evaporated, revealing dark golden bones.

But it didn't even frown.

My heart was pounding wildly inside my body.

The shredded flesh and liquid metal flowed backward in mid-air, and were reassembled within 0.1 seconds.

Six new arms grew back, even thicker than before.

At the same time, its liquid gold armor glowed with a dazzling red light.

Kinetic energy reflection!

Half of the gravity damage inflicted by the three-headed, eight-armed tyrant was absorbed by the liquid metal armor.

Then, following the six newly formed arms, a pure kinetic energy shockwave slammed into the three heads of the three-headed, eight-armed tyrannical demon.

boom!

All three heads exploded simultaneously.

The headless body staggered back two steps, crushing more than a dozen mountains beneath its feet.

The next moment, the flesh at the neck writhed, and three brand-new heads emerged, their eyes burning with an even more ferocious fighting spirit.

This is what makes the Demon Clan so perverse.

The Titan's physique, extreme regeneration, and the kinetic energy conversion and reflection of its liquid metal body.

In addition, it possesses extremely high combat intelligence and versatile forms.

Killing a monster of the same rank is harder than climbing to heaven.

Another battlefield.

A monstrous demon with four wings on its back tore through space and appeared above its opponent.

Its four arms gripped its opponent's shoulders tightly, and it opened its blood-red maw to bite down on the opponent's neck.

The monstrous creature that was bitten did not struggle. Instead, countless sharp liquid gold spikes grew from its body, piercing its kin on the back into a sieve.

Blood gushed out, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere.

Neither of the two monstrous demons showed any sign of stopping.

They writhed in the pool of blood, tearing at and pounding at each other. Every punch contained gravitational potential energy powerful enough to sink a continent.

It was reduced to a bloody mist, then instantly reformed.

The bones shattered and healed in the blink of an eye.

As long as that Unending Blood Heart continues to beat, as long as there is still a drop of liquid gold remaining.

They can recover completely in a very short time and continue fighting.

This abnormal survival ability has led to a rather awkward situation.

Among all races in the entire realm of gods, the Demon race has the lowest probability of triggering the [End and Origin] Divine Shard effect.

Because they simply cannot comprehend what a true dead end is.

In the end, both sides are usually exhausted, so they find a place to lie down and take a nap, and then continue fighting when they wake up.

They are so powerful that even death becomes a luxury.

Only the monthly divine blessing can make these monsters truly feel the threat of death.

On the main trunk of the mother tree, 20,000 miniature world prototypes—the Sumeru Tree Nests—radiate a dim light.

On this day of every month, the mother tree produces a massive amount of living metallic cocoons.

Extraordinary flesh embryos, epic flesh embryos, and the most core legendary flesh embryos.

In the center of the Blood Abyss Sea, the thousand-meter-tall tyrant opened its eyes.

It has already surpassed the epic tier.

The primary task at present is to solidify the foundation and refine the integration between the two fields.

It only needs to devour enough epic-level flesh embryos to replenish its energy, and has no need for legendary-level flesh embryos for the time being.

With a wave of his hand, the tyrant swept away hundreds of epic-level flesh embryos and sank them back into the sea.

The remaining fleshy embryos, like a dark golden meteor shower, crashed into the central basin.

At that moment, the tyrant went completely mad.

In the fight for the fetus, there are no rules, no one-on-one duels.

Tens of thousands of monstrous demons rushed toward the same legendary flesh embryo.

In order to seize that sliver of opportunity to directly leapfrog into a higher realm, they no longer hold back any trump cards.

Gravitational fields crushed each other, spatial blades crisscrossed and cut, and void storms raged within the basin.

A monstrous demon that had just touched the legendary fleshy fetus was attacked by a dozen or so of its own kind before it could even swallow it.

Eight gravitational black holes, more than a dozen void cuts, and countless liquid gold spears simultaneously struck its body.

Even a Titan's body would crumble under such terrifying concentrated fire.

Its physical body completely evaporated, and the [Unending Blood Heart] inside its body was directly crushed.

True death has arrived.

Just as its consciousness was about to completely dissipate.

A hidden yet extremely domineering energy emerges from the depths of its genes.

【The End and the Origin】!

At the end of destruction lies new life.

The scattered soul particles suddenly contracted, and the evaporated liquid metal was forcibly gathered within 0.1 seconds.

Not only did it revive on the spot, but the black-gold luster on its surface became several times deeper.

Its aura broke through the bottleneck of the extraordinary peak directly, and faintly touched the threshold of the epic level.

It let out a roar and slapped one of its own kind into the ground with its backhand.

Only in such a chaotic and bloody stronghold would the mortality rate of the Violent Demon race skyrocket.

Only when the very origin of life is on the verge of collapse, and forbidden forces involving the underlying logic of the universe are awakened within a very small number of violent demons.

Death, resurrection, explosive growth.

Having survived and seized the flesh fetus, the tyrannical demon, with its broken yet even more terrifying body, burrowed into the Sumeru Tree Nest on the main trunk of the mother tree.

The time flow rate inside the tree nest can be up to five times faster.

They secluded themselves inside, digesting the energy of the fetus and enduring the genetic backlash brought about by the breakthrough.

The gray-white patterns on the inner wall of the tree nest shimmered, signifying the arrival of the mother tree's will.

It forcibly absorbed 80% of the backlash risk, ensuring that these elite relatives could successfully break through to the next level.

In the Sumeru world, one year is equivalent to five years in the outside world.

The demons slept peacefully inside, awaiting their transformation upon their next awakening.

The Zerg in the New World are also enjoying the revelry in the Central Basin.

New World Center.

The mutated demonic tree offspring, fed by the insectoid race with massive resources, has now grown to over 100,000 meters tall.

Although it is only a low-end version of the mother tree, it possesses almost all the characteristics of the mother tree.

The Zerg have a strict class system and extremely cruel resource allocation.

The Insect King, the Overlord Insect, and those Phaseless Source Insects that have completed multiple adaptations firmly occupy the most central positions around the subtree.

They dominate the Sumeru world on the subtree, monopolize the highest-level physical body, and occupy the best position for comprehending the laws.

As for the remaining hundreds of millions of lower-level Zerg branches, they can only eat the bones that the others have gnawed away.

The Zerg's overall combat power has once again seen a new leap forward.

Especially those monsters at the top of the pyramid.

A phaseless source of parasites that have undergone four adaptations.

This group of abnormal insects, numbering less than 100,000, has completely deviated from the category of conventional organisms.

When the mother tree extracts the [Law of Blood] and the [Law of Dry Bones] and radiates them throughout the entire area.

This group of phaseless protozoa, which had adapted four times, immediately demonstrated amazing adaptability.

They showed great interest in these two newly emerging laws.

Tens of thousands of formless source insects flew out of the new continent and plunged into the depths of the ruins filled with the corpses of demonic cultivators and the withered bones of mortals.

Instead of devouring flesh and blood, they focused on the remaining blood and bones.

A phaseless source worm hovered in mid-air.

Dark red lines began to appear on the surface of its carapace.

It is forcibly analyzing the operating logic of the Law of Blood.

It took less than a month.

The carapace of this phaseless worm is covered with pale white bony spurs.

It raised its forelimbs and gently slashed at a mountain of bones below, a mountain made up of millions of mortal bones.

The remaining bone marrow deep within the bone mountain boiled, transforming into crimson rivers of blood that surged skyward.

The blood spun rapidly in mid-air, condensing into tens of thousands of sharp blood blades.

Each blood-stained blade is imbued with extremely strong corrosive and life-draining effects.

Immediately afterwards, its wings trembled slightly.

The Law of Dry Bones is activated.

The massive mountain of bones began to disintegrate.

Countless pale bones automatically spliced ​​and recombined in mid-air, transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant white bone dragon a thousand meters long.

The dragon's eye sockets burned with dark blue karmic fire, and it let out a silent roar to the sky.

Blood manipulation, bone remodeling.

They don't even need to set up formations or refine essence blood like demonic cultivators.

With just a thought, one can drain the blood of every living creature within a hundred miles and turn their bones into weapons.

The other one, a phaseless source worm, is even more exaggerated.

It burrowed directly into an abandoned pool of blood.

A few days later, the blood pool dried up.

It hatched and shrank to less than two meters in size.

But with each breath it takes, it triggers a resonance of blood in the surrounding space.

A group of Platinum-tier Zerg passing by, before even getting within a hundred meters of it, had their bodily fluids burst out, forming clumps of blood mist that merged into its body.

The four-times-adapted Phaseless Source Worm has become a top-tier killing weapon within the Divine Realm.

They lurked quietly deep within the dark purple insect nest.

Absorbing the laws, refining the genes.