Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Wasteland God Realm.

On the vast continent of 50.6 million square kilometers, the sky, interwoven with dark red and pure black, suddenly tore open.

Gods and divine realms are inherently intertwined, sharing life and death.

As the Creator experienced a leap in the level of life in the outside world, this demiplane naturally underwent a transformation.

Deep within the cracks in the dome, two vast and boundless forces, seemingly different in nature, poured in.

Holy glory, war.

The two laws of the True God level, through the soul anchor points established by the Creator, landed on this divine realm.

In the far north, a cluster of active volcanoes stretching for millions of miles erupted in unison.

The fire rules extracted from the Holy Light Laws are like thousands of fire dragons burrowing into the depths of the Earth's mantle.

The fire spirits, who dwell in the crater, roared in unison.

The flame patterns on their bodies lit up as they greedily absorbed the fire element in the air, which was now significantly more concentrated, causing their aura to rise steadily.

At the bottom of the River Styx, the Blood-Stained Skeleton Fish and the Void Abyss Undead were also caught in an instinctive frenzy.

The deathly aura in the water intertwined and merged with the blood rules of war, giving rise to dark red energy vortexes.

central basin.

Dark crimson-gold blood mist enveloped the entire Blood Abyss Sea.

This group of liquid metal muscle monsters collectively went berserk.

The six-armed tyrannical demon, towering a thousand meters tall, roared to the sky, its eyes bloodshot.

The demons, who were originally taking a bath, suddenly started fighting each other in the Blood Abyss Sea.

A fist smashed the skull, a hammer shattered the chest cavity, and broken metal limbs flew everywhere.

The laws of war stimulate every cell in them, turning this daily internal struggle into one carnival after another.

In just a few breaths.

The concentrations of elements such as light, fire, fervor, destruction, and slaughter within the Wasteland God Realm have increased dramatically, rising several levels.

The million-meter-tall Taixu Calamity Annihilation - End Mother Tree stands between heaven and earth.

The massive canopy obscured half the sky, and the chaotic air currents swirling among the branches and leaves rippled under the impact.

On the incredibly thick trunk, a liquid of black gold and dark iron color writhed rapidly.

A metallic face, larger than a mountain, slowly emerged.

The eyes cracked open, revealing a swirling starry sky within.

The demon tree fully awakened from its half-asleep state.

As the number one worker in the Wasteland God Realm.

The World Pillar that supports the entire dimensional crystal system, the Demon Tree possesses an extremely high (perhaps) level of autonomy.

It immediately detected the changes caused by the Creator absorbing the fragments of divinity.

The metallic face lifted slightly, its deep gaze piercing through the clouds, watching the two great torrents continuously descending from the sky.

Starry Sky's eyes conveyed a humanistic and thoughtful emotion.

It carefully sensed these two streams of fresh energy.

The Demon Tree showed great interest in one of the dark reddish-gold "War" laws.

Chaos, slaughter, destruction, bloodshed.

The origin of war, formed by the intertwining of these four forces, is simply a perfect delicacy tailor-made for the Wasteland God Realm.

The Law of Blood needs no further explanation.

The crimson, blood-red mark of law on the trunk of the Demon Tree had long ago proclaimed its authority in the realm of blood.

As for chaos, killing, and destruction.

The Wasteland God Realm has undergone several time accelerations, and the time flowing within it is close to ten thousand years.

What has been the main theme of the divine realm over these nearly ten thousand years?

It was the destruction caused by a tyrant smashing a mountain with a single punch.

It is the Zerg's slaughter of devouring all flesh and blood.

It is the chaotic dismemberment of its own kind by bone fish at the bottom of the River Styx.

On this land of over 50 million square kilometers, every grain of sand is imbued with the resentment of living beings fighting each other.

Every drop of Styx water dissolves the bone fragments of the defeated.

There has never been peace and order here.

It is an ultimate breeding ground for Gu poison, a never-ending furnace for refining Gu poison.

When the laws of war descend upon this place, it's like a dragon returning to the sea—the compatibility is outrageously high.

The Demon Tree clicked its tongue, a slightly ferocious smile spreading across its metallic face.

This thing is very interesting. It feels that it can take it and use it in advance, as a gift to benefit the divine realm's followers.

His gaze shifted to another milky-white "Holy Radiance" law.

The smile on the giant metal face vanished instantly, and the massive tree trunk trembled almost imperceptibly, revealing its obvious disdain.

The Holy Light Law is a profound blend of light and fire.

The Demon Tree did not reject the laws of fire within it.

Its root system branches out and takes root in the volcanic clusters of the far north.

They were subjected to the karmic fire stirred up by those mutated fire spirits day and night.

They were already used to this high-temperature burning, and could even draw some special fire resistance from it.

What it truly finds tiresome is the pure "light" principle within it.

There was no real harm, and there was no question of elemental clash; it was purely a physiological dislike.

The Mother Tree of the End represents annihilation and nothingness.

Its eyes held only the deep starry sky and the destructive storm.

This all-encompassing, dazzling, and purifying light made it feel obstructed and uncomfortable all over.

The demon tree yawned, its disgust deepening on its metallic face.

It decisively abandoned the idea of ​​interfering with the Holy Light Law.

It's better to let this power gradually settle and evolve over the long years through the self-operation of the divine realm.

The Demon Tree said it couldn't actively absorb and cultivate this thing; it was too disgusting a tree.

After making the decision, the Demon Tree focused all its attention on the laws of war.

It's going to pull off something big.

The main trunk, a million meters high, roared, and chaotic air currents swirled back.

The instruction has been issued.

A network of small red trees, spanning 50.6 million square kilometers, bursts forth with a scarlet glow at the same time.

At the bottom of the main channel of the River Styx, which stretches for tens of thousands of miles in the far east.

The lingering resentment and deathly aura left behind by countless liquid gold crabs and bone fish that died in battle over the past ten thousand years.

Drawn by its red roots, it bursts through the water and soars into the sky.

Deep in the far north, amidst a cluster of volcanoes.

The berserk factors left behind by the Fire Spirit Clan's countless battles and the devouring of alien laws that triggered their explosions.

As the earth's veins surged, they converged into long, dark red underground rivers.

The Blood Abyss Sea boiled and churned.

The liquid metal remnants and fanatical fighting spirit that the Demon Clan had carried in the sea for generations condensed into a materialized dark gold storm that swept across the sky.

Deep underground and within countless insect nests on the surface, the lingering obsession of devouring, left behind by the decomposition of billions of insectoid corpses, also joined this massive gathering.

The accumulated bloodshed, chaos, and destruction of the Wasteland God Realm, which had been dormant for nearly ten thousand years, erupted in full force under the forceful extraction of the Demon Tree.

Above the sky, the wind and clouds change color.

Four beams of malevolent energy pierced through the clouds from the four directions—east, west, south, and north—and converged on the mother tree in the central basin.

The dark crimson-gold war law descending from the sky immediately resonated strongly with this native malevolent energy, which was of the same origin but even larger and more robust.

The foreign fragments of divine rules collided with the endless foundation accumulated over millennia by the native tree above its canopy.

There was no rejection, no resistance.

Only an extreme fit, like water and milk blending together.

The divine framework within the laws of war quickly embraced the violent essence of the Wasteland God Realm.

Chaotic elements find an outlet, breaking rules gains a tangible form, and the aura of slaughter is sublimated into a spiritual essence.

Among them, the "Blood Mark," which was as red as blood and exuded extreme corrosive malice, suddenly burst out with dazzling light.

Blood is the most direct carrier of war.

Under the impact of the grand war origin, the mark of blood began to tremble.

It began to actively deconstruct.

The scarlet totem patterns melted and flowed directly into the dark reddish-gold energy above.

That's it.

The Law of Blood has officially become the core bond that binds chaos, slaughter, and destruction.

The demon tree emitted a soul-stirring, exhilarating hum.

The starry eyes on the giant metal face shone brightly.

It opened its enormous mouth, generating an irresistible suction force.

The war essence in the sky, which had merged and undergone a qualitative change, was directly absorbed into the demon tree's body.

At the spot where the blood mark had just melted, a wisp of dark reddish-gold light broke through the tree bark.

Dark purple threads form the outer framework, while the damaged black fills in the internal veins.

Pure malevolent energy ignited the core node, and the crimson aura of the Blood Rule flowed throughout the body.

The four tyrannical forces achieved perfect balance under the suppression of the mighty power of the Mother Tree of the End.

Clang!

A clear, ringing sound resounded throughout the entire Wasteland God Realm.

On the trunk of the million-meter-tall tree, a brand-new mark has been fully revealed.

The marks of war.

A dark reddish-gold halo radiated outwards in a ring from the mother tree.

As the halo swept across, the blood flow in all the followers suddenly accelerated, and an inextinguishable fighting spirit ignited deep within their souls.

Between heaven and earth, the wind howled, and the dark golden raindrops of spiritual energy became even denser.

The mother tree's metallic face slowly closed its eyes and disappeared into the depths of the trunk.

The massive canopy returned to calm.

Only that newly formed mark of war, swept by the chaotic currents, shimmered with a chilling, eerie light.