Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The tide is gone.

Deep within the folded space, a ghastly green poisonous mist permeated almost every corner.

The elite Shadow Forces, dispatched by Youfeng to intercept the Liquid Gold Crab swarm, have been completely wiped out.

They did not die in battle, but instead became the perfect carriers of the Zerg plague.

A massive void lord halted its charge.

Its single horn on its forehead shattered inch by inch, and a ghastly green venom gushed from the cracks.

The Void Lord turned around, swung its mutated arm blade, and cleaved open a nearby, uninfected member of its race.

Poisonous blood splattered everywhere.

The Nightmare Spirit's aura of fear is reversed under the erosion of the plague.

The color of the halo changed from deep shadow to eerie green.

The shadow goblins, petrifying snakes, and soul-devouring spiders, shrouded in the aura, began to convulse.

Their bones grew rapidly, piercing through flesh and skin, and their life forms forcibly crossed barriers under the catalysis of the plague.

These were elite family members whom Youfeng, Jialou, and Fengling had nurtured with all their resources.

Now, it has completed a distorted evolution on another level of life.

They lost their original rationality, and only the instinct to kill and assimilate remained in their minds.

A mutated petrified snake opened its blood-red maw and bit off the neck of the Gale Winged Wolf.

Venom was injected into the wound, and before the corpse of the Gale Winged Wolf had fallen to the ground, it stood up again and joined the carnival of slaughtering its own kind.

In the center of the battlefield, the remaining hundreds of millions of alien race members huddled inside a divine power shield erected by the three of them.

This thin veil of light became their last refuge.

Beyond the light curtain lies a living hell.

A Blazing Sun Swordsman gripped his hair tightly with both hands, his eye sockets bursting open, and blood streaming down his cheeks.

He saw it with his own eyes.

The captain he had spent hundreds of years with was dragging his broken body, using the flaming longsword that had once slain countless enemies to slash at the divine power shield.

Half of the captain's face was rotting, revealing stark white bones, and poisonous flames flickered in his eye sockets.

"Captain...why..." The Blazing Sun Swordsman knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse.

Beside them, a group of Stormwingmen dropped their thunder spears.

Their faith, on which they depended for survival, shattered and collapsed at this moment.

"God! Look at us!"

An elderly storm priest looked up to the sky and cried out in anguish, raising his hands as if trying to draw even a sliver of divine power in response.

The sky was gray, with only a ghastly green, poisonous rain falling continuously.

"He's not a god! He's a devil! He's an evil god!"

A shadow thug pointed at Lin Yuan in the distant area and uttered a desperate curse.

"Our gods have abandoned us! They can't even protect themselves!"

"Great Sun, are you blind? These evil spirits are devouring your people!"

A sense of despair spread within the divine power shield.

The collapse of faith is more deadly than the destruction of the body.

These relatives once firmly believed that their God was omnipotent and that wherever His divine light reached was a pure land.

Now, the god in their eyes is hiding in a sorry state behind the light curtain, not daring to utter a sound.

Click.

With a crisp sound, a crack appeared on the surface of the divine power shield.

The ghastly green plague spores surged toward the cracks, allowing the poisonous mist to seep in and spread rapidly.

"It's in! The poisonous fog has entered!"

The family members screamed in terror.

The outermost group of family members were instantly engulfed by the poisonous fog.

Their skin began to fester, their muscles twisted, and they roared from their throats.

Some family members desperately squeezed deeper into the group of family members, trying to get away from the poisonous fog.

Some of their relatives raised their weapons and frantically hacked at their companions, desperately trying to seize a safe spot.

However, some of the family members stopped struggling.

A Void Lord with a severed arm stood silently in place.

It watched the approaching poisonous fog, a bitter smile curling at the corner of its mouth.

They voluntarily discarded their weapons, closed their eyes, opened their arms, and willingly welcomed the baptism of the plague.

"The gods are dead, let us embrace new life," it murmured.

The poisonous fog quickly enveloped him.

A moment later, a Void Lord, whose size had increased dramatically and whose body was covered in bone spurs, burst out of the poisonous mist.

Wielding a mutated blade, he charged towards his former comrades.

For these family members whose faith has crumbled and who are physically and mentally exhausted, becoming part of the plague army may truly be another form of relief.

High in the sky.

Feng Ling and Jia Lou's faces were ashen.

The divine power within their bodies had dried up, and not a single bit of energy could be extracted.

Below, hundreds of millions of Wind and Thunder followers and the Blazing Sun army are dying tragically.

The mass loss of their followers triggered a terrifying backlash from the divine realm.

Garuda let out a muffled groan, and its six dazzling wings quickly dimmed, with large areas of feathers falling off.

Cracks appeared on the surface of his divine body, and golden divine blood seeped out continuously.

Feng Ling's situation is even worse.

His cultivation level plummeted from the sixth level of demigod to the fifth level, and it continues to decline.

The two looked at each other and saw the lifelessness in each other's eyes.

escape?

How can we escape?

His divine power was exhausted, his retinue was wiped out, and his divine body was severely injured.

Before that human deity standing in the realm, they didn't even have the strength to tear through space and escape.

The two gave up all resistance.

They gathered their tattered wings and let their bodies fall from the sky, crashing heavily onto the edge of the Gengjin Mountains.

boom!

Gravel flew everywhere.

The two once high and mighty winged gods now lay limp on the ground like dead dogs.

In the sky, only You Feng remained, struggling to hold on.

"No! I, Youfeng, will never lose!"

Youfeng's eyes were bloodshot, with tears at the corners of his eyes, from which dark purple divine blood flowed.

He pounded his chest with all his might, forcibly squeezing out the last bit of life force from his body.

Dark purple flames burned on his body, a deadly fire ignited by his soul and origin.

"Divine Realm Talent! Unleash it!"

Youfeng roared, and the divine mark between his brows emitted a bright light.

A dark purple beam of evolutionary light descended from the sky, attempting to envelop the remaining Shadow Familiar below.

He wanted to activate his talent again, forcibly elevate the life level of his followers, and awaken their fighting spirit.

Unfortunately, the light was too weak.

The light of evolution fell upon the Shadow Familiar like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan.

Instead of calming the epidemic, it accelerated its spread.

Without even raising their heads, the shadow minions underwent their mutation within the ghastly green poisonous fog.

The last group of family members perished.

The dark purple flames on You Feng's body went out.

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his life force plummeting to rock bottom.

You Feng's vision went black, and he lost control of his body, plummeting straight down from a height of ten thousand meters.

boom!

Youfeng crashed down beside Jialou and Fengling, creating a deep crater.

His bones were all broken, and he lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, barely alive.

The war is over.

Above the End River, the Twelve-Winged Insect King was so excited he almost jumped up.

"hiss--!"

The insect king let out a joyful hiss, and its twelve compound eyes gleamed with greedy light.

We've struck it rich! We've really made a fortune from the war!

It glanced briefly at the battlefield.

Of the hundreds of billions of alien allied forces, nearly 70% were turned into plague creatures and became spoils of war for the Zerg.

The Tyrant and the Calamity Fire Spirit, two fools who only know how to use brute force, together killed less than a quarter of the enemies of the Zerg.

The Insect King was making plans in his mind.

Once we return to the Divine Realm, we can feed all of this blood to the Mother Worm, and the number of the source worms that have undergone five adaptations will grow even larger.

At that time, the Zerg's overall strength will surely experience an unprecedented leap forward.

The throne of the number one race in the Divine Realm belongs to it alone!

The insect king became more and more excited as it thought about it, and its mouthparts stretched even wider.

Just then, two oppressive gazes fell upon it from the left and right.

The Insect King froze.

On the left, the tyrant retracted its Void Wings, turned its four heads around simultaneously, and cracked its sixteen arms.

On the right, the Calamity Fire Spirit Lord, standing ten thousand meters tall, carries sixteen multi-dimensional karmic fire weapons. The flames on his body flicker, emitting extremely dangerous fluctuations.

Both of these wasteland veterans were in a very bad mood.

This old bug stole all the limelight!

The Insect King swallowed hard and quickly dropped his smug expression.

It folded its twelve wings, lay obediently in mid-air, lowered its compound eyes, and adopted a humble posture.

Low-key.

We must keep a low profile.

Only by enduring hardship and bearing heavy burdens can one achieve great things; this is a consistent and excellent tradition of the Zerg.

The Insect King silently comforted himself, deciding to digest this windfall slowly after returning to the Divine Realm.

In the center of the domain, Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze.

He took a step forward, his figure flashing continuously in the void.

Edge of the Gengjin Mountains.

Three once-arrogant demigods are now lying in pools of blood, barely clinging to life.

Their divine power had been exhausted, and they could only rely on the last bit of divine fire to resist the ubiquitous plague spores around them.

Once their last bit of strength is exhausted, they will suffer the same fate as their kin, turning into mindless plague monsters.

Garuda and Fengling sensed Lin Yuan's killing intent from afar.

The two gave a bitter laugh and closed their eyes.

The victor is king, the loser is villain—an ironclad law of the universe.

They were outmatched, so they have no one to blame but themselves for dying here.

Only Youfeng is still struggling.

He struggled to lift his head, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace onto his blood-stained face.

"No...don't kill me..." You Feng's voice was hoarse, filled with deep fear.

Lin Yuan remained silent in the distance, his figure still flickering in the void.

Youfeng's will to survive erupted.

Ignoring the excruciating pain all over his body, he desperately crawled forward, trying to prove his determination.

"I beg you, spare me! I am the most outstanding prodigy of this generation of the Shadow God Clan!"

"I am a demigod at the seventh level! I am destined to lead the Shadow God Clan to become a top-tier race in the universe!"

Youfeng shouted incoherently.

"I can't die here! I'll give you anything you want! Resources! Yes, resources!"

You Feng's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped at the last straw.

"The Shadow God Clan is at least a second-rate race. Do you want a place to reside in the Divine Realm?"

"Whether it's a habitat for the realm of space or the realm of life."

"Just say the word, and the Shadow God Clan will pay any price, only asking that you spare my life!"

Lin Yuan remained unmoved and immediately appeared in front of the other party.

You Feng panicked.

He realized that the other party seemed to look down on these empty promises.

"No, no, no! I've changed my mind!" You Feng shook his head frantically, speaking very quickly.

"I can be your slave! Yes! Slave God! We'll sign a supplementary contract right away, a master-servant contract is fine too!"

"I can accept any conditions!"

Upon hearing this, Jialou and Fengling, who were lying next to him, opened their eyes and looked at Youfeng in disbelief.

The number one genius of the Shadow God Clan, a peerless genius at the seventh level of demigod, actually took the initiative to ask to become a slave to other alien races.

You Feng didn't care about their gazes at all; all he wanted now was to survive.

"My lord! Think about it!" You Feng became more and more excited as he spoke, and even began to make grand promises to Lin Yuan.

"Don't you want a future servant who will lead the Shadow God race?"

"As long as I return alive, I will definitely become the chief god of the Shadow God Clan! At that time, you will be the sole ruler of the entire Shadow God Clan!"

"All the assets and resources of the Shadow God Clan are yours!"

You Feng swallowed hard, his eyes flashing with a crazed light.

"You could easily enslave our entire race!"

"At that time, any stunningly beautiful woman in the Shadow God Clan, and any of the universe's most precious natural treasures, will be yours!"

"You will become the most powerful being among all the races of the starry sky!"

Garuda and Fengling were dumbfounded.

shameless.

That's shameless!

To save his own life, he didn't hesitate to betray his entire race and even the women of his tribe.

This kind of god is the scum among the gods.

However, despite their disdain, a glimmer of hope inevitably welled up in the hearts of Garuda and Fengling.

If this human is truly moved by Youfeng's conditions, then do they also have a chance to survive?

Both the Winged Race and the Shadow God Race are second-rate races, and they also provide a large amount of resources and slaves.

The two gods looked at Lin Yuan, who was not far away, awaiting his response.

He approached the three gods, and Youfeng was about to force out a fawning smile that looked worse than crying.

Lin Yuan had already spread his five fingers on his left hand and directly gripped You Feng's crown.

His right hand shot out simultaneously, its five fingers forked, grabbing the heads of Garuda and Fengling.

The fawning expression on You Feng's face froze.

The hope in Garuda and Wind Feather's eyes was shattered.

"You..." You Feng only managed to utter one word.

The old method: soul search!