Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The next morning.

Lin Yuan stood in the center of the living room of Villa No. 079.

He wore a dark, shadowless cloak and star-studded boots.

He had already refined these two semi-divine artifacts, and they now appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary black trench coat and a pair of dark combat boots.

Suddenly, a rhythmic knocking sounded at the door, and Lin Yuan went to open it.

A middle-aged man in a light gray Zhongshan suit stood outside the door, his gold-rimmed glasses gleaming under the artificial starlight.

Su Changfeng.

The admissions office of Starry Sky University, the first teacher to bring Lin Yuan to Starry Sky University.

Su Changfeng stood outside the door, looking at the boy standing on the threshold, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Six months ago, he met Lin Yuan for the first time in Linjiang.

At that time, I only regarded Lin Yuan as a commoner genius who was lucky enough to trigger a talent mutation.

In an attempt to probe his true intentions, he used his mental power to investigate, only to be instantly repelled by the terrifying will within Lin Yuan.

At that time, Su Changfeng was certain that this kid would definitely make waves at Starry Sky University, and he would definitely have a place in the Blood Pact Battle of Ten Thousand Races.

As it turned out, he was still too conservative.

Only six months later.

At this moment, Lin Yuan simply stood at the doorway, without releasing any pressure.

But in Su Changfeng's perception, the boy in front of him was like a bottomless, pitch-black abyss.

He tried to sense Lin Yuan's realm, but the moment his spiritual power touched him, it was like a mud ox entering the sea, completely swallowed up by an invisible force.

Su Changfeng broke out in a cold sweat.

He was a powerful demigod at the ninth level, just one step away from condensing a divine spark and supporting the divine realm in the universe.

In front of this eighteen-year-old boy, he had the absurd illusion that he might not be able to beat him if the other party wanted to.

Su Changfeng composed himself and forcibly suppressed the pounding in his heart.

I am a demigod at the ninth level. Even if this kid is incredibly talented, he shouldn't be able to make me feel afraid. Absolutely not.

Su Changfeng adjusted his facial expression, his attitude becoming many times more enthusiastic than it had been six months ago.

"Good morning, Lin Yuan." Su Changfeng said in a familiar tone, "I am your teacher in this Blood Pact War of Ten Thousand Races."

"I will be responsible for all the arrangements and logistical support for the rest of the trip."

Su Changfeng smiled warmly on the surface, but inwardly he was bitterly smiling.

Although that's what he said, he knew very well why the school's higher-ups had sent him there.

The team that led this time to the front line was composed entirely of terrifying beings at the True God level or above, with Wen Muxue being the most representative of the killing gods among them.

They put him, a demigod at level nine, into this team, calling him a fellow teacher, but frankly, he's just a high-class babysitter.

He was specifically responsible for handling the daily chores of this group of prodigies and coordinating intelligence from the front lines.

Lin Yuan nodded and stepped out of the villa: "Thank you for your help, Teacher Su."

"It's my duty." Su Changfeng took out a jade talisman from his pocket and exerted force with his five fingers.

Click.

The jade talisman shattered.

The silvery-white power of spatial laws enveloped the two of them.

Vision briefly blurred.

The next instant, Lin Yuan's feet landed on the metal deck.

Looking up, you see a hidden starport built deep within an asteroid belt.

Ahead, a dark-colored interstellar warship, tens of thousands of meters long, was moored.

A giant sword piercing the stars is carved at the bow of the ship, exuding a cold and murderous aura of iron and blood.

"Lin Yuan, why don't you go aboard and find a place to rest?" Su Changfeng pointed to the open hatch of the warship.

"I still need to pick up a few other classmates, they'll be here shortly."

"it is good."

Lin Yuan strode towards the cabin door.

After passing through a long metal corridor, Lin Yuan entered the rest hall inside the warship.

The hall was extremely spacious, with a dome simulating a dazzling starry sky, and a circular high-end star beast leather sofa placed in the center.

At this moment, there was only one person in the hall.

A young man dressed in a flashy white robe was sitting with his legs crossed, holding a glass of high-end spirit wine in his hand.

White nights.

Hearing footsteps, Bai Ye turned around.

The moment he saw Lin Yuan, his eyes lit up, and he immediately threw the wine glass in his hand aside.

"Brother Lin Yuan!"

Bai Ye stood up and came forward, his face beaming with a warm smile.

"A day apart feels like three autumns; I've missed you so much, little brother!"

Lin Yuan stopped and his gaze swept over Bai Ye.

After not seeing him for a few days, the kid's demeanor had undergone a dramatic change.

Although the law of death on Bai Ye's body was dense, it was still relatively pure.

Now, that aura of death is mixed with a cold, viscous, and eerie fluctuation.

It was like an ancient corpse dug out of the tomb of some ancient god, with a faint sense of destruction that distorted space.

It seems that this King of the Sneaks has spared no expense and poured a lot of resources into himself in order to secure a spot in this Blood Pact War.

Their strength has clearly seen a qualitative leap.

"Brother Lin Yuan, you have no idea what kind of life I've been living these past few days!"

Bai Ye moved closer and, without Lin Yuan needing to say anything, immediately launched into a stand-up comedy routine.

"Those freshmen, and those guys from the regular tactics squad, they're a pack of mad dogs!"

"The selection process was incredibly fierce! I braved a hail of bullets, overcame numerous obstacles, and fought my way through a group of monsters."

Bai Ye was spitting as he spoke, gesturing exaggerated fighting poses with his hands in the air.

Lin Yuan walked past the gesticulating Bai Ye, went to the circular sofa, and chose a comfortable spot to sit down.

He skillfully activated his brain's "automatic filtering of nonsense" mechanism.

Let it go in one ear and out the other, only capturing any useful information that might be present in the other person's words.

Seeing Lin Yuan sit down, Bai Ye immediately followed and continued to recount his glorious achievements.

Lin Yuan leaned back on the sofa, looking up at the simulated starry sky above him, his breathing steady.

It lasted for a full ten minutes.

Bai Ye finally felt his mouth was dry and stopped to take a big gulp of spiritual wine.

"Are you done talking?" Lin Yuan glanced at him.

"My personal glorious deeds have come to an end for now." Bai Ye chuckled, leaned closer and lowered his voice, "Now, let's talk about serious matters."

Lin Yuan sat up straight, deactivating the chatter filter.

"This selection competition has produced a few formidable figures." Bai Ye's playful smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

"I won't talk about Chu Xiaoxiao, we know her inside and out. Her mechanical plague gets more and more disgusting as time goes on, she's a pure battlefield troublemaker."

"What I want to focus on is that woman, Su Yueying."

When Bai Ye mentioned this name, the corner of his eye twitched involuntarily.

"Brother Lin Yuan, do you still remember Su Yueying's divine realm and her retinue during the class placement exam?"

Lin Yuan nodded.

The S-rank divine realm, [Holy Light Judgment], has a retinue of traditional angels.

Proficient in light magic, healing, purification, and ranged holy light strikes.

"Forget about her." Bai Ye waved his hand forcefully. "Forget about that Miss Su from before completely."

"This woman was like a completely different person during the selection competition."

Bai Ye swallowed hard, his eyes glazed over.

"Her angelic retinue has all changed."

"Those birdmen with white wings, staffs, and singing hymns in the sky have all turned into berserkers!"

"His wings turned dark gold, and he no longer held a staff, but a heavy greatsword as wide as a door."

Bai Ye gestured with both hands to indicate an exaggerated length.

"A sword strike came down, carrying the flames of judgment that could burn through space, along with terrifying gravitational suppression."

Bai Ye shivered.

"This is too brutal. These are not angels, they are clearly a group of abyssal butchers dressed in holy robes."

After listening, Lin Yuan had a completely new assessment of Su Yueying's strength.

To stand out in a place like Starry Sky University, where monsters gather, this fellow townsman from Linjiang City has clearly ushered in her own opportunity.

"That's not even the most outrageous part," Bai Ye added, seeing that Lin Yuan was listening intently.

"There's a guy named Starfall on our advance roster."

Lin Yuan nodded.

Bai Ye had mentioned this name a few times in previous messages.

"This guy is a real freak." Bai Ye's tone was noticeably sour at this point.

"He comes from an ancient, reclusive family in the Central Sector of the Federation. The Star Family."

"The Xing family members are born with the bloodline of some ancient deity flowing through their veins."

Before the Starfall College Entrance Examination, the Divine Realm Talent was only A-level in the [Ancient Martial Continent].

"As a result, with the help of his family elders, this guy successfully completed his bloodline awakening."

Bai Ye gritted his teeth, gripping the leather edge of the sofa tightly with both hands.

"100% Divine Realm Talent Second Awakening Mutation After the Day After Tomorrow!"

"His A-level talent has directly leaped to the [Mechanical Martial God Kingdom], a dual S-level talent!"

"Brother Lin Yuan, do you understand what this means? Double S-level! At most, only two or three high school seniors awaken this every year."

Bai Ye looked up and sighed deeply, his face filled with grief and indignation.

"They're both from prestigious families, so why was he able to awaken his bloodline and transform from an A-rank to a double S-rank big shot?"

"My Bai family is a respectable family, so why don't I have this kind of hidden bloodline? My S+ level Netherworld Kingdom suddenly doesn't seem so appealing anymore."

Lin Yuan watched Bai Ye's distraught expression and remained silent for a moment.

After all, the other party provided so much valuable information, so I have to give back in return.

"Take it easy," Lin Yuan said, racking his brains for a word of comfort.

"Talent determines the lower limit, shamelessness determines the upper limit."

"In this respect, you've already reached god-like level."

Bai Ye was stunned for a moment.

He blinked, seemingly trying to figure out whether the sentence was a compliment or an insult.

Only two seconds passed.

The grief and indignation on Bai Ye's face vanished, replaced by his usual arrogant demeanor.

"Brother Lin Yuan is absolutely right!"

Bai Ye slapped his thigh and straightened up again.

"So what if you're a double S-class? So what if you're a mutated angel? So what if you're a mechanical plague?"

He stood up, placed one foot on the coffee table, and struck a pose that exuded an air of dominance.

"In this selection competition, Miss Su's [Holy Light Judgment] is a natural counter to the undead, and Chu Xiaoxiao's [Mechanical Plague] is also effective against the undead."

"Despite the pressure from two formidable rivals, I still fought my way through the selection trials and successfully secured a spot in the competition!"

"That poker-faced Chu Xiaoxiao, pushing up her glasses, isn't she still beneath me, forced to submit to me?"

Bai Ye became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly.

"When we reach the battlefield of all races, I will surely shine brightly and show those alien races what the undead calamity truly means!"

Lin Yuan looked at the guy in front of him who had fallen back into self-indulgence and boasting, and raised his hand to his forehead.

Failed.

If I had known this thing was a spring, I should have stepped on it a couple more times.