Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Lin Yuan returned to the highest point of the Divine Realm and raised his right hand.

"My family."

The magnificent sound pierced through the clouds and echoed across tens of millions of square kilometers of land.

"The party isn't over yet."

"Three brand-new divine realm coordinates have been locked."

"There are abundant resources there, pure spiritual veins, and flesh and blood waiting for you to harvest."

"Go plunder. Go destroy. Go devour everything of value."

The divine decree was issued.

After a brief silence, the entire Wasteland God Realm erupted in excitement.

A deafening roar pierced the sky.

"Long live the God!"

"Great Creator!"

The tyrant pounded its chest, the insectoids hissed, and the fire spirits spewed karmic fire.

A feverish emotion spread through the hearts of every wasteland creature.

Plunder is an instinct ingrained in their genes.

Now, the Creator himself has opened up a new hunting ground for them.

central basin.

The tyrant stood up, his dark gold body, a thousand meters tall, exuding a terrifying sense of oppression.

"roar!"

The tyrant roared and waved his sixteen arms.

Above the sky, a dark golden divine realm passage slowly took shape.

The tyrant took the lead, striding towards the passage.

Zerg territory.

The Insect King hovered in mid-air, its compound eyes gleaming with a cunning light.

It was still savoring the feeling of having just manipulated the flesh and blood of billions of alien races.

In the mother insect's hatching pool, the source insect's eggs are constantly developing.

Upon hearing Lin Yuan's divine decree, the Insect King trembled with excitement.

There are still three divine realms to seize!

The Insect King's spirit tentacles twitched, instantly transmitting commands to the entire race.

Shadow Blade Bug, Bursting Bug, Nether Beetle...

Billions of Zerg emerged from underground and their nests, converging into a massive, sky-covering cloud of insects.

They emitted piercing screechs as they surged into the dark gold passage that had opened in the sky.

The far northern volcanic group.

One by one, fire spirit kings rose from the magma, their fiery bodies radiating terrifyingly high temperatures.

The Fire Spirit Kings were also holding back their energy.

They looked down on the Zerg's methods and wanted to prove their destructive power to the Creator.

The Fire Spirit Kings let out a low growl.

They leaped out of the crater, carrying their fire spirit minions, and rushed towards the passage belonging to the fire spirit race.

This time, they will burn everything and rob everything.

The River Styx is filled with deathly energy.

The undead from the Void Abyss rode a thousand-meter-long Bloodstained Bone Fish, emerging from the bottom of the water.

Deep in the sky, in the dimension of shadow.

The Demon Blade Bat and the Demon Vulture emitted sharp screechs.

After Youfeng's [Shadow Anomaly] talent was integrated into the Divine Realm, the amplification was most significant for the sea and air races, especially the sky race.

High-ranking sky creatures mostly reside in the Shadow Dimension.

This talent perfectly matches their attributes.

Even though the integration period is still short, the momentum of the sea and air races has already increased by more than half a percent.

A deeper shadow coiled around the necromancer's scythe, and black light shimmered at the edges of the eagle's feathers.

They sensed the increase in power, and their desire to plunder intensified.

Countless dark gold passages opened above the River Styx and in the Shadow Dimension.

The naval and air forces entered in single file.

Lin Yuan hovered in the sky, watching this scene, a smile curving his lips.

He slightly tampered with the connection to the divine realm passage.

The passage between the sea and air races connects to all three alien divine realms.

The passages to the Tyrant, the Insect King, and the Fire Spirit only connect to the divine realms of Wind Feather and Garuda.

Youfeng's divine domain was closed to these three earth overlords.

As a fair creator, Lin Yuan naturally wanted to bestow his blessings equally upon all beings.

Previously in the folded space, he only summoned monstrous demons, insectoids, and fire spirits to harvest billions of flesh and blood.

The two groups of people, one from the sea and one from the air, didn't even get a sip of soup.

This time, we'll naturally give them a special treat and a bigger share of the profits.

"Go ahead and loot as much as you like," Lin Yuan muttered to himself.

Finally, he looked at the Taixu Calamity Annihilation - End Mother Tree in the central basin.

The Demon Tree was gazing longingly at the passage in the sky.

It knew that the underlying laws and empty shells of those divine realms would ultimately be its sustenance.

Lin Yuan waved his hand.

Tens of thousands of dark gold passages opened around the magic tree.

"Wait until they've finished looting before you clean up the mess," Lin Yuan instructed.

The countless branches of the magic tree swayed and nodded repeatedly.

Having arranged everything, Lin Yuan's consciousness left the Wasteland God Realm and returned to the real world.

Inside the folded space, Lin Yuan opened his eyes.

The crimson blood sword was stuck in the metal stone beside it, and the eyeball on the hilt rolled around, dutifully keeping watch.

Lin Yuan stood up and looked down into the depths of the earth.

There, liquid gold of various properties intertwines like a river.

Metal (庚), Water (癸), Fire (离)... This naturally blessed land contains unimaginable wealth.

"We should really study this place properly." Lin Yuan strode towards the center of the deep pit.

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On the other side, they plunder the wasteland retinues of alien divine realms.

Wind Feather Divine Realm.

This is a floating island world above the clouds.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, and the wind howled between the islands.

Strange wind-elemental plants grow on the island, their pure white feathers fluttering in the wind.

This is the territory of the sky.

However, the world under this sky has come to an end.

A dark golden passage tore through the sky.

The Demon Race, the Zerg Race, the Fire Spirit Race, and the air and sea races emerged from the passage.

In order to seize opportunities in the Blood Pact Arena, Feng Ling took almost all of his followers with him.

Those remaining in the divine realm are less than one hundred million elderly, weak, sick, disabled, and newborn cubs.

A group of fledgling winged creatures, barely out of their wing, huddled under the Wind Spirit Tree, trembling with fear.

They watched in horror as the monster descended from the sky.

The tyrant was the first to land.

His true form reappeared, directly crushing a floating island.

It stretched out its arms and grabbed several elderly winged creatures that were trying to escape, pulling them forcefully.

Fresh blood and internal organs were scattered across the sky.

The tyrant curled his lip in disdain. Too weak, not even enough to fill a tooth gap.

It turned its head to look at a storm eye in the center of the island.

That place is the core resource point of the Wind Feather Divine Realm, where high-purity Wind Spirit Crystals are nurtured.

The tyrant strode over and plunged his hands into the rock strata at the edge of the eye of the storm.

The Titan's gravity field erupted, lifting the entire eye of the storm and hoisting it onto his shoulder.

The Zerg army has arrived.

The Shadowblade Bug transforms into a ruthless harvester, shredding everything in its path.

The bursting insects devoured the fruit of the Wind Spirit Tree, not even sparing the bark.

The Nether Beetles, carrying tons of Wind Spirit Crystals on their backs, formed a long line and transported them back to the passage.

The Fire Spirit Kings landed on another island.

They showed no interest in the old, weak, sick, or disabled, and charged straight for the winged tribe's treasure trove.

The multi-faceted flames spewed forth, melting the defensive formations of the treasure vault.

The fire spirits rushed in, taking away the rare metals, magic scrolls, and wind-attribute magic cores treasured inside.

The elders of the Winged Tribe knelt on the ground in despair, praying for the protection of the gods.

The only response they received were the giant hands of the tyrants, the sharp teeth of the insectoids, and the karmic fire of the fire spirits.

Massacre and plunder unfold in this floating island world.

The wasteland army swept through like locusts, leaving nothing behind.

Garuda's divine realm.

This is a world filled with flames and light.

Golden rivers of lava flow across the land, while two blazing suns hang in the sky.

There are only about 100 million family members left behind here.

Most of them are Fiery Sun Eagle Guards and Fire Spirit Birds.

The arrival of the wasteland army instantly shattered the peace here.

The Calamity Fire Spirit thrives here.

They frantically absorb the fire element in the air, their bodies swelling in the wind.

The Fire Spirit King set his sights on a golden lotus deep within the lava river.

That was the Great Sun Golden Lotus, which Garuda had painstakingly cultivated, containing the ultimate source of flame.

The Fire Spirit King jumped directly into the lava river, ignoring the terrifying heat, and plucked the Golden Lotus out of the water.

It opened its mouth wide and swallowed the lotus seeds of the golden lotus whole, while throwing the remaining petals and stems to its fire spirits.

The Zerg army poured into the Firebird's habitat.

The Firebirds attempted to fight back, but their efforts proved futile against the Wasteland Insectoids.

The Shadowblade easily sliced ​​through the Firebird's feathers.

The bursting insect sprayed out corrosive mucus, dissolving the Fire Spirit Bird's body.

The source worms roam the edge of the battlefield, collecting any valuable debris.

The tyrant disliked the environment here quite a bit.

It led its army of monstrous demons, specifically targeting the towering Temple of Light to vent its anger.

With six arms raised, the temple collapsed.

The demons pried off the glowing gems from the temple walls, smashed the statues, and utterly destroyed the place.

The undead rode monstrous fish to devour everything, while the demonic vultures and demonic bats absorbed negative emotions while plundering the spoils of war.

The divine realm of Youfeng.

This is a world of pure shadow.

There was no sunlight, no color, only endless darkness and a deep canyon.

The Shadow Goblins and Void Demons eked out a living in the darkness; they too were the old, weak, sick, and disabled left behind by Youfeng.

The Dark Gold Passage opened in the darkness, and the Demon Blade Bat and Demon Vulture rushed out first.

They move with incredible speed in the dark.

The Demon Blade Bat emitted a soul resonance, precisely locating the shadow goblin hiding in the dark.

Diving down, its sharp wing blades sliced ​​through the goblins' throats, sucking their blood.

The Voidwalker has its sights set on the Void Fiend.

With their powerful shadow affinity, they can see right through the Shadow Fiend's stealth.

Claws tore through the Shadow Demons' bodies, devouring their shadow essence.

In the waters of the underworld, undercurrents surge.

The Blood-Stained Skeleton Fish tore through the void and descended upon this shadowy world.

The undead rode atop a thousand-meter-high skeletal fish, looking down at the slaughtering sky creatures below.

The necromancer's eyes flickered with eerie green soul fire.

It looked at the demonic bats and demonic vultures and let out a cold laugh.

"A bunch of hairy beasts, do they even dare to compete with us for resources?"

The Necromancer wielded the Grim Reaper's scythe.

The skeletal fish opened its gaping maw in the abyss and spewed out a massive amount of Styx death energy.

An aura of death permeated the entire canyon.

The shadow goblins and void demons, tainted by death energy, rapidly decayed, their souls screaming as they were ripped away and flew into the necromancer's scythe.

Upon seeing this, the Demon Blade Bat and the Demon Vulture screech angrily.

They dare not approach areas filled with deathly stillness, and can only seek prey elsewhere.

The Necromancer retracted his scythe with satisfaction.

It commanded the skeleton fish to smash directly into a shadow altar deep in the canyon.

Beneath the altar, a spiritual vein flowing with pure shadow energy was revealed.

The undead swarmed forward, harvesting the energy from the ley lines with their scythes, while the skeleton fish devoured the scattered shadow crystals.

The sea and air races engage in fierce competition in this shadowy world.

They were fiercely competing with each other, vying to reap all the resources of the Netherworld Divine Realm.

Shadow goblins and Void spirits became the most tragic victims in this competition.

They didn't even have a chance to escape before they were completely annihilated in the darkness.

At this point, all three divine realms had fallen.