Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Wasteland God Realm.

On the land where dark red and pure black intertwine, countless spatial rifts tear open out of thin air.

A massive amount of supplies poured out from the other side of the crack, flooding vast stretches of wasteland.

The Zerg army stretched as far as the eye could see.

The Shadowblade Beetle carried the cut mithril stone pillar on its back, while the Bursting Beetle clung to the pillar, its carapace oozing corrosive slime as it carried and gnawed at the sacred crystal on the surface.

The beetle carries tons of building debris on its back.

Their broad carapaces were covered with fragments of white jade sculptures and stone slabs inscribed with hymns.

The dark purple flesh of the insect nest writhed and secreted a highly concentrated, strong acidic mucus.

The light element and the dark nature of the Zerg should have clashed.

However, under the suppression of the Wasteland God Realm's [Chaotic Evolution] characteristic, the rejection reaction was minimized.

The nest extracts the most basic energy and feeds it back to the mother insect.

The eggs laid by the mother insect have an extra, barely noticeable platinum pattern on their surface.

The Violent Demon race is even more brutal.

A six-armed tyrant, a thousand meters tall, carried the entire [Angel Reincarnation Pool] and strode across the wasteland.

They reached the edge of the Blood Abyss Sea, and with a simultaneous exertion of their six thick arms, they hurled the enormous spectacle.

boom!

Huge waves surged.

The immense life force contained within the Reincarnation Pool immediately dissipated.

The Blood Abyss Sea boiled, the liquid metallic seawater greedily devouring this life force.

The River Styx was equally bustling.

The Blood-Stained Skeleton Fish dragged the [Judgment Prism Tower] to the bottom of the water.

Death energy corroded the tower, and the crystals that emitted holy light rays were stained with a layer of eerie green poisonous light.

The undead of the Void have built a new underwater defense line around these mutated structures.

They wielded their scythes, forcibly connecting the energy loops of the Prism Tower with the deathly veils at the bottom of the River Styx.

The Calamity Fire Spirit dwells in the far north volcanic cluster.

They threw all the gold bricks and mithril chairs they brought back into the crater.

Through the tempering of various karmic fires, the essence of the finest metals is extracted and integrated into the core of the Fire Spirit.

The land, spanning over 50 million square kilometers, is once again receiving a massive irrigation of resources.

In the sky, dark golden raindrops of spiritual energy were mixed with pure white light.

The concentration of sacred elements surged exponentially.

This change directly impacted the underlying logic of the divine realm.

Lin Yuan had previously absorbed the [Domain of Judgment] and the [Prototype of the God of Judgment].

These two core terms, originating from Izel, have quietly been integrated into the operational system of the Wasteland God Realm.

The Holy Laws that originally occupied the high sky of the Divine Realm began to loosen.

This law of restoration, originating from the true God Caleb, should have settled slowly over the long years.

It may even gradually become marginalized due to its incompatibility with the attributes of the Wasteland God Realm.

Now, drawn by the forces of light and order within the [Domain of Judgment], the internal structure of the Holy Laws is reacting.

In the gaps where light and flame intertwine, strands of rules representing "judgment" quietly begin to grow.

The foundation of the true god's laws, coupled with the catalyst of the nascent demigod's seventh-stage divine nature.

The two produce a wonderful chemical reaction.

The rudiments of the Law of Judgment took root in this wasteland filled with chaos and slaughter.

It has order as its framework, light as its flesh and blood, and punishment as its sharp edge.

The emergence of this force fills the gap in the "rule determination" aspect of the Wasteland God Realm.

central basin.

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

The massive canopy obscured the sky, and the chaotic air currents flowing among the branches and leaves suddenly stopped.

On the thick main stem, a liquid of black gold and dark iron color undulates rapidly.

A metallic face, larger than a mountain, emerged.

The Holy Laws that suddenly became active in the world directly awakened it.

Originally, the demon tree felt a physiological aversion to this blinding power of light.

It represents the end, it represents annihilation. Light is like sand forcibly stuffed into its mouth, very uncomfortable.

But now, it twitched its massive trunk, and a hint of doubt flashed in its starry eyes.

The taste has changed.

The pure light was mixed with a chilling, domineering, and all-encompassing aura of judgment.

The magic tree clicked its tongue.

good to eat.

Sweet.

Within its body, instinctive greed overwhelmed its aversion to light.

As the number one worker in the Wasteland God Realm, it would never allow any valuable energy to slip away before its eyes.

The demonic tree opened its gaping maw, a monstrous maw of abyss.

Suction bursts forth.

Above the heavens, the nascent Holy Laws and Judgments, which are intertwining and evolving, are being drawn together by an irresistible force.

It coalesced into a thick, platinum pillar of light, which plummeted downwards.

The beam of light plunged into the giant maw of the demon tree.

The tree trunk, a million meters high, trembled.

The chaotic currents surged, suppressing the violent surge of this foreign force.

On the surface of the tree trunk, the six marks shimmered in unison.

Thunder roars, extreme cold chills to the bone, space is distorted, metal and stone are heavy, blood and bones are chilling, war is iron and bloody.

Six different forces, harmonized by the End and the Origin, form a perfect closed loop, firmly locking in the newly added Holy Light Law.

Clang!

A clear, resonant sound of the laws echoed throughout the divine realm.

On the tree trunk, the seventh mark was fully formed.

A holy mark interwoven with pure white and dark gold.

The moment the mark took shape, the demonic tree let out a long howl that shook the entire plane.

The long howl pierced through the barriers of space and echoed across the more than 50 million square kilometers of land.

All the family members stopped what they were doing and looked in awe toward the central basin.

The magic tree sensed a new opportunity for transformation.

As the pillar supporting the Wasteland God Realm, the Demon Tree itself carries a portion of the authority of this God Realm.

It is not only a retinue, but also a tangible embodiment of the rules of the divine realm.

Now, the seven Law Imprints have gathered.

The Demon Tree's ambitions have grown.

It is not satisfied with merely preserving these legal marks.

It needs to be elevated.

It aims to fill in the gaps in the rules of the Wasteland God Realm.

Rumble!

The earth cracked open, and countless dark golden roots emerged from the ground, like thousands of dragons circling in the air.

The Demon Tree mobilized a portion of the primordial power of the divine realm.

It will use the newly born holy mark as a wedge to unleash unimaginable power.

The seven marks on the tree trunk detached from the bark at the same time and floated in mid-air.

The demonic tree stretched out countless branches, entwining these marks, attempting to lift them high and push them to the very top of the divine realm.

The void ripples.

Lin Yuan's figure appeared out of thin air above the central basin.

He had just noticed the unusual activity at the core of the divine realm and rushed over immediately.

As soon as he appeared, Lin Yuan saw this world-destroying scene.

The giant tree, a million meters tall, stretched out countless branches, supporting seven dazzling rays of light that shot straight into the sky.

Each ray of light emanated pure and extreme fluctuations of the laws.

Thunder rages, extreme cold chills to the bone, space is distorted, metal and stone are heavy, blood and bones are chilling, war is iron-blooded, and holy glory is majestic.

Lin Yuan hovered in mid-air, arms crossed over his chest.

He saw through the Demon Tree's intentions at a glance.

"You've got quite the ambition." Lin Yuan's lips curled into a smile.

Create the laws of the sun.

This is a very advanced method of divine realm evolution.

Ordinary demigods reside in their divine realms atop the heavens.

Most of them consist of only a single, ordinary solar phenomenon, used to provide light and heat and maintain ecological balance.

In the truly top-tier divine realms, what hangs in the sky is the embodiment of laws.

Once the law rises into the sky.

The entire ecosystem of the divine realm has undergone earth-shattering changes.

The light of the law shines upon the earth, and all beings are constantly being baptized by the law.

The threshold for comprehending the laws has been lowered to the minimum, the bloodlines of the retinue have undergone benign mutations, and the spatial barriers of the divine realm are indestructible.

Seven laws simultaneously hang in the sky.

Just thinking about that scene sends chills down my spine.

The Wasteland God Realm will be completely transformed into a new, higher-dimensional plane.

However, Lin Yuan knew very well that this was unrealistic.

That's not realistic at least for now.

The branches of the demon tree supported seven orbs of light as they struggled to climb toward the sky.

The higher you go, the greater the resistance from heaven and earth.

This is a restriction imposed by the underlying rules of the divine realm, and also an ironclad law of energy conservation.

Creating the sun requires a massive amount of energy.

The magic tree is so enormous that it requires astronomical amounts of energy to maintain its operation.

To think that seven suns could be created in one go is nothing short of a pipe dream.

Click click click!

Cracks appeared on the surface of the branches, and the chaotic airflow began to dissipate.

The light from the seven orbs dimmed, and they seemed to be falling back onto the tree trunk.

The demon tree let out a furious roar of resentment, its metallic face filled with frustration.

Lin Yuan shook his head, and in a flash, he arrived in front of the metal face of the demonic tree.

"Alright, stop being stubborn." Lin Yuan raised his hand and patted the bark of the black gold tree.

The demon tree stopped moving, and Xingkong looked at Lin Yuan with a wronged expression.

"The idea is good, but you don't have enough foundation right now," Lin Yuan said rationally.

"Eat your food one bite at a time, and walk your path one step at a time."

Memories of Izel flashed through Lin Yuan's mind.

Izel's Holy Kingdom is accompanied by three rounds of holy light and blazing sun.

It is a spectacle forcibly created by the true god of the angel race using great supernatural powers.

Now that Izel is dead, the wasteland army is looting inside.

The dimensional framework of the divine realm itself and the three blazing suns remained intact.

"You want the sun?" Lin Yuan looked at the demon tree. "I'll find you a ready-made one."

The magic tree's eyes lit up, and the starry sky spun faster.

"There are three suns in Izel's divine realm. Their attributes are a bit singular, but the energy should be plentiful."

"Whether you can create a sun in the Wasteland God Realm depends on your own abilities."

"I'm not greedy, just getting one done is enough."

Lin Yuan stretched out his right hand, his fingertips moving rapidly through the air.

Dark golden divine power surged forth, forcefully tearing open more than a dozen huge spatial passages above the massive canopy of the demonic tree.

At the other end of the passage lies the Holy Kingdom, which is on the verge of collapse.

Through the passage, the three dim yet still terrifyingly powerful holy suns were clearly visible.

The demon tree almost drooled.

Countless branches danced wildly, as if they couldn't wait to rush into the passage and feast.

"Stop," Lin Yuan shouted.

The demon tree branch froze and obediently shrank back.

"The resources inside haven't been completely plundered yet." Lin Yuan's eyes gleamed, revealing his stinginess as a capitalist.

"Wait until the Zerg and their kin, such as the Tyrant, withdraw before you devour them."

"Remember, choose your target carefully, and wait until most of your family members have retreated before you strike. Don't hurt your own family members."

The demon tree nodded repeatedly, forcing a fawning smile onto its metallic face.

It retracted the branch that had supported the seven marks, allowing the marks to be re-imprinted on the trunk.

The demonic tree stretched out tens of thousands of its thickest branches, guarding the edge of the spatial passage like a starving ghost waiting for its meal.

After arranging the affairs within the Divine Realm, Lin Yuan did not linger.

Consciousness rises, escaping the Wasteland God Realm.

Thunderstorm wasteland, bottom of a deep pit.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes.

The charred rocks were surrounded by the lingering heat of multi-elemental fire.

The tyrant stood silently at the edge of the pit, like a dark golden statue of a demon god.

Upon noticing Lin Yuan's awakening, the tyrant lowered his head, a hint of awe flashing in his dark red eyes.

Lin Yuan leaped out of the pit and landed steadily on the tyrant's shoulder.

He reached out and patted the tyrant's big head.

"Let's go."

"Come with me to see what this bastard is desperately trying to get, and what its quality is."