Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Hundreds of undead rock demons stepped into the ancient, dark blue temple.

Lin Yuan's divine sense attached itself to the Origin Fire within the skulls of these undead.

These cannon fodder are now his outstretched eyes.

Lin Yuan's vision expanded, and the scene inside the temple appeared in his mind.

open.

Dead silence.

Hundreds of undead rock demons spread out inside the temple, advancing in a carpet-like fashion.

The bone blade scraped against the dark blue floor tiles, making a scraping sound.

A minute passed.

Inside the entire temple, not only was there no attempt to possess the body by the remnant souls left behind by ancient gods, but not even the most basic defensive array patterns were triggered.

An eerie quietness.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes and touched his chin.

"What's this?"

"Did some ancient, powerful being from the last era go to great lengths to build such a massive structure, burying it ten thousand meters underground, just to use it as a giant display case for figurines?"

Lin Yuan gave instructions to the spirits inside the temple.

"Keep searching deeper, don't miss even a crack between the bricks."

Upon receiving the command, the undead rock demon's crimson flames flickered in its eye sockets, accelerating its search.

The interior of the temple is extremely spacious, exhibiting a rugged geometric structure.

Soon, a group of undead rock demons stopped in front of a wall at the deepest part of the temple.

Lin Yuan's divine sense vision then zoomed in.

The wall surface is covered with densely packed lines.

"mural?"

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but mentally complain.

"What era is this? Was the level of civilization in the last era really this low?"

Even the most primitive civilizations among the myriad races of the starry sky know to use memory crystals or spiritual imprints to pass on information.

These ancient gods, capable of building temples spanning millennia, even carved on the walls...

He directed the group of undead rock demons to approach and take a closer look.

As you zoom in, the lines on the mural become blurred into a jumbled mess.

The marks of time are too heavy; the lines have long lost their original contours and look like a tangled mess.

Lin Yuan examined it carefully for a moment and finally noticed some clues.

Within these lines, there are faint traces of dried-up energy pathways.

"I see."

"It requires energy to operate."

Within Lin Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, the nascent form of the Myriad Dao Divine Spark slowly rotated.

The pure divine power, connected through divine consciousness, traversed a distance of ten thousand meters and was injected into the leading Undead Rock Demon.

The undead rock demon raised its skeletal hand, pressed it against the wall, and surged into the lines.

hum!

The dark blue wall emitted a low hum.

The depleted energy circuits were refilled.

Those blurry lines seemed to come alive, wandering and rearranging on the surface of the wall.

In just a few seconds, a grand picture slowly unfolded in Lin Yuan's mind.

As Lin Yuan watched the image gradually become clearer, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"The level of carving is absolutely amazing."

The creatures in the picture, whether they have wings or scales, are all drawn using simple stick figures.

If it weren't for the trace of spiritual intent accompanying the activation of divine power, Lin Yuan would almost not have recognized that these stick figures represented the myriad races of the previous era.

However, as the scroll unfolded, the expression of disapproval on Lin Yuan's face gradually faded.

The murals depict a war.

A world-ending war that swept across the entire universe and spanned endless ages.

The scene begins with the prosperous and thriving starry sky of the previous era.

Countless divine realms rise and fall in the sea of ​​stars, and true gods shine as brightly as the stars.

But then one day...

At the edge of the universe, a crack appeared.

A substance beyond description gushed out from the crack.

On the mural, this substance was applied in large swaths of deep black.

They have no fixed form, no vital signs, and not even any soul fluctuations.

They were like a pure darkness descending upon this universe.

Then, darkness began to spread.

They are unreasonable, indiscriminate, and launch indiscriminate attacks on the entire universe.

The stars touched the darkness and instantly went out.

The divine realm was caught in it and collapsed on the spot.

Those high and mighty true gods, once tainted by this black substance, will have their divine fire quickly dimmed and will eventually fall into ruin.

As Lin Yuan looked at the images on the mural, his breathing gradually became heavy.

This black substance is incredibly potent.

They can not only devour energy, but also assimilate and erode everything they come into contact with.

In the mural, a prosperous galaxy is shrouded in darkness.

In just a few days, all life, matter, and even space itself within the galaxy turned into that deep black.

They became part of the darkness, and in turn continued to expand outwards.

The myriad races of that era were thrown into panic.

They put aside their hatred for each other and formed an unprecedentedly large coalition.

Countless true gods and chief gods gathered in the starry sky, attempting to stop the advance of darkness.

But it didn't work.

The encroachment of darkness is irreversible.

The attacks of all races landed in the darkness, which only accelerated the assimilation process of the darkness.

The latter half of the mural is filled with despair and deathly silence.

The living space for all races in the starry sky is getting smaller and smaller.

One galaxy after another fell, and one true god after another perished.

The entire universe is gradually decaying under the erosion of this darkness.

Finally, the image freezes on the last patch of unpolluted starry sky.

Several deities, radiating a faint light, exhausted their last bit of divine power to build this dark blue temple.

They left behind this history, and then the divine fire went out, and their bodies and souls vanished.

The temple sank into the ground, becoming the last tombstone of this era.

Lin Yuan cut off the output of divine power, and the images in his mind disappeared.

He stood in mid-air, speechless for a long time.

"The level of technology is not low."

"It was directly disrupted."

Lin Yuan took a deep breath to calm the turmoil in his heart.

This temple is a spark that records the truth of the destruction of that era.

Those surviving gods left this ruin in despair.

It was simply to tell future generations that they once existed and how they were destroyed.

Lin Yuan stroked his chin, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

The content of the mural gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.

They appeared in the universe out of nowhere.

It indiscriminately devours everything, polluting and assimilating all things.

The allied forces of all races were helpless.

Isn't this just the "Abyss"?!

Records about the abyss surfaced in Lin Yuan's mind.

In this era, the abyss, too, is of unknown origin and time of appearance.

They are like a malignant tumor growing on the universe, frantically absorbing its nutrients and constantly expanding outward.

Inside the abyss, there are chaotic, twisted, and insane rules.

Any living being that enters the abyss will suffer from varying degrees of contamination.

The myriad races of the starry sky paid an extremely heavy price in their fight against the abyss.

Countless gods followed one after another, shedding their blood on the defense line of the abyss.

But even now, all the races can only adopt defensive tactics.

the reason is simple.

We can't afford to fight.

Abyssal creatures are like cockroaches that you can't kill, and there's no loot to be gained from killing them.

Even worse, the deeper you go into the abyss, the more severe the pollution becomes.

When a true god-level powerhouse enters the heart of the abyss, the divine kingdom becomes difficult to establish.

Once divine power is exhausted, it will face assimilation.

Supplies couldn't be transported in, and divine power couldn't be replenished.

Taking the initiative is simply risking your life.

Therefore, over the years, the myriad races of the starry sky have been able to adopt only the most passive defensive tactics.

Relying on the star system fortress, establish a defensive line.

Countless gods' lives were used to fill the gaps in the expanding abyss.

"They are exactly the same."

Lin Yuan muttered to himself.

The dark matter of the previous era and the abyss of this era are exactly the same in their ways.

The only difference lies in the breath.

Lin Yuan recalled the spiritual ideas conveyed through divine power in the mural.

The abyss monster exudes a chaotic, violent, and destructive malice.

The faint aura in the murals is one of absolute coldness and deathly stillness, as if to reduce all things to nothingness.

深渊

Dark creatures.

Although they act in the same way, their essential nature is completely different.

"Could the Abyss also be a product of a previous era, or even an era far more distant than that?"

What lies hidden beyond the universe, periodically cleaning up these eras that have reached their peak?

Lin Yuan felt that he had touched the edge of some kind of truth.

A cold wind blew across the deep pit.

Lin Yuan shivered.

He shook his head violently, forcefully severing these dangerous thoughts.

Why think so much?

Lin Yuan rubbed his temples.

He's just a demigod at the seventh level now.

Such grand questions concerning the survival of the universe and the changing of eras are not his concern.

"If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up."

"There are so many true gods and chief gods among the myriad races in the starry sky, it's not my place as a demigod to worry about things that are not going to happen."

Lin Yuan's principles of conduct have always been simple and brutal.

If you can't figure something out, don't think about it. If you're unsure what to do, ask Commander Xiao.

Once the Blood Pact War of All Races is over, we'll pack up the information about this temple and hand it over to Commander Xiao.

The old man has lived for so many years and is very knowledgeable; he must be able to figure something out.

The most urgent task now is to gain as many benefits as possible.

Lin Yuan's attention returned to the dark blue temple below.

The opportunity is definitely gone.

It's already a miracle that a group of ancient gods, who are almost dead, left this building behind; they probably wouldn't have any extra treasures to leave for future generations.

But the temple itself is a priceless treasure.

"These building materials have remained intact despite the erosion of countless cosmic eras."

"And the murals inside are definitely ancient cultural and historical documents."

Lin Yuan's eyes gradually brightened, as if he could see countless faith points and divine crystals beckoning to him.

Among the myriad races of the starry sky, there are many scholars and tycoons who specialize in studying cross-era history.

They have an almost obsessive fascination with these relics from the previous era.

If only we could pack up this complete trans-era temple and bring it back.

Exclusive monopoly...

Lin Yuan immediately issued an order for all the undead rock demons inside the temple to evacuate.

I'm prepared to personally uproot this temple and stuff it directly into the Wasteland God Realm.

Just as Lin Yuan activated his divine power to construct a passage to the divine realm.

A sense of crisis washed over me like a bucket of ice water.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the Taixu Soul-Suppressing Seal emitted a buzzing sound.

The nascent divine essence of myriad paths ceased to function, and the omen of death flickered above its head.

Lin Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.

Without any hesitation.

He instantly severed his spiritual connection with all the undead rock demons.

With his right hand, he grabbed the tyrant by the back of the neck, who was dozing off at the edge of the pit.

Underfoot, the star-patterned surface of the shoes shines brilliantly, enhancing the sense of spatial folding.

Shrinking the earth to an inch!

Lin Yuan, along with the Tyrant, vanished from the spot.

next second.

He appeared high in the sky thousands of miles away.

Lin Yuan turned his head and looked in the direction of the deep pit.

boom--!