Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

One morning.

In the center of the basin, the Blood Abyss Sea began to surge without warning.

In the center of the sea of ​​blood, the towering [Liquid Gold Blood-Devouring Demon Tree] suddenly began to writhe.

Dark golden patterns of law moved across the tree bark.

Lin Yuan dumped a million tons of [Abyss Tai Sui meat].

Over the course of these long years, the Demon Tree completely drained it of its last bit of nourishment.

Om-!

The canopy of the demon tree suddenly opened up, obscuring the sky for dozens of miles around.

Then a strange, dark purple halo burst forth from among the leaves.

The dark purple pollen that had always permeated the divine realm underwent a sublime transformation in this instant.

The pollen color became extremely deep.

Each pollen grain transforms from its original dusty state into a tiny energy crystal.

All the creatures within the divine realm simultaneously ceased their movements.

Whether it's the demonic vultures and bone-blade bats tearing each other apart, or the dark gold poisonous insectoids hiding deep underground.

Or perhaps it's a violent demon that soaks in lava and becomes a "skyrocket."

Deep within the genes of every living being lies an irresistible desire.

"hiss--"

Inside the Zerg hive, the king let out a high-pitched screech.

Millions of insects burst from the ground.

It opens the pores on its shell and desperately sucks in pollen crystals that fall from the air.

The eagles in the sky abandoned their pursuit of the bone-blade bats, raised their necks, and gulped down the pollen.

This energy is so pure!

After organisms absorb pollen, the wounds on their bodies heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As bone density increases, the carapace becomes darker and shinier.

This citywide carnival lasted for three days and three nights.

Three days later, the changes on the canopy of the Demon Tree occurred again.

The enormous petals that emitted a ghostly glow began to close and shrink rapidly.

In just half a day, the flowers all over the sky withered and died.

Instead, the branches are covered with fist-sized, dark golden seeds.

Click.

The trunk of the demon tree emitted a soft hum, like a sigh from a god.

A sudden gust of wind arose.

The dark golden seeds on the branches detached from their parent plant and were swept up by a radiation storm of interwoven red and green.

It drifted with the wind, reaching every corner of the Wasteland God Realm.

The edge of the basin.

The tyrant's dark golden vertical pupils stared intently at the seeds falling from the sky.

As the pinnacle of divine power, it instinctively remained vigilant against such unknown changes.

The tyrant strode forward and walked straight to the trunk of the demonic tree in the center of the sea of ​​blood.

It extended its claws, covered in liquid gold armor, and ripped off a fleshy cocoon hanging from the tree trunk.

The tyrant grabbed a handful of the nutrient solution secreted by the roots of the demon tree and stuffed it into his mouth, savoring the sensation.

"Hmph." (It's okay, it won't affect my rice.)

After confirming that the mutation of the Demon Tree had no negative impact on the food source of the Demon Clan.

The tyrant lost interest and turned to walk back to his camp.

The world of kings is pure.

As long as the core business doesn't collapse, you can do whatever you want with the rest.

But just because a tyrant doesn't care doesn't mean other races don't care.

The number of seeds increased day by day.

soon.

In every corner of the divine realm, you can see these "premium blind boxes" with a dark gold glow.

Most importantly, this thing is detached from the central area of ​​the basin.

It is no longer exclusive to the Berserker.

A small leader of the insect soldiers tentatively picked up a seed that had fallen to the ground with its mouthparts and swallowed it whole.

Just a few seconds later, the soldier insect's body surface burst forth with a dark golden light.

Its strength, which had been stagnant at the peak of the Bronze level, was suddenly restored with a series of cracking sounds from its bones.

He forcefully broke through the rank barrier and stepped into the Silver Rank 1!

This sparked a frenzied struggle among the lowest-level creatures of the wasteland.

grab!

In the sky, a vulture has just picked up a seed that has fallen onto a cliff.

A dozen bone-blade bats rushed out from the side, their infrasonic bone blades tearing the demonic vulture to pieces.

On the banks of the River Styx.

A vibrating liquid crab used its giant pincers to catch a seed that had fallen to the water's surface, before it could even put it in its mouth.

A huge mouth full of sharp teeth burst out of the water.

A scarlet flying bladefish swallowed a crab along with half of its claw.

In the struggle for these scattered seeds, another bloody battle erupted in the wasteland.

However, strange things soon happened.

A soldier insect that had devoured a seed had its neck bitten off during a fight with its own kind over food.

In the usual wasteland conditions, this corpse would quickly turn into blood.

It flows into the earth's veins through cracks in the crust and eventually becomes nourishment for the central magic tree.

But not this time.

After the soldier insect dies, its body quickly shrivels up.

Suddenly, a large hole was torn open in its abdomen, and a dark red sprout emerged from its corpse.

The tender shoots grow rapidly in the wind, absorbing the remaining energy from the corpses and the free-floating radiation energy from the surrounding ground.

In just half an hour.

One plant is three meters tall and dark red all over.

The small tree, with its branches flowing with faint liquid metal, took shape completely on the corpse of the soldier insect.

This thing looks exactly like a miniature version of the [Liquid Gold Blood-Devouring Demon Tree]!

Not just the Zerg.

The demonic eagle that died under the heavy metal poison cloud, and the liquid gold crab that died fighting at the bottom of the River Styx.

Any organism that has consumed seeds during its lifetime.

Where they died, these miniature saplings all grew.

Of course, this "parasitic transformation" is not 100% successful.

If the host's level was too low before death, or if the corpse was severely damaged in the battle and had insufficient residual energy.

Those that burst forth will wither during the process of sprouting branches.

It turned into a pool of dark golden pus, corroding away along with the remains of its host.

They became fertilizer for this wasteland.

But even with a considerable failure rate, over time...

Every day, tens of thousands of creatures die in the struggle for power in the divine realm.

The number of saplings continues to grow explosively.

Ten years have passed.

Every corner and every mountain in the divine realm.

Even the bottom of the River Styx is covered with these dark red saplings.

They were like nails driven into the wasteland.

When the number of subtrees exceeded several million, the quantitative change finally led to a qualitative change.

Rumble!

A continuous resonance emanated from the depths of the divine realm's earth veins.

The root system of these millions of saplings.

Tens of thousands of kilometers underground, it is connected to the root system of the mother tree in the center of the basin.

A vast "Mother-Child Network of Earth Veins" covering the entire Wasteland God Realm has been officially declared complete.

The environment has changed.

The originally violent and chaotic red-green radiation storms, guided by the subtree network, have become more regular.

The leaves of the jujube tree absorb radiation toxins and heavy metal toxicity from the air.

After the tree trunk transformed, it emitted a faint, dark golden "Dark Abyss Spiritual Energy".

Wasteland is no longer simply a place of death and desolation.

Nourished by the "Dark Abyss Spiritual Energy," a black thorny grass even grew on the carbonized crust.

The energy concentration in the air surged.

The laws of gravity have become more stable, and the resilience of space has increased several times.

This is a completely positive transformation of the law.

……

The transformation of the environment has naturally given rise to entirely new anomalies.

The far north, a cluster of volcanoes.

Before Lin Yuan took over the management, he stripped away a massive amount of negative keywords and threw them all into the volcano cluster.

[Deep Corrosion of the Abyss], [Residual Death Aura of the Netherworld], [Whispers of the Remnant Soul of a Demon God]...

Hundreds of thousands of incomplete negative entries.

They should have been randomly crushing and devouring each other in the magma, forever just a chaotic and violent pot of magma.

However, as the dark gold seeds fell into the crater, they were scattered everywhere.

And the dark abyss spiritual energy that permeates the divine realm.

After a century of accumulation, amidst utter destruction, a glimmer of hope finally emerged.

"Boom!"

Inside the main crater, dark magma surged and churned.

Each strand was formed from black poisonous fire.

An elemental life form with a vaguely humanoid outline slowly rose from the lava.

[Calamity Fire Spirit]

A pure elemental being, devoid of complex intelligence, following primal instincts.

The day after these calamity fire spirits were born.

As usual, a group of well-fed and bored Titans arrived at the crater.

They jumped into the crater with practiced ease.

Get ready to block the eruption with your body and experience another thrilling volcanic eruption.

Dozens of monstrous demons used liquid metal to stack themselves into a human-shaped plug.

Before they could even begin to press down...

The magma below suddenly split to both sides.

Dozens of Calamity Fire Spirits climbed up the lava wall.

"roar?"

The Titan Fiend, which served as the bottom of the plug, looked down and froze.

What is this thing?

Before he could react, the Calamity Fire Spirit at the forefront swung its poisonous fire whip.

Snapped!

The long whip lashed fiercely across the face of the Titan Fiend.

The whip-like attacks, accompanied by extreme cold and bone-scraping force and poisonous fire, disregard the defenses that the tyrannical demon is so proud of.

Extreme cold froze the liquid metal, and toxic fire corroded into its very bones through the cracks.

"Awoo!"

The seven-meter-tall Titan Fiend let out a scream.

The human body sieve collapsed instantly.

The monstrous creatures tumbled into the lava, crashing head-on into this group of uncivilized elemental beings.

The Calamity Fire Spirit, taking advantage of its environment within magma, can appear and disappear unpredictably.

Physical attacks penetrate them directly, making it difficult to cause substantial damage.

Each of Fire Spirit's whips could tear the Demon's skin and flesh, and make its soul tremble.

The raging demons who escaped the crater stood on the edge, pointing below and cursing loudly.

Can't take a joke?

Come on, let's have a one-on-one fight!

The fire spirits ignored the raging, impotent fury of the tyrant.

They walked to the edge of the crater.

His empty eyes stared at the [Living Forging Nest] operating not far away.

The mother nest exuded the aura of creation belonging to Lin Yuan.

Fire Spirit has no consciousness.

However, their origins lie in the negative terms Lin Yuan invested, and they have an instinctive awe of this creative aura.

They stopped, not daring to cross the line, and turned back to sink into the lava.

The demons exchanged glances upon seeing this.

Hey, these black lumps of coal are actually quite sensible.

You know not to smash the pot that's already full.

Since it does not affect the production of high-level metal embryos in the arsenal.

The tyrants then abandoned their idea of ​​calling in reinforcements to flatten the volcano.

Since I have nothing to do all day after eating, isn't this a perfect sparring partner?

Since then, the far northern volcanic cluster has had a new activity.

Every day, large numbers of violent demons line up to jump into the crater and engage in a hardcore physical and magical brawl with the Calamity Fire Spirit.

Although they were whipped and screamed every time, the tyrants were tempered by extreme cold and poisonous fire.

The magic resistance of the living liquid gold armor began to increase dramatically.

The 500-year trusteeship period is already halfway over.

……