Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The silvery currents of time continue to surge.

We have entered the second century.

Deep within the earth's veins, the fire of the demigods burned ever more fiercely.

The heat of the divine fire penetrated the crystalline crust and continued to scorch the entire wasteland.

The large amount of "unusual resources" that Lin Yuan invested at the beginning of the first century have gradually fermented over the long years.

[Extremely Cold Bone-Scraping Eye] [Heavy Metal Toxic Mist] [Void Poison Swamp Acid Liquid]...

The sources of pollution, which originally went their separate ways, experienced intense conflict and fusion under the influence of the laws.

This has led to a series of extreme weather events.

At the edge of the sky, heavy metal toxic clouds and a radiation storm intertwined in red and green hues.

Occasionally, hailstones made of heavy metal toxic acid will fall from the sky without warning.

The hailstones, the size of an adult's fist, were a deathly leaden gray.

The toxic acid hailstones fell from a height of 10,000 meters, with kinetic energy comparable to that of heavy artillery fire.

It hit the carbonized crust and instantly created deep craters.

Besides toxic acid and hail, ghostly geomagnetic storms over the far north volcanic belt have become commonplace.

The tens of thousands of incomplete negative entries forcibly stripped away by Lin Yuan intertwined with the toxic fire meteors erupting from the volcano.

Every two weeks, a pure black magnetic storm cyclone stretching for hundreds of kilometers forms in the sky.

The cyclone was filled with materialized spatial blades and the howls of vengeful spirits, indiscriminately cutting through all matter caught in it.

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Ice and fire alternate, acid corrosion and death energy dance together.

However, this abnormal climate does not pose a threat to the organisms in the center of the basin.

The tyrant stood in the center of the storm, and fire meteors struck his armor, only producing a puff of white smoke.

The hailstones fell, but were vaporized by the intense heat on his body.

The tyrants even used this extreme weather as a form of physical training.

They clashed amidst the fireballs, honing their physical resilience through all the weather conditions.

But for the Sky Race, who have lost the cover of the ground, this kind of climate is undoubtedly a catastrophe.

The high altitude is their habitat.

Two hundred years of procreation frenzy has caused the number of Sky Races to spiral out of control.

The number of Black Gold Blade Feathered Vultures has surpassed one million.

The size of the Infrasonic Bone-Blade Bats has reached 1.5 million.

They lack the abnormal defense of the tyrannical demons and can only rely on their flesh and blood to withstand the onslaught of the climate.

Large numbers of demonic vultures were shredded in the vengeful spirit storm, and countless bone-blade bats had their wings pierced by the poisonous acid hail, falling to the ground and turning into a bloody pulp.

Death is forcing them to evolve.

The surviving vultures have feathers with a density that increases exponentially.

The surviving bone-blade bats have developed even wider and thicker bone blades on their wings.

It forms a bony structure similar to a shield, sufficient to protect the vulnerable torso when hail falls.

The harsh environment did not unite the sky races; instead, it ignited their struggle for living space.

The heavy metal toxic cloud consists of two layers, upper and lower.

The upper level is well-lit by radiation, while the lower level is dark and cold.

In order to compete for safer and more resource-rich cloud areas.

The two races engaged in a protracted racial war in the sky.

During the day, it is the absolute home ground of the [Black Gold Blade Feather Demon Eagle].

The poisonous light pierced through the cracked sky and shone on the heavy metal toxic cloud.

High temperatures make the toxic gas extremely reactive.

The vultures spread their wings and soared, their metallic feathers reflecting a dazzling halo of light.

A million demonic vultures formed a black storm that blotted out the sky.

They don't need any tactics; relying on their extreme diving speed and cutting force, they plunge straight down from high altitudes into the lower clouds.

The air was torn apart, producing a piercing sonic boom.

The swarm of bone-blade bats, hiding in the dark clouds, suffered a devastating blow.

The demonic vultures resembled heavily armed fighter jets, their metal wings like the Grim Reaper's scythe, mercilessly slicing through the bodies of the bone-blade bats.

Severed limbs and foul-smelling blood rained down from the sky.

The vulture opened its iron beak, snatched the heart of a falling bat while flying at high speed, and swallowed it with its head tilted back.

Once night falls, the situation will begin to reverse.

The temperature in the divine realm plummeted, heavy metal toxic clouds began to descend, and the air was filled with a bone-chilling cold.

This is the hunting time for the Infrasonic Bone-Blade Bat.

Millions of bone-bladed bats surged forth from the cliffs and the depths of the clouds.

Hanging upside down in the air, they opened their mouths, which were full of fangs.

There were no screams, no roars.

Only infrasound with a frequency high enough to destroy the structure of matter.

The Boneblade Bat simultaneously released infrasound waves, creating visible, transparent ripples in the night sky.

Ripples overlapped and resonated, transforming into an invisible killing net covering an area of ​​thousands of miles.

The falcons, which were so arrogant during the day, were suddenly enveloped by the infrasound net.

The hard metal feathers would lose their balance, and the internal organs inside would shatter directly due to the resonance.

A large number of demonic vultures bled from their seven orifices and their pupils ruptured in mid-air, falling straight down from the sky like raindrops.

A swarm of bone-bladed bats followed closely behind.

Using bone blades, they decapitated the falling demonic vultures and sucked their blood, which was rich in heavy metal energy.

Day and night alternate, offense and defense switch roles.

For decades.

A torrential rain of debris and blood constantly falls over the divine realm.

however.

In the middle and late stages of the second century.

The intense war expenditures caused a severe disruption to the Sky Race's logistical supplies.

Reproduction requires extremely high energy, and evolution requires massive amounts of flesh and blood.

Simply relying on mutual consumption is no longer sufficient to sustain the consumption of millions of units.

The Sky Races habitually cast their gaze upon the outer reaches of the divine realm.

That used to be their favorite buffet restaurant.

For the past hundred years, an astonishing number of Dark Gold Poisonous Miasma Insects have lived on the outermost edge of the Divine Realm.

Those large, plump, and relatively slow-moving metallic cockroaches are the favorite "spicy snacks" of the devil vulture and bone-blade bat.

Whenever they get hungry, they will swoop down in groups, easily bite through the insectoids' carapaces, and feast on them.

But in recent decades, things have changed.

Flocks of demonic vultures circled above the mountains on the edge of the divine realm, their sharp eagle eyes scanning the area below.

It's completely bare.

Not even a single insect antennae can be seen.

The army of crustaceans that used to crawl all over the mountains and spew out green poisonous miasma seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Only the occasional radiation storm would stir up a layer of black dust.

At night, the swarm of bone-sword bats released infrasound waves to probe the ground, but found nothing.

Apart from the giant, rampant ash spore mushrooms growing on the ground, there wasn't a trace of life on the surface.

Although the intelligence of the Sky Races has been enhanced by the nourishment of the Prophet's Rain, their brain capacity is ultimately limited.

Their neural pathways are filled with violence and killing.

They cannot understand profound concepts such as "tactical contraction" and "digging deep tunnels and storing grain."

They couldn't understand how those insects crawling all over the ground could just disappear into thin air.

Were they all killed by the extreme weather?

Despite my doubts, my stomach was protesting.

The inability to find insects and the resulting gap in the food chain drove the Vulture and Boneblade Bat into extreme agitation.

Should we go to the center of the basin to cause trouble for those black monsters?

The thought had barely crossed the minds of the lead vultures when it was extinguished by the instinctive fear ingrained in their genes.

We can't afford to mess with them.

They are absolutely not to be trifled with.

Since the central government's "living Yama" (a powerful figure in Chinese mythology) is untouchable, and the insects on the surface have disappeared.

The celestial races could only fix their greedy gazes on the River Styx that encircled the divine realm.

The river was a hundred meters wide, its surface churning with stagnant, dark red waves.

Beneath the surface of the water live tens of millions of aquatic creatures.

Driven by hunger, the battle for ecological niches in the sea and air has officially begun.

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River Styx

The river here is devoid of any life, containing only corrosion and a thick aura of death.

After two hundred years of immersion and evolution.

The underwater [Shocked Liquid Gold Crab] and [Crimson Flying Blade Bone Fish] have long since undergone a complete transformation.

Four hundred thousand liquid gold crabs, swollen to the size of a small car.

Their carapaces, tempered by the deathly aura over many years, have turned into a pale white, bony shell.

Those giant pincers were even more exaggerated, their surfaces covered with fine lines generated by high-frequency vibrations.

They usually lurk at the bottom of stagnant riverbeds, devouring the sunken debris, like rows of underwater landmines.

The 600,000 scarlet flying bladefish then transformed into complete underwater assassins.

Their scales have fallen off, leaving only a thin layer of dead, bony armor.

Crabs and bony fish usually hunt each other at the bottom of the water, competing for resources.

But when the threat from the sky descends, these icy aquatic creatures...

They exhibited a chilling degree of xenophobia and absolute solidarity.

Noon on a certain day.

Three hundred thousand Black Gold Blade Feathered Vultures have been assembled.

They hovered above the River Styx, obscuring the entire sky.

Crimson Frenzy state activated.

Without any probing, 300,000 demonic vultures transformed into a black meteor shower, plunging directly into the stagnant water.

Rumble!

The enormous impact of the water created black waves tens of meters high on the wide river surface.

The metal wings of the eagle sizzled and corroded in the stagnant water.

But relying on their strong resistance, they forcefully broke through the water flow and used their sharp claws to grab the bone fish below the surface.

A counterattack followed immediately.

The Crimson Flying Bladefish showed no sign of backing down.

The ghostly flames in their eye sockets flickered violently.

The fish quickly dispersed underwater, forming whirlpool formations.

Swish swish!

Countless bony fish leaped out of the water.

They drew strange arcs in the air.

Sharp teeth bit into the neck of the swooping vulture.

A bony fish bit through the throat of a magic vulture.

The highly toxic substance was injected instantly.

The eagle let out a mournful cry, its body stiffening in mid-air before crashing heavily into the stagnant water.

The vulture's reaction was equally fierce.

A mutated demonic eagle leader, seven meters long, allowed more than a dozen bone fish to bite its wings.

It quickly folded its wings, and its metal feather blades flipped, cutting the bony fish on its body into pieces.

With a swift reach of its claws, it snatched a bony fish from the water and pulverized it with a single bite of its beak.

The air's strangulation of the water reached a fever pitch from the very beginning.

Broken eagles continued to fall from the sky.

The surface of the water was covered with the remains of bony fish.

The blood stained the stagnant waters of the underworld even more crimson.

But this was only the daytime battle.

When heavy metal toxic clouds obscure the sky, the eye of the extreme cold howls once again.

The flock of vultures, covered in wounds and corroded by the stagnant water, retreated in disarray back into the sky.

Night falls.

The Infrasonic Boneblade Bat has been deployed.

Hundreds of thousands of bone-bladed bats flew low over the stagnant water.

They learned from the lesson of the devil vulture and avoided close combat with the bone fish.

The swarm of bats opened their mouths and released the highest frequency infrasound waves at the water's surface.

hum-

The surface of the stagnant water became eerily still.

The next second, a large area of ​​water burst open with a roar.

The underwater school of bony fish suffered a devastating blow.

The infrasound waves penetrated the water layer, shattering the fragile joints of the bony fish's skeleton.

Large numbers of bony fish lost their ability to move and floated to the surface belly up.

The swarm of bone-blade bats swooped down excitedly, ready to reap their spoils.

Just then, a continuous, muffled rumble came from the depths of the stagnant water.

The oscillating liquid at the bottom of the cave has stirred the army of golden crabs.

Hundreds of thousands of liquid gold crabs, stepping on the shells of their companions, quickly piled up to form biological towers that connected to the water's surface.

When the Boneblade Bat approaches the water's surface.

The liquid gold crab simultaneously raised its vibrating pincers.

Click!

All the giant pincers closed simultaneously.

Spatial explosion.

Large swaths of air above the stagnant water were forcibly evacuated, creating small vacuum collapse zones.

Infrasound becomes completely ineffective in a vacuum environment.

The bone-blade bats, having lost their bearings, collided with each other.

The liquid gold crab brandished its massive pincers, imbued with death energy, and clamped down on a low-flying bat.

With a powerful clamp, the bat and its bone blade were clamped in two.

The entrails mixed with fresh blood were splattered on the shell of the liquid gold crab, which was then licked clean by the crabs.

Sky creatures hunt aquatic creatures.

Aquatic creatures fight back against sky creatures.

There has been no real victory in this decades-long war between species.

There is only one outcome to every battle.

Death, or becoming stronger.

The dead vultures and bats in the water were devoured by liquid gold crabs and bone fish.

The aquatic creatures absorbed the flesh and blood of the Sky Race, which strengthened their bones and armor.

Crabs and bone fish that died on the shore were carried back to their nests by the Sky Race.

The demonic eagle absorbed the death energy, and a touch of eerie white appeared on its wings.

The bat swallowed the concussion glands, and the infrasound's destructive power acquired the property of physical pulverization.

The ecological spiral is pushed to an incredible height amidst this internal friction.

The acceleration of time continues.

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