Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The turbulent flow of silver time silently swirls on the periphery.

The outside world changes in the blink of an eye, while the inside has undergone a century of profound changes.

The fourth centenary has begun.

After a century of nurturing by millions of saplings, the underlying laws of the wasteland are undergoing a complete reconstruction.

In the center of the basin, the dark red Blood Abyss Sea continues to expand.

The climate in the sky has become stable.

The lead-gray heavy metal toxic clouds no longer drifted around, but remained fixed at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

The vengeful spirit magnetic storm and the extremely cold, bone-scraping eye of the wind move along a fixed pressure zone.

The space's solidity has increased several times over.

An ordinary bronze creature's full-force attack couldn't even produce a sonic boom in the air.

The far north, a cluster of volcanoes.

Inside the main crater, elemental life forms composed entirely of black, poisonous fire crawled out of the magma.

[Calamity Fire Spirit]

After a century of gestation, this strange species was born, inheriting the creative will of Lin Yuan and a massive amount of negative terms.

The number has officially exceeded six thousand.

They have no vocal organs and communicate solely through the resonance of the toxic fire core within their bodies.

The center of the basin.

The Liquid Gold Blood-Devouring Demon Tree soared into the clouds, obscuring the sky.

The tyrant stood alone on a thick branch at the highest point of the demon tree.

Its height exceeds twenty meters.

Its entire body is covered with naturally formed patterns of laws.

It has already broken through the platinum level barrier.

The tyrant's dark golden vertical pupils looked down at the wasteland below.

The profound impact of the reconstruction of the rules can only be truly appreciated by those who have reached that level.

This world is transforming, and its genetic sequence is also evolving.

The tyrant raised his head and let out a deep roar that shook the entire divine realm.

The sound pierced through the storm and entered the minds of every high-ranking demon.

The instruction has been issued.

Within the basin, the top 50,000 elite monstrous beasts ceased all movement.

They were all top-tier Gold-rank combatants who had mastered dual sequences.

Upon receiving their leader's order, the group of elite demons silently headed towards the Blood Abyss Sea.

They stepped into the viscous, dark red seawater, letting the blood wash over their heads.

They sat cross-legged on the seabed, their liquid gold armor entering a dormant state.

Close your eyes and begin to comprehend higher-level laws by taking advantage of the transformation of the laws of heaven and earth to advance your level.

Another group of elites walked toward the Protoss Gene Monument, leaned against its base, and fell into a deep sleep.

The tyrant withdrew his gaze.

It turned to face the dark gold tree tumor on the trunk of the demon tree that was emitting violent energy fluctuations.

The tyrant stretched out its claws and tore open the woody layer on the surface of the burl.

It strode into it.

The burl closed rapidly.

The pinnacle of divine power, along with 50,000 core elites, have gone into seclusion.

The central basin fell into an unusually quiet state.

There were no earth-shattering sounds of battle, only the slow flow of spiritual energy from the Dark Abyss.

……

The border of the divine realm.

Beneath the rolling mountains lies a complex network of underground tunnels.

The Zerg King stood atop the highest mountain peak.

The compound eyes gaze upon the territory beneath their feet.

It's been a full ten years.

Over the past three hundred years, the Dark Gold Poisonous Mist Insect Clan has completed an incredible racial iteration.

They are no longer those bloated worms that can only crawl on the ground and be slaughtered at will.

The new generation of Zerg has maintained a body length of about one meter.

Its body is covered with a layer of pure black uranium carapace.

This shell is not only hard, but also completely immune to all radiation and erosion within the divine realm.

The three radiation towers that spew uranium rays standing on the outskirts of the wasteland were once death landmarks that buried millions of Zerg.

Now, the new generation of soldier insects lays their eggs directly in the slag at the bottom of the radiation tower.

After hatching, the larvae eat deadly slag as their first meal.

The radiation towers have been completely reduced to toys in the Zerg's backyard.

Resources are extremely scarce in the border areas.

Without the nourishment of the Blood Abyss Sea, and without the blessing of the Star Monument.

But the Zerg leader still managed to raise an army of ten million here.

This is all thanks to the magic tree seedlings that are scattered throughout the border.

The dark abyssal energy spewed from the saplings, along with the occasional drops of nutrient solution, kept the Zerg's resources at a minimum.

The mother tirelessly lays eggs in her underground nest.

The victor is responsible for eliminating the weak and concentrating limited resources on the strongest individuals.

The Insect King stood at the forefront of the wind.

Its antennae trembled slightly as it sensed the presence of the central basin in the distance.

It does this action every day.

It has been repeatedly confirmed over the past decade.

The terrifying aura that had weighed on all living beings and made them tremble deep within their genes had completely vanished.

Not only the strongest monster, but also tens of thousands of auras in the center of the basin, all disappeared without a trace.

The monsters of the Central Plains fell into a long slumber.

A savage glint flashed in the Insect King's narrow, compound eyes.

Even if the other side is asleep, it will never touch the central basin.

This is self-awareness ingrained in our genes.

Millions of Zerg going there are just like delivering fertilizer to the Mother Tree.

However, the border region is extremely poor in resources.

The nutrients provided by the subtrees are insufficient to support the next round of evolutionary development for an army of tens of millions.

We have to go out and rob it.

The central government is too tough to crack.

It is confident in its ability to handle birds in the sky and fish in the water.

The Insect King raised its arms.

A half-meter-long dark gold arm blade pops out from the forearm.

It raised its head and let out a high-frequency screech that pierced the clouds.

The hiss echoed through the insect network, reaching every corner.

attack.

The earth began to tremble.

An endless torrent of black water surged from the cracks in the carbonized crust.

Ten million Zerg emerged from the earth.

They simultaneously spread their dorsal membranous wings.

The high-frequency vibrations converged, overwhelming the howling wind in the sky.

The swarm of insects took to the air.

aims.

The sky battlefield beneath the heavy metal toxic clouds, and the Styx River that surrounds the divine realm.

The looting war has officially begun.

In the sky, 400,000 Black Gold Blade Feathered Vultures are circling.

They had just finished a battle with the bone-blade bats and were preparing to land and rest.

Suddenly, a dense, impenetrable black cloud rose from the ground below.

This was a premeditated sneak attack, and the swarm split in two.

Five million insect soldiers swooped down into the sky.

The distance has been shortened.

The vultures recognized these were their former food.

Tens of thousands of demonic vultures folded their wings, accelerated by gravity, and plunged headlong into the swarm of insects.

Metal wings unfolded, revealing the extremely hard black-gold carapace of the new generation of insects.

However, under the ferocious kinetic energy strikes of the demonic eagle, countless insectoids were still sliced ​​into pieces in mid-air.

Black and gold limbs and poisonous blood fell like rain, but the Zerg did not care about the pain and death.

Hundreds of Zerglings desperately pounced on a single Vulture.

Even if cut in two, it will cling tightly to the vulture's neck and claws with its membrane and amputated limbs.

The spiracles on the insect's head are open.

The highly concentrated poisonous miasma sprayed out, directly coating the eyes and respiratory tract of the demon eagle.

This poisonous miasma, refined over a century by the radiation tower, has become extremely toxic.

The vulture let out a mournful cry.

The eyeballs began to carbonize, and black pus and blood oozed from the base of the metal feathers.

His body stiffened in mid-air and plummeted straight to the ground.

The insects did not let go and fell with the demonic vulture.

As they fell, they opened their barbed mouthparts and frantically tore at the flesh of the devil vulture.

In just one encounter, tens of thousands of vultures were dragged to the ground.

The flock of vultures panicked.

They attempted to rise in altitude to escape the heavy metal cloud above.

But the number of insects was too large.

Five million soldier insects formed a three-dimensional encirclement in mid-air.

They used their numerical advantage to block all escape routes.

One after another, the devil eagles were poisoned, torn apart, and killed.

Night falls.

Infrasonic bone-blade bats emerged from the depths of the clouds.

They sensed the defeat of the demon vultures and prepared to reap the benefits.

Hundreds of thousands of bats opened their mouths and released high-frequency sound waves.

An invisible infrasound net enveloped the swarm of insects in the air.

The insect's exoskeleton resonated violently.

But the Zerg leader already had a solution.

Just moments before the infrasound arrived, an extremely viscous, grayish-green gelatinous substance was secreted from the seams of all the soldier insects' carapaces.

The gel-like substance covers the entire body, forming an excellent sound-absorbing and buffering layer.

When infrasound hits it, its power is reduced by 60%.

We must withstand this wave of attacks.

The insect soldiers vibrated their membranous wings, braving the aftershocks of the infrasound, and charged toward the swarm of bats.

They don't try to outrun bats.

Hundreds of thousands of insects linked together in mid-air, forming long chains of insects.

The insect chain swung, directly entangled the bat's broad, bony wings.

It spews poisonous miasma and uses its mouthparts to tear and bite.

The bone-bladed bats fell from the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

At the same time, on the banks of the River Styx.

Another five million Zerg troops arrived at the riverbank.

They did not go into the water.

The Zerg leader knew very well that fighting in stagnant water would greatly diminish their advantage.

The worker insects lined up in formation on the shore.

It opened its mouth and frantically spat out the strong acid venom stored in its body into the stagnant water.

The high concentration of venom spread rapidly in the shallow water, reacting chemically with the stagnant water to form boiling zones.

The underwater tremors of the liquid gold crab and the scarlet flying blade bone fish were provoked.

Large numbers of liquid gold crabs surfaced, brandishing their enormous pincers imbued with deathly aura, and climbed onto the riverbank, ready to clean up these oblivious insects.

They were met with a swarm of insects charging across the mountains and plains.

With each swing of its claws, it crushes hundreds of insects into pieces.

The bone fish leaped out of the water, its flying blades carving bloody alleys through the Zerg like meteors.

The riverside battlefield was also transformed into a bloody grinding mill.

The Zerg suffered nearly a million casualties before barely managing to win the battle.

The Zerg king stood high above, coldly observing everything.

It did not order a complete extermination, and the counterattacks from the sky and the sea also brought the swarm to the brink of destruction.

The looting lasted for three days and three nights.

Once the objective was achieved, the Insect King let out a retreating hiss.

The insects on the battlefield all stopped attacking.

They have a clear division of labor.

Soldier insects stood guard on the perimeter, while worker insects stepped forward, carrying the corpse of the magic vulture, the wings of the bat, and the broken pincers of the liquid gold crab.

The swarm of millions of insects, laden with mountains of spoils, swiftly retreated into the underground network.

All that remained on the ground was a scene of devastation, along with the stunned remnants of the sky and ocean.

Once the lowest and weakest insect.

Through a century of forbearance and astonishing reproduction, they have taken a huge bite out of the middle class.

Inside the underground nest.

The mother body devoured the high-level flesh and blood she had stolen, and the rate of egg production increased once again.

The genes of the new generation of insects are beginning to incorporate some desirable traits from sky and aquatic organisms.

The next evolution of the Zerg has begun.

……

The real world.

A secret room in the villa.

Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

A flash of dark golden light passed through the depths of his eyes.

The violent aura he had just experienced after breaking through to the second stage of demigodship was gradually subsiding within him.

He exhaled a long breath and frowned slightly.

Something's not right.

Lin Yuan muttered to himself.

He reached out to examine the state of his soul.

The river of war faith that flowed back into his sea of ​​consciousness did not dry up as he broke through to the second stage.

On the contrary, its flow has become even larger, and its purity has reached an outrageous level.

What surprised Lin Yuan even more was that he could actually sense a condensed aura of laws within this river of faith.

It is the flavor of the world's origin and my sublimation.

"Have the fundamental laws of the wasteland been purified?"

Lin Yuan frowned and said, "No, it's not purification, it's a direct advancement."

"Who could have caused such an exaggerated transformation of the laws?"

"The tyrant is leading the trouble inside? He's forced all those big guys to mutate?"

"Or did the Liquid Gold Blood-Devouring Demon Tree absorb all the flesh of those Abyssal Grand Dukes and directly break through to the Transcendent level?"

Several thoughts flashed through Lin Yuan's mind.

Because the time-accelerated cocoon was still there, he was unable to send his consciousness inside to check the specific situation.

But no matter what happens inside.

The power of faith cannot be faked.

Those clans that grew stronger through battle and multiplied through plunder.

They are using their evolution to elevate his level of existence as the creator.

Lin Yuan felt relieved.

It doesn't matter how it's cooked inside, as long as the meat is tender in the pot.

Since the family members are so supportive, why not take advantage of this feast that's been delivered to our door?

He originally planned to consolidate his second-stage realm, but now it seems that breaking through to the third stage is not out of the question.