Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Deep in the desolate wilderness, scorched earth stretches endlessly.

Izel's divine army was defeated, and his wasteland remnants were wiped out.

The aftershocks from the collision of the two demigod-level forces destroyed the landscape within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

The red rock layer collapsed, and underground magma erupted.

The native magical beasts that inhabit this area, whether they are the Thunder Rhinoceros or the Poison Fire Lizard, have long since vanished without a trace.

What a joke.

A bird-man with eight wings was already suffocating them.

The monsters that surged out afterward were even more ferocious.

They didn't even spare the blood and mud scraps.

The instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is inherent in living beings, and this battlefield has long since become a dead zone.

Lin Yuan stood on the tyrant's shoulder.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness left his body.

An invisible spiritual net spread along the scorching ground, seeping inch by inch into the depths of the earth.

It swept across the lava river and penetrated the hard mineral veins.

Suddenly, Lin Yuan opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on a low-lying area to his left.

There's a problem there.

When divine sense probed ten thousand meters underground, it encountered an invisible barrier.

When the spiritual tentacles touched the barrier, they vanished without a trace.

No matter how much divine power Lin Yuan used, he could not see even a fraction of what was inside the barrier.

The existence of blind spots in divine sense within the ancient Blood Pact Field of Myriad Races is itself a highly abnormal phenomenon.

"Let's go." Lin Yuan kicked the tyrant's neck and pointed to the low-lying area.

The tyrant accepted the order and initiated Shadow Leap.

Ripples spread through space, traversing thousands of miles to crash directly above the target area.

The moment it landed, the earth shook violently.

Lin Yuan leaped down and hovered in mid-air.

The tyrant roared, his arms outstretched, his ten thick fingers like divine weapons, piercing into the crimson rock beneath his feet.

Titan Gravity, Reverse Burst!

The downward-moving gravitational field suddenly reversed, generating a terrifying repulsive force.

The tyrant's arm muscles bulged, and with a roar, it forcefully ripped up the entire earth.

Click click click!

The sound of the earth fracturing was continuous.

The land within a radius of hundreds of miles, along with the rocks and mineral veins below, all broke free from the constraints of gravity and floated into the air.

The tyrant clasped his hands together, and the power of the Titan surged wildly in his palms.

The suspended soil, rocks, and magma disintegrated into dust under extreme gravitational pressure.

Suddenly, the view opened up.

The space 10,000 meters underground is completely exposed to the air.

Lin Yuan looked down at the scene.

At the bottom of the deep pit, a massive architectural ruin was suddenly revealed.

It looks like a temple.

The building material is neither gold nor stone, and presents a deep, dark blue color.

The outer walls of the temple are covered with intricate and dense patterns.

Lin Yuan had crammed on the history of all races at Starry Sky University, but even after searching through his memories, he couldn't find any civilization that matched these patterns.

These patterns convey a sense of wildness, antiquity, and even some distortion.

It does not belong to this era.

The architectural styles of all the races in the starry sky, whether it is the holy and magnificent style of the angelic race or the precise and cold style of the mechanical race, can all be traced back to one another.

The temple before us seems to be a remnant from the previous, or even the previous cosmic era.

Time has left mottled marks on its surface, but it cannot conceal the chilling aura it exudes.

"Old man," Lin Yuan said, stroking his chin, his eyes gleaming.

In the common sense of the gods, the older something is, the more dangerous it is.

Because things that are not dangerous will not be passed down.

Time is the most ruthless weapon in the universe.

The fact that these relics have withstood the erosion of several eras and have been preserved intact to this day is truly remarkable.

What's hidden inside?

The supreme legacy of ancient gods? A stone tablet recording the truth of the destruction of the previous era?

Countless possibilities flashed through Lin Yuan's mind.

But his first thought was about the danger.

These ancient ruins, isolated from the world for countless years, are often the dens where some ancient monsters linger and survive.

Those old things had decayed bodies, but their souls hid deep within the ruins, waiting for some foolish descendant to break in so they could possess and be reborn.

Things from an era ago are bound to be insidious in their methods.

Standing in mid-air, before even stepping into the temple, Lin Yuan was already harboring the utmost malice towards this ruin.

Survival is of paramount importance.

To be on the safe side, we can't afford to capsize in a ditch.

With a slight thought, Lin Yuan slipped the dark silver Star-Stepping Boots onto his feet.

The spatial array pattern on the surface of the boot shaft lit up, and the surrounding space immediately created a sense of folding.

If things go wrong, he can ignore spatial blockades and teleport away at any time.

Then, the Dark Shadow Cloak was draped over his shoulders.

The fabric, as deep as the night sky, moved without wind, beginning to devour the surrounding light.

Lin Yuan's aura, divine power fluctuations, and even causal threads were all concealed.

From the outside, he appeared to be one with the void.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the Taixu Soul-Suppressing Seal radiates a bronze glow.

An ancient and profound spiritual energy field enveloped the entire spiritual platform, steadily protecting his soul.

Any attempt to possess another's body will be met with a double backlash from Xiao Yin.

Finally, Lin Yuan made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the scarlet blood sword appeared out of thin air.

Armed to the teeth.

But Lin Yuan felt it wasn't enough.

Going to scout the route yourself is too risky.

We need cannon fodder to pave the way.

Lin Yuan's gaze swept into the distance.

In the battle just now, many of the native monsters did flee, but some were slow to run.

He urged the Star-Treading Boots on.

Shrinking the earth to an inch.

Lin Yuan's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Thousands of miles away, deep in a secluded canyon.

A group of rock demons huddled together, trembling.

They are remnants of the Rock Demon tribe, and most of them are at the extraordinary level.

The void tore open, and Lin Yuan appeared out of thin air.

The Rock Demon leader sensed the presence of a living being and was about to let out a roar and raise his rocky fist to launch an attack.

Lin Yuan didn't even glance at it, and casually reached forward with his right hand.

The aura of the end gathered above the canyon, forming a gigantic black hand that blotted out the sky.

The giant hand descended, precisely grasping hundreds of rock demons of the transcendent level and above.

The rock demons' hard, rocky bodies were utterly powerless against the colossal hand of the end.

They struggled desperately, roaring, but could not budge the giant hand an inch.

Lin Yuan turned around and activated the Star-Stepping Boots again.

With a few flashes, he led the group of strong men back to the deep pit above the temple.

Lin Yuan released his right hand.

Hundreds of rock demons fell like dumplings being dropped into a pot, crashing heavily onto the open ground in front of the temple.

Before the rock demons could even get up, Lin Yuan made his move.

Refining begins.

He wants to use these readily available materials to build a pioneering team.

Lin Yuan raised his left hand, and the Law of Blood and the Law of Withered Bones erupted simultaneously.

Crimson light and deathly white aura intertwined, enveloping the rock demons below.

"Ugh—"

Screams echoed through the deep pit.

The Law of Blood brutally pierced into the Rock Demon's body, extracting its core life force.

The high-temperature steam spewing from the Rock Demon's joints extinguished, and the crimson ore on its body lost its luster and quickly turned gray.

At the same time, the Law of Dry Bones takes effect.

It ignores the rock demon's mineral shell and acts directly on the underlying structure of their life.

Skeletons that did not originally exist were forcibly generated within the Rock Demon's body.

The outer shell of the rock crumbled and peeled away.

Hundreds of tall, pale skeletons emerged from their shells.

On the surface of the bones, the life force extracted by the Law of Blood condenses into lines of blood, winding around the gaps in the bones like meridians.

The first step is complete, and the undead skeleton is formed.

But Lin Yuan was not satisfied with this.

Ordinary undead creatures are not even considered cannon fodder in the ancient ruins.

He wants to ascend to a higher dimension.

Deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the nascent divine essence of myriad paths was operating wildly.

The fire of origin and the air of end descended simultaneously.

The pitch-black aura of the end condensed into countless chains, piercing the skull of every skeleton.

The Rock Demon's remaining soul imprints, fears, and resentments were instantly reduced to zero under the obliteration of the concept of the end.

They are completely dead, eliminating any possibility of revival.

The next second, the pure white flames of origin landed on the skeleton.

At the end of destruction lies new life.

The fire of origin ignited within the hollow skull, coalescing into clusters of leaping, pure white soul flames.

This flame imbued the lifeless skeleton with an eerie vitality.

The pale bones were being forged by the fire of origin.

It developed a dark golden metallic luster, and its hardness increased dramatically, becoming comparable to mithril.

Life and death, destruction and creation.

It was perfectly integrated in Lin Yuan's hands.

This is not over yet.

Lin Yuan slightly opened his eyes, and the crimson halo of the laws of war spread from his body, striking hundreds of newly born undead.

Iron-blooded, bloodthirsty, fearless.

The laws of war endow them with the purest fighting spirit.

An amazing change has occurred.

The loosely organized undead, drawn together by the aura of war, their auras coalesced.

The pure white flames inside their skulls were tinged with a bloodthirsty crimson.

On the surface of the bones, blood vessels proliferated wildly, intertwining to form thick, dark red armor that protected all the vital organs of the body.

They raised their skeletal hands and grasped at the air.

The laws of war coalesced into hundreds of bone blades burning with crimson flames.

1+1 is much greater than 2.

The laws of blood and bone construct the body, the end eradicates the past, the origin grants infinite rebirth and repair, the laws of war govern everything, forming a perfect battle formation.

These hundreds of mutated undead stood there, breathing in and out the remaining lightning and earth fire around them.

Their aura rose steadily, and some mutated undead broke through the barrier of the transcendent rank, finally stopping at the edge of the epic rank.

Lin Yuan hovered in mid-air, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

This is the true terror of the nascent form of the Myriad Paths Divine Essence.

The perfect blending of different laws can create monsters that defy the laws of the universe.

The edge of the deep pit.

The tyrant sat there crouching, his dark golden eyes wide open.

It looked completely bewildered.

It watched the god disappear, then captured a group of rock demons.

Then, the God simply waved his hand, and the group of rock demons transformed into armored skeletons exuding an aura of death.

The tyrant scratched his big head, utterly unable to comprehend such a miraculous method.

But it quickly came to its senses.

Suppress all the questions deep in your heart.

As the most loyal follower of God, the tyrant's logic is very simple:

God is omnipotent.

It only needs to obey the will of the God and carry out the God's commands, without asking why.

Wherever the deity points, it strikes.

Lin Yuan concealed his aura, pointing his blood sword at the ancient, dark blue temple below.

"Go in."

Lin Yuan issued the order.

"Find out what's inside. If you encounter anything alive or moving, chop it up."