Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The pale blue arc of electricity that had been dancing on Chu Xiaoxiao's fingertips quietly died down.

She lowered her right hand, and most of the hostility in her eyes dissipated.

"Forget it." Chu Xiaoxiao's tone was somewhat listless. "The alien races are searching the world for us to seek revenge, while we're fighting amongst ourselves. It's a complete waste of energy."

She looked directly into Su Yueying's eyes and offered the suggestion: "Let's form an alliance. The blood pact war has only just begun; those who fight alone won't survive long."

Su Yueying loosened her grip on the sword hilt slightly; she had no intention of fighting Chu Xiaoxiao to the death at this moment.

The Starry Sky University team faced intense pressure to survive as soon as they arrived, as they were targeted by all races.

Chu Xiaoxiao offered a way out, and she naturally accepted it.

"Okay." Su Yueying sheathed her sword and raised her chin slightly.

"Help each other when in danger."

"The spoils will be split 50/50. If there are any good items that cannot be divided equally, it will depend on each person's ability."

"Deal." Chu Xiaoxiao answered crisply.

She turned to look at the dark red mountains in the distance, pushed off with her feet, and walked straight out.

"Let's go find Lin Yuan."

Su Yueying stood there, her brows furrowed slightly: "Are you crazy? Lin Yuan is absolutely the primary target of all races right now."

"His appearance will surely attract a large number of alien gods to besiege him."

"If we move closer, it's tantamount to courting death."

As a fellow townsman from Tianhai Province, Su Yueying knew Lin Yuan's style of doing things all too well.

Wherever that guy goes, that place becomes the eye of the storm.

A swift victory at the banquet establishes authority.

The stronger Lin Yuan's dominance became, the more murderous the alien races were towards him.

Chu Xiaoxiao stopped and looked back at Su Yueying.

"I know," Chu Xiaoxiao said firmly, "but I believe him."

She was alone before and dared not release mechanical detectors on a large scale, for fear of revealing her whereabouts.

Now, with Su Yueying's help, the margin for error has been greatly improved, and we can search for Lin Yuan's whereabouts with complete freedom.

After saying that, Chu Xiaoxiao ignored Su Yueying's reaction, concealed her presence, and continued to flee into the distance.

Whether Su Yueying is willing to go or not, her plan to find Lin Yuan will not change.

Su Yueying gritted her teeth.

She watched Chu Xiaoxiao's retreating figure, weighing the pros and cons in her mind.

Staying here isolated and helpless, we will inevitably face an attack from foreign tribes sooner or later.

"Wait for me!" Su Yueying called out and quickly followed.

……

At the other end of the Blood Pact Field lies the dark, barren plain of bones.

Two immense divine forces collided in the sky above the plain.

Vera, a prodigy of the Senluo Divine Clan.

Night Owl, a prodigy of the Demon race.

The two were separated by tens of thousands of miles, facing each other in mid-air.

Behind Vera was a vibrant yet deadly green ocean.

The retinue of the Senluo gods represents the ultimate evolution of plants and life.

At the very front, millions of ancient war trees, each a thousand meters tall, stand majestically.

Their trunks are covered with indestructible ironwood vines, and their thick roots penetrate deep into the ground, drawing nutrients from the earth.

Behind the ancient tree, hundreds of millions of emerald dragons danced in the air.

These dragons are not made of flesh and blood, but are constructed entirely of pure life crystals and ancient divine trees.

With each flap of their wings, they shower down a shower of healing light.

On the ground, countless thorn banshees roamed through the jungle.

They wielded vine whips coated with deadly poison, their faces alluring, emanating a mesmerizing, hallucinogenic pollen.

On the other hand, the situation is completely different for Night Owl.

The demon race cultivates a demonic path that defies the heavens and seizes life.

In the sky, the Blood River Sword Master hovered on his sword.

They rode on scarlet flying swords, wore heavy armor made of black iron, and were surrounded by a dense aura of bloodlust.

On the ground, millions of people meditating on skeletons sat cross-legged.

They chanted obscure demonic incantations, and behind them materialized illusory figures of white skeletal demon gods, each hundreds of feet tall.

Further away, the Netherworld Array Masters waved their array flags.

Intricate black patterns emerged from the earth, swallowing up the surrounding light and life.

The two armies faced off, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Vera's eyes were wary, ready to issue the oracle of attack at any moment.

The Demon Race is infamous throughout the universe for its domineering behavior and its disregard for rules in order to plunder resources.

Something unexpected happened to Vera.

The owl stood on a giant flying sword and suddenly withdrew its divine power.

He clasped his hands together and, across an army of nearly 10 billion, offered a salute to Vera, a gesture of respect befitting a peer.

"Goddess Vera, hold your hand." Night Owl's voice clearly echoed across the entire plain.

Vera frowned slightly, remaining vigilant: "Night Owl, what are you up to?"

Night Owl chuckled, a hint of apprehension in his voice: "Goddess, it's really not worth it for us to fight to the death here."

"We both know in our hearts that a monster has emerged in this Blood Pact War."

He paused, his expression turning serious.

"Lin Yuan of the Human Race".

Upon hearing the name, Vera's pupils contracted slightly.

"You must be well aware of the strength of that mad dog, Austin."

Night Owl spread his hands, "He couldn't even withstand one of Lin Yuan's moves."

Night Owl looked directly into Vera's eyes and continued, "Your Senluo God Clan used to be staunch allies of the human race."

"In this blood pact war, you openly broke the alliance and sided with other factions."

"Given that human captain's style, do you think he'll let you go?"

Vera's face darkened slightly; Night Owl's words had struck a nerve.

"Instead of wasting our resources here, we should temporarily join forces."

Night Owl threw out bait, "Let's join forces and first plunder resources in this area to increase our strength."

"If we really run into Lin Yuan, we'll have someone to look after us. What do you think?"

Vera fell into deep thought.

The plan, which was aimed at the human race and more precisely at Starry Sky University, was initially proposed by the demon race.

Vera always found this matter strange.

The demon race never acts without self-interest, so why would they suddenly attack the human race?

Rumors are circulating among the higher-ups that the demon race seems to have reached some kind of shady deal with certain important figures within the human race.

Otherwise, even if they had a few extra lives, they wouldn't dare to openly target the prodigies of Starry Sky University in the Blood Pact Arena.

However, Night Owl's suggestion does have some merit.

Lin Yuan's threat was like a thorn in her side; if she were alone and encountered Lin Yuan, she would likely be in grave danger.

But the reputation of the Demon Race is so bad that betrayal is as common as eating and drinking for them.

Vera sneered, "An alliance is possible. However, my strength is weak, and the Shinra Kinjutsu are not good at direct confrontation."

"You need to have your demon cultivators lead the way, while my retinue will be responsible for healing and resource gathering from behind."

These conditions are quite demanding.

It's like sending the Demon Race to be cannon fodder while the Senluo God Race reaps the benefits.

Vera had expected Night Owl to try to negotiate, or even turn hostile.

Night Owl agreed without hesitation.

"No problem! The goddess is so generous, I, Ye, naturally cannot be stingy." Night Owl waved his hand.

"Blood River Sword Master, Netherworld Array Master, all troops, attack! Clear the way for the Goddess!"

boom!

The demon army sprang into action instantly.

Sword Master brandished his scarlet sword and charged straight into the unknown area ahead.

Vera stood there, stunned.

Seeing the owl's decisive action, her doubts only deepened.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Could there be an ambush set up by other demon prodigies ahead? Was Night Owl deliberately feigning weakness to lure her into a trap?

But the words have already been spoken, and to go back on them now would be tantamount to tearing off the mask of civility.

Vera gritted her teeth and had no choice but to issue the divine decree.

"Ancient Tree of War, Emerald Dragon, follow. Maintain a safe distance and be prepared to retreat at any time."

The two vastly different armies joined forces and began their advance across the barren plains.

As it turns out, the combination of Demon and Senro is perfect for clearing stages.

Ahead, hordes of native monsters emerged from underground.

These colossal skeletal beasts, formed from death energy, are enormous in size and possess astonishing defensive capabilities.

The Blood River Sword Masters formed the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin Formation.

The crimson sword energy tore through the sky, slicing the charging skeletal behemoth into pieces.

The demonic phantom summoned by the Bone Contemplator wields a battle scythe, frantically reaping the souls of demons.

Occasionally, a few high-level demons would break through the defenses and inflict damage on the demon cultivators.

The emerald dragon behind immediately showered down a healing rain of light.

The ancient war tree extended its roots, skillfully sweeping up the remains of monsters and underground mineral veins from the battlefield and transporting them to the rear.

The speed of advancement is astonishing.

In just half a day, the combined forces swept across an area spanning tens of thousands of kilometers.

As Vera looked at the mountain of resources, her guard gradually lowered.

Throughout the journey, the night owl kept its promise.

The demonic remnants stood at the forefront, bearing all the casualties.

The Shinra Kinka hid in the back, suffering almost no casualties.

Moreover, every time resources are allocated, the Night Owl always readily gives up half, taking not a single extra share.

"Could these guys have really changed their ways?" Vera muttered to herself, watching the Night Owls fighting fiercely ahead.

The army continued its advance, stepping into a gray-white misty area.

The space here feels somewhat viscous, and the surrounding mountains appear distorted.

Night Owl suddenly raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

The vast demon army halted its advance, obeying orders without question.

Vera's heart tightened, and she quickly had her Shinra Kinjutsu form a defensive formation.

"What's wrong?" Vera asked warily.

Night Owl frowned and landed on a flat area he had just passed.

He crouched down and gently touched the ground with his fingers.

"Something's not right." Night Owl looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "What did we miss?"

He stood up and pointed to the empty space where the army had just passed.

"Goddess, look closely over there."

Vera looked in the direction the owl was pointing.

At first, there was nothing there, only a grayish-white mist slowly flowing.

When Vera focused her divine power in her eyes and observed carefully, she discovered a clue.

There was an incongruous sense of separation in that void.

The path of the flowing fog revealed subtle faults as it passed through that area.

It's like a painting that has been covered with a transparent veil using some clever technique.

Reality and illusion intertwine there.

After looking at it for a while, Vera even began to have a kind of illusion.

The barren plains and gray mist before my eyes were all just a fleeting dream.

The real material world lies hidden behind the fault line.

It's hard to tell what's real and what's fake.

Night Owl licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"Hehe, interesting." Night Owl rubbed his hands together.

"Goddess, can you see it? There's definitely a great opportunity hidden there. It might even be a relic left behind by some true god from the last era."

"Of course, it's also possible that some foolish alien prodigy is hiding inside, trying to ambush us."

He turned to look at Vera and raised an eyebrow.

"Goddess, how about it? Do you dare to come in with me and explore the insides? Let's find out what's going on."

Vera remained silent.

She looked at the illusory spatial fault line, calculating various risks in her mind.

Could this be a trap set by the owl?

They deliberately used some means to create the illusion of ruins, lured her in, and then trapped her like a turtle in a jar.

The demon race is cunning and treacherous; they've done this kind of thing before.

Seeing that Vera was hesitant to give a response, Night Owl did not press her further.

"If the goddess doesn't trust me, she can stay here and provide support," Night Owl shrugged, his tone relaxed.

"I don't want to miss this opportunity."

"If there's really something good hidden inside, I'll keep it all for myself."

After speaking, Night Owl turned around and gave orders to the demon army in front of him.

"Blood River Sword Master, follow me into battle!"

The elite Blood River Sword Master broke away from the army and followed Night Owl, rushing towards that illusory spatial rift.

With a ripple like water, the figures of Night Owl and the Sword Master's retinue vanished into the mist.

Vera stood there, her expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Within the Blood Pact Arena, one step behind leads to another.

If Night Owl truly obtains the opportunity within, the strength of the Demon Clan will undoubtedly surge.

What will the Senluo God Clan use to resist then?

Vera is also a peerless genius, one in a million, with her own pride and decisiveness in her bones.

"The bold get rich, the timid starve."

Vera gritted her teeth, a resolute glint in her eyes.

She turned to look at the ancient war tree and the emerald dragon behind her.

"Leave half of your families to guard the outer perimeter. The rest of you, follow me!"

Vera flashed and plunged into the spatial rift where reality and illusion intersected.

A large retinue of Shinra followed closely behind, entering in single file.

The grayish-white mist churned again, obscuring all traces.

The Plains of Bones returned to deathly silence.

Only the occasional roars of monsters echoed in the distance, reverberating across the vast expanse of heaven and earth.