Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

In the Wasteland God Realm, countless dark gold passages stationed by their respective races trembled.

The three alien divine realms of Fengling, Jialou, and Youfeng are on the verge of collapse.

The Wasteland's plundering army returned laden with spoils and gradually withdrew to the Central Basin.

The Demon Tree opened its starry eyes.

It had been waiting for this moment for far too long.

Countless thick roots, black and gold in color, pierced directly into the three divine realms through the dark gold passage.

Eating begins.

The roots of the Demon Tree, like Jormungandr that entangles the world, bind the remaining world cores of the three divine realms.

The sky island ruins of the Windfeather Divine Realm, the dried-up magma crust of the Garuda Divine Realm, and the shattered shadow crystal core of the Nether Edge Divine Realm all met with destruction.

Click!Click!

The demonic tree opened its enormous maw, generating a terrifying suction force.

The fragments of the three divine realms transformed into streams of light and poured into its mouth.

It eats extremely wildly.

He swallowed the fragments of the spatial barrier and the loose remnants of the laws.

On the edge of the Wasteland God Realm, chaotic currents churned.

As the Demon Tree continues to digest the origins of the alien divine realms, the Wasteland Divine Realm is ushering in a new round of expansion.

The earth rose up, and the rock layers tore and reassembled.

New mountain ranges rise up, and deep canyons split open out of nowhere.

Tens of millions of square kilometers of vast land were forcibly squeezed out of chaos and pieced together to the edge of the Wasteland God Realm.

The magic tree let out a satisfied burp.

A cloud of chaotic energy spewed from its mouth and dissipated in mid-air.

It shook its canopy, as if it wasn't so hungry anymore.

Resources are extremely abundant.

The entire Wasteland God Realm was plunged into a state of frenzied excitement.

The resources from several divine realms fed the various races' families to their hearts' content.

In the sky, the dark reddish-gold war sun hung high.

The blazing sun not only ignited the fighting spirit deep within the members of the family, but also catalyzed another primal instinct.

To reproduce.

Wasteland creatures discovered that under the radiant light of the war sun, not only did their blood surge, but their hormones also skyrocketed.

Fighting and mating have become the most prevalent themes on this land.

Demon Basin.

An epic five-star male berserker had just smashed its opponent's chest with a single punch, splattering its face with dark gold blood.

It roared to the sky, venting its battle thrill, and then fixed its crimson eyes on a female tyrant of similar size in the distance.

It strode over and wrapped its six arms around the other person.

The female tyrant retaliated with an elbow strike, slamming it into the face.

The male tyrant did not back down, withstood the attack, and opened its huge mouth to bite the opponent's shoulder.

The two colossal beasts rolled in the pool of blood, blurring the lines between battle and reproduction.

The Zerg territory was equally chaotic.

The Insect King hovered in mid-air, looking down at the boiling hatching pool.

The mother insect devoured massive amounts of high-level resources, increasing its egg-laying speed by more than tenfold.

The insect eggs were piled up like mountains.

The newly hatched larvae begin to devour each other as soon as they emerge from their shells.

Their growth cycle is greatly shortened under the sun of war.

Deep within the insect nest, the hissing sounds of mating rose and fell.

The Zerg use the simplest and most brutal method to expand their population.

The far northern volcanic group.

Fire spirits have no concept of gender, and their reproduction methods are even more extreme.

A fire spirit king, having absorbed all the resources, charged to the highest point of the volcano.

It let out a roar, and its body split open from the middle as it was burned by the multi-dimensional karmic fire.

split into two.

Two brand-new fire spirits were born in the lava.

As soon as they took shape, they began to spew flames at each other to assess each other's strength.

The entire volcanic cluster is filled with fissuring and regenerating fire spirits, and their numbers are exploding.

The River Styx was filled with an aura of death.

The Void Abyss Necromancers and the Darkblood Skeletons are also expanding their ranks.

A new continent, a blessed land of liquid gold covering tens of millions of square kilometers.

After plundering the wasteland territories of other divine realms, the wasteland kin turned their attention to this newly arrived treasure land.

Zerg, Fire Spirits, Berserkers, Necromancers, and Skeletons—armies of all races poured into the new continent.

They are all very law-abiding.

The divine message of God is engraved deep in the soul.

Anyone who dares to undermine the foundation of the continent, anyone who dares to wage war here, will face divine punishment.

These wasteland monsters, who are usually short-tempered and prone to life-or-death struggles, have surprisingly shown remarkable self-control.

They carefully mine the exposed veins, never digging deep into the earth.

The Zerg Shadowblade wields its scythe, precisely cutting through the hemlock ore.

The fire spirits perched above the fire vein, carefully absorbing the essence of fire.

The Necromancer commands the skeleton fish to transport the Gui Water crystals.

Friction is inevitable when mining resources.

Before a piece of top-grade Gengjin ore, two epic-level source insects and a kilometer-long Netherblood Bone Fish simultaneously stopped moving.

The source insect's sickle-like forelimbs were only an inch away from the ore.

The giant mouth of the skeletal fish had already opened.

The source insect moved even faster. With a flick of its forelimbs, the ore fell into the storage pouch on its abdomen.

The skeleton fish was enraged.

Its eerie green eyes stared at the source insect, and deathly aura seeped out from between its scales.

The source insect showed no weakness, hissing threateningly from its mouthparts and raising its sickle-like forelegs high.

The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight.

But none of them made a move.

The skeleton fish flicked its long tail, turned, and swam toward the Shadow Dimension. The blade worm flapped its wings and followed closely behind.

The two were in perfect sync at that moment.

Go outside and fight.

In the Shadow Dimension, the Octagon is ready.

Whoever wins gets the ore. The loser leaves with their life.

This kind of scene is playing out all over the New World.

First come, first served.

If there's a dispute, resolve it in the Shadow Dimension or the Void Dimension.

Among them, only the Demon Clan is the most powerful.

As the undisputed dominant race in the Wasteland God Realm, the status of the Berserkers is unshakeable.

A dark gold tyrannosaurus, a thousand meters tall, strode arrogantly towards them.

It set its sights on a Guishui mine that exudes a strong water-attribute aura.

In front of the mine, several Void Abyss Undead were working hard to extract the minerals.

The tyrant stopped, crossed his six arms, and coldly swept his dark red eyes over the group of undead.

The necromancer commander froze.

The soul fire in its eye sockets flickered as it weighed the pros and cons.

We can't beat them, we simply can't beat them.

The necromancer leader decisively swung his scythe and gave the order to retreat.

The undead abandoned the half-mined ore they had just dug out and sheepishly relinquished their territory.

The tyrant grinned, strode forward, grabbed a piece of ore, and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

No one dared to provoke the tyrant.

If you take a fancy to something, just one look and the other person will obediently hand it over.

This is the class system in the wasteland.

Of course, not all areas of the New World are open for mining.

In the core area of ​​the blessed land, a vast expanse of land has been completely preserved.

This is a special deduction site for the consciousness of the blessed land.

Deep underground, in a hollow core.

The consciousness of the blessed land is operating at full capacity.

It sensed the movements of its companions on the ground, but felt no emotion.

A group of laborers who only know how to mine.

It is about to do something earth-shattering.

Earth and wood elements surge deep underground.

The consciousness of the blessed land mobilized the power of the rules of [Chaotic Evolution] to forcibly extract elements such as wind, rain, and lightning that were wandering in the wasteland divine realm.

The wind howled, the rain poured down, and thunder roared.

These elemental forces were all thrown into the core of the earth.

The consciousness of the blessed land spread out an invisible giant net, fiercely absorbing the fervent sunlight cast by the war sun in the sky.

It aims to create something entirely new and unprecedented, building upon the foundation of the Five Elements Blessed Land.

Geng metal cuts through thunder, Gui water merges with torrential rain, and Li fire melts the raging wind.

The consciousness of the blessed land is fully focused, and the divine fire burns and leaps.

It felt that it had touched the threshold of some higher-dimensional power.

Given a little more time, it can give birth to a super wonder that will shock the entire divine realm.

It wanted to prove to the gods that it was ten thousand times stronger than that crude demon tree.

As a result, just when the concept of the blessed land was beginning to take shape...

In the central basin, the Demon Tree has unleashed its power once again.

After devouring the three alien divine realms, the Demon Tree felt quite pleased with itself.

We can continue building the sun.

A thoughtful expression appeared on the metal face of the demon tree.

After much deliberation, it made a decision. A second sun, with its divine radiance as its vessel, was most suitable.

As an attribute of the sun, the Holy Light has a very high degree of homology.

Just do it.

The process was smooth and familiar.

This time, however, a war sun was already hanging in the sky.

The collision of two different solar forces is likely to cause chaos and collapse.

The Demon Tree naturally took this into account.

After condensing the War Sun, it unknowingly stole a portion of the authority of the divine sky.

Now I can do things much more easily.

The demonic tree stretched out countless branches, piercing straight into the sky.

The branches intertwine above the clouds, forming a giant net that blocks out the sun.

The giant net caught that dark reddish-gold war sun.

"rise!"

The demonic tree let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

The tree trunk, millions of meters tall, bends and unleashes unimaginable power.

Its fiery flames dragged the war sun across the sky.

The void trembled, and the chains of rules rattled.

Ignoring the backlash from the rules, the Demon Tree forcibly pushed the War Sun to the westernmost edge of the Divine Realm.

To the east, a large expanse of sky was cleared up.

The repulsive force is reduced to a minimum.

The demonic tree opened its gaping maw and spat out a pure white mark.

The mark of divine glory.

The mold of the Great Sun God's Nest reappeared in the eastern sky.

The magic tree manipulated its branches to steadily deliver the Holy Light Mark into the center of the mold.

A massive amount of primordial energy is poured into it.

Without the direct interference of the sun during wartime, the condensation process proceeded exceptionally smoothly.

Pure white light burst forth from the God Nest mold.

An aura of light and order instantly swept across the entire Wasteland God Realm.

Boom!

The second round of blazing sun broke free of its shackles and hung high in the eastern sky.

Two suns on the same day.

To the west, the dark reddish-gold war sun radiated fervor and carnage.

To the east, the pure white, holy sun casts down its majesty and radiance.

Two distinct beams of light converged at the center of the divine realm, forming a wondrous energy balance.

The wasteland dwellers stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.

They now incorporate countless laws and have an extremely high tolerance for power.

The holy light shone upon them, bringing a completely new baptism.

A layer of pure white halo appeared on the dark gold scales of the tyrant.

The necromancer's ghostly green soulfire is mixed with a hint of judgment, and the attack carries the implication of soul judgment.

The Zerg's carapace has become tougher and smoother, like a mirror.

The servants aren't picky eaters. As long as it makes them stronger, they don't care what attribute it is.

The revelry erupted once again.

The tyrants pounded their chests and roared to the sky.

The undead wielded their scythes, drawing pure white trails in the air.

The fire spirits absorbed the holy light, and the temperature of the flames rose again.

Celebrating the birth of the newborn sun.

As branches of the Demon Tree, the small red trees scattered throughout the Divine Realm also experienced a surge in growth.

Under the alternating rays of the suns of war and glory, the red saplings draw upon dual energy.

Their trunks grew rapidly, their branches and leaves became more lush, and their growth rate was visibly several times faster than before.

The holy light illuminated every corner of the entire divine realm in an instant.

The New World, deep underground.

The consciousness of the blessed land was dumbfounded.

It stared blankly through the thick rock layers at the two suns hanging side by side in the sky.

what does it mean?

He toiled away underground, barely managing to get a smattering of earth and wood elements.

The other side didn't even catch their breath before creating another sun?

Two suns on the same day!

This level of natural wonder completely obliterates its Five Elements theory.

The core divine fire of the blessed land's consciousness trembled; it felt as if it were about to vomit blood.

The pride of the innate divine embryo was crushed and rubbed into the ground by that demonic tree.

"This is outrageous!"

The consciousness of a blessed land cried out in grief and indignation from the bottom of its heart.

It withdrew its gaze from the sky and focused all its attention on the underground core.

We cannot lose, we absolutely cannot lose.

The consciousness of the blessed land descended into madness.

It relentlessly squeezes the primordial divine fire, forcibly accelerating the fusion of earth and wood elements.

desperately.

We must fight with all our might.

It needs to unleash a super move in the shortest amount of time that is enough to dazzle the eyes of the Demon Tree Starry Sky.