Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The Last Hundred Years

The deepest part of the underground insect nest.

The Insect King lay on the Black Stone Throne.

On its chest, there is a fist-shaped wound that is three inches deep and has not yet healed.

Its withered, grayish-white color is the remnant of the Titan's Extreme Path's suppression.

This fist imprint shattered the Insect King's four-hundred-year-old ambition.

It also disrupted the Zerg's outward expansion.

It behaved itself.

Extremely honest.

The massive Zerg army of millions broke into smaller units.

The Insect King no longer issues genocidal charges that sweep across land, sea, and air.

The frequency with which the insect soldiers raided the outer areas for resources decreased sharply, from once a day to once a month.

And its target is clear: it only targets lone mantis vultures or the remains of dead fish washed ashore.

Never approach the central basin.

More often, the swarm is given new tasks.

Outside the basin, under the dark red magic tree saplings covering the hillsides, bloated worker insects crawl everywhere.

The worker insects extend their mouthparts and pierce the shallow layer of the bark of the sapwood.

Collect the dark gold emulsion seeping from the cracks in the tree bark.

This emulsion is a byproduct of the subtree's transformation of Dark Abyss spiritual energy, and it contains extremely high energy.

Once a worker insect has filled its abdominal cavity, it will step down and be replaced by another.

Worker insects, laden with emulsion, formed a ten-mile-long black dragon, crawling towards the edge of the basin.

It's not a reserve to be moved back to the insect hive.

It is an offering.

The edge of the basin.

The worker insects stepped forward and spat out the dark gold emulsion from their abdominal cavities.

After the milk was poured out, the worker insects would consciously step aside and make room.

On the other side, there were also piles of spoils that the Zerg had acquired this month by plundering the skies and the Styx.

The metallic feathers of the Demon Eagle, the complete pincers of the Liquid Gold Crab, the infrasonic sac of the Bone Blade Bat...

They were sorted and arranged neatly.

The edge of the basin.

A group of dozens of street thugs, led by Scarface and Slicked-back Hair, were sitting on the boulder.

They sat with their legs crossed, picking their teeth with a bone in their hands.

Looking at the insects below, who were obediently lining up to pay protection money, his vertical pupils were full of boredom.

That punch from my older brother was too brutal.

That completely crushed the temper of those insects.

Now they don't even dare to hiss loudly, for fear of disturbing the demon race.

The man with the slicked-back hair jumped off the boulder and walked forward.

He dipped his finger in the dark gold lotion, put it in his mouth, and smacked it a couple of times.

The energy is pure, and the taste is good.

It waved.

The tyrants behind stepped forward, hoisted the items onto their shoulders, and turned to walk back to the camp.

The entire handover process proceeded without any conflict.

The Insect King was well aware of his place in the wasteland.

To survive and continue to reproduce, they had to pay rent to the overlord.

It deliberately selects the purest resources from its colony, hoping that the figure in the basin will no longer stroll around the insect nest.

The violent suppression by the tyrant brought a rare period of peace to the Wasteland God Realm.

The fifth centenary.

It was the most stable century, except for the first century of the period of deregulation.

All things under the frosty sky compete freely.

There was no Zerg's reckless swarm tactics, and no Riots causing chaos and destruction.

Nourished by the spiritual energy of the Dark Abyss, the entire divine realm is experiencing a great ecological revival.

At the bottom of the River Styx, the populations of the Shocking Liquid Crab and the Scarlet Flying Blade Bone Fish have doubled.

They began to build metallic coral reefs in the deep, stagnant waters.

The thickness of the heavy metal cloud in the sky increased by one-third.

The Vulture and the Boneblade Bat have reclaimed their airspace.

They no longer engage in pointless death battles.

Each occupies a different airflow zone, absorbing and releasing free energy in the air.

The most significant changes are on the Earth's surface.

The Black Thorn Grass had already taken root on the ground when the Demon Tree underwent its metamorphosis.

Now, nourished by the spiritual energy of the Dark Abyss, it has grown into vast, deep seas of grass.

This thorn grass has an extremely well-developed root system.

They burrow hundreds of meters underground, firmly stitching the broken pieces of land together.

The magic tree is growing, and its saplings are feeding back to it.

Violent, intense, yet endlessly resilient.

……

The real world.

Jiangcheng, a military-owned independent villa.

The door to the bedroom on the second floor was tightly closed.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed.

Each exhale brings out a visible dark golden stream of air.

The airflow swept across the wall, carving several grooves into its surface.

a long time.

Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within his eyes, a pure, dark golden light flashed by.

A fine ring of lines can be faintly seen around the pupil.

He raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

boom!

The air inside his palm was squeezed and exploded, producing a sonic boom.

The powerful shockwave shattered several solid wood tables and chairs in the bedroom.

Lin Yuan glanced at his palm.

On the skin's surface, a very faint liquid metallic sheen flashes and disappears in an instant.

"Demigod Three Turns"

Lin Yuan's voice was deep, filled with barely suppressed joy.

In the divine revelation ranking system, a demigod goes through nine stages, each stage being an insurmountable barrier.

Igniting the divine fire and transcending the realm of mortals is the first transformation.

The sign of becoming a demigod is the outward projection of divine power, and the ability for physical strength to surpass that of divine beings.

Second-stage demigod, divine essence condensed.

The divine fire began to nourish the physical body, and the physical strength, defense, and recovery ability far exceeded the limits of humans, reaching the level of a demon.

The body gains extremely high elemental resistance, rendering ordinary firearms ineffective.

And then he reached the third stage of demigod transformation.

It is a minor watershed.

The sign of the third transformation is the [reconstruction of the divine body].

The core of the laws of the divine realm underwent a transformation, merging into the blood and marrow of the gods.

At this stage, the gods no longer need to deliberately mobilize their divine power for defense.

Their physical bodies are part of the laws of their own divine realm.

Lin Yuan stretched his muscles and bones.

The neck turned, making a crisp clicking sound.

"In just a hundred years, the divine realm has actually evolved to this extent."

Lin Yuan muttered to himself.

His original expectation was to take advantage of this century-old trusteeship.

Increase the number of your clan members, and incidentally, reach the second stage of demigod transformation.

Who knew that the power of faith that poured into his sea of ​​consciousness had no end in sight?

It contained the aura of laws, so pure it was outrageous.

Unstoppable momentum.

The divine fire within the body expanded, compressed, and then burned twice in a short period of time.

From the peak of the first job advancement, skipping the second job advancement, and plunging headlong into the stable period of the third job advancement.

That's an outrageous range.

Lin Yuan knew very well that the leap in realm stemmed from the transformation of the core of the Divine Realm's laws.

What exactly happened inside?

To what extent have those 50,000 elite demon lords advanced?

Were the subordinate races wiped out?

Has the [Liquid Gold Blood-Devouring Demon Tree] broken through the barrier of the extraordinary level?

A series of questions flashed through Lin Yuan's mind.

A sense of anticipation spread through my chest.

As the Creator.

Nothing is more exciting than seeing your masterpiece evolve perfectly.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes again, his mind stirred slightly, and he prepared to communicate with the core of the divine realm deep within his mind.

Just as his consciousness was about to descend into the realm of gods.

Ding--

The personal terminal on Lin Yuan's left wrist displays communication request details.

Lin Yuan frowned slightly and paused in his movements.

His contact list contains almost no one except his father and Fatty Wang.

If the military wants to contact him, they will use an encrypted military channel, not this kind of routine notification.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the terminal screen.

The caller ID displayed three words.

Su Yueying.