Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The insect king descended and landed in the center of the main nest.

At its feet stands a giant red tree, reaching a height of 100,000 meters.

The Demon Tree created the two blazing suns in the sky, and there is an inseparable common origin between the sun and the divine tree.

As a branch of the divine tree, this 100,000-meter-tall sapling naturally and perfectly inherited this deep-seated bond.

The Insect King extended its forelimbs and gently tapped the trunk of the giant red tree. The mental network connected the faint consciousness of the subtree.

Command issued: Draw sunlight in.

Boom!

The giant red tree, 100,000 meters tall, suddenly trembled, its countless thick branches piercing the sky.

The tree canopy expanded, blocking out the sky for hundreds of miles around.

Actively embrace the scorching heat of the two rounds of blazing sun in the sky.

The fervor and holy light emanating from the two suns fell upon the leaves of the jujube tree.

The intense heat was no longer deadly; it was all transformed into pure energy, flowing deep into the tree trunk.

But this is not enough.

Sunlight alone is far from enough to create a wondrous creature that can defy the authority of the heavens.

The Insect King once again issued commands through the mental network.

Outside the main nest, the earth was in turmoil.

Hundreds of millions of Nether Beetles and Shadow Blade Beetles emerged from the ground.

They formed a dark, overwhelming torrent, becoming the most diligent porters.

The Wind Radiance Crystal Core plundered from the alien divine realm, fragments of the Great Sun Golden Lotus, top-grade Geng Gold Ore mined in the New World, Gui Water Crystals...

Vast resources accumulated at the roots of the giant red tree, forming a series of continuous mines.

The roots of the giant red tree broke through the soil and pierced into the resource pile.

A vast amount of essential substances flow upstream along the root system, converging with the solar energy absorbed by the canopy at the center of the trunk.

A wonderful chemical reaction begins.

Among the branches of the giant red tree, fist-sized fleshy growths swelled up.

The tumor absorbs nutrients and expands rapidly in size.

In just half an hour, these tumors grew to the size of a millstone.

On the surface of the tumor, half burned with dark reddish-gold flames of war, while the other half flowed with pure white holy light.

The Fruit of the Sky's Power.

The insect king raised its head, and its compound eyes reflected the two-colored fruits that filled the tree.

It flapped its wings contentedly.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The mature, fleshy fruits detach from the branches and fall like raindrops.

On the open ground, tens of thousands of fifth-order source insects could no longer contain themselves.

They swarmed forward, opened their menacing mouths, and swallowed the falling fruit whole.

When the fruit is eaten, solar energy explodes within the insect's body.

These protozoa emitted painful yet excited roars.

The five adaptive gene chains within their bodies operate, forcibly deciphering the celestial authority within the fruit.

Visible mutations began.

The broken limbs of the Violent Demon system source insects, which had previously suffered heavy damage from the Divine Bird, have regrown.

The newly grown liquid metal limbs have an additional layer of fine, two-colored scales on their surface.

These scales perfectly replicate the heat-resistant properties of the divine bird.

The light of the Holy Light cannot melt it; the flames of war will only make it stronger.

With this, the Source Worms can escape their previous passive situation in the sky.

They can actively resist the pressure and high temperature of the sky, and can even extract free solar energy to convert it into their own power.

The Insect King hovered high above, coldly watching the reborn army of Source Insects.

It admitted that it had underestimated the group of hairy beasts.

It is indeed difficult for troops sent to fight one-on-one to gain an advantage on the opponent's home turf.

But the Zerg's most powerful weapon has never been their individual combat capability.

The Zerg dominate the wasteland by sheer numbers and the despair-inducing Zerg swarm tactic!

If one can't beat them, then send two.

If two can't beat them, bring on three. If three aren't enough, bring on ten, or even a hundred!

Even if it costs us our lives, we will wear those hairy beasts down to their deaths.

The insect king swung its forelimbs down forcefully.

"kill."

Countless source insects roared to the sky, their sonic booms shattering the clouds.

They no longer act alone.

Hundreds of thousands of fifth-order source insects, organized into teams of hundreds, formed a tight hunting formation.

They shattered the void and charged towards the sky.

This time, they will not only seize the sun's power.

They also need to capture those arrogant birds alive and bring them back to the main nest to serve as food for their evolution.

In the Wasteland God Realm, the Zerg still hold the reins.

……

Wasteland God Realm, by the River Styx.

On the same day, the celestial ecology underwent a dramatic change, and the River Styx also experienced a major earthquake.

Compared to the Sky Clan, who were able to use the opportunity to reshape their divine bodies, Styx only reaped a mouthful of negative benefits.

This river that runs across the divine realm was originally formed from the convergence of endless death energy.

Today, a pure white, holy sun hangs in the sky.

Holy Radiance, the bane of death.

The pure white sunlight shone directly on the water's surface.

The eerie green mist that lingered over the River Styx year-round quickly dissipated.

As the water level dropped, the dried-up riverbed was exposed, revealing large areas of stark white bones and foul-smelling black silt along the banks.

For the undead creatures that inhabit the River Styx, this was undoubtedly a disaster.

Some powerful and highly intelligent high-ranking undead commanders are still able to cope.

They lurk deep in the riverbed, opening their mouths to inhale and exhale deathly energy, forcibly imprisoning the holy radiance that penetrates the water's surface.

By utilizing the conflicting attributes of death energy and holy light, a high-intensity collision occurs within the body, thereby tempering the soul fire and further enhancing strength.

The negative impact was minimized, and even transformed into resources for personal progress.

But for those low-level undead, life was tough.

Sunlight pierced through the water's surface, illuminating their illusory forms.

While it wouldn't cause them to be completely destroyed, it still felt quite unpleasant.

It felt like countless ants crawling in the cracks of my bones, making me feel itchy all over.

A newly born low-level undead surfaced, its true nature unknown.

The sunlight shone on its illusory body.

"Aww—"

Smoke rose from the surface of the soul, and I felt uncomfortable all over.

Not only has their living space been squeezed to the extreme, but their former entertainment projects have also gone bankrupt.

In the past, the Styx creatures had a special activity—fishing.

The undead will work together to manipulate the death energy, causing the Styx River to flow backward and soar into the sky.

The water column reached tens of thousands of meters high, and the undead leader hid at the top of the water column.

As the demonic vultures and demonic bats flew overhead, the Necromancer swung his scythe, snatching away their souls and dragging them into the River Styx for a meal.

Now, this tactic is no longer working.

The oppressive force in the sky increased dramatically. The column of deathly water, which had just risen a thousand meters into the air, was instantly vaporized when it encountered the direct sunlight of the holy light.

The anglers, having lost their only source of enjoyment, were so angry that they kept throwing their sickles at the bottom of the river.

Unable to ascend to the heavens, unable to leave the water, they are idle and have nothing to do.

In contrast, the other overlord of the River Styx, the Bloodthirsty Bone Fish, is living a very comfortable life.

These enormous creatures are bizarre beings that walk the line between life and death.

When flesh and blood are abundant, life is vibrant; when turned into white bones, death lingers.

Whether they are in good or bad condition, they are having a great time.

Above the surface of the River Styx, a dozen sun birds are circling.

They dared not venture deep into the River Styx, but only dared to scavenge in the shallow waters.

A divine bird spotted its target and swooped down.

Its sharp claws pierced the water's surface and gripped the back of a thousand-meter-long skeletal fish.

Dark crimson gold and pure white solar flames were injected into the skeleton fish's body.

The skeletonized armor on the fish's body instantly burst into flames. Flesh and blood melted away, revealing stark white bones.

For any other creature, this would be a fatal wound. But for the skeleton fish, it's different.

It let out a deafening roar.

There was no pain in the sound; instead, it was filled with ultimate comfort.

The life-or-death transition is triggered.

The flames of war ignited deep within their bones.

The deathly aura transformed into boundless vitality.

The flesh and blood that had just been burned were growing at an astonishing rate.

The newly formed muscle fibers are thicker and the scales are harder.

The divine bird continued to absorb, and the skeletal fish continued to grow.

The skeletal fish even rolled over, revealing its soft belly, indicating to the divine bird that it should find another place to suckle.

A hint of surprise flashed in the divine bird's eyes, but it wasn't about to refuse the offered flesh and blood, so it lowered its head and continued to peck fiercely.

For the skeleton fish, this feels like a top-notch physical spa.

Normally, at the bottom of the River Styx, the undead and the skeletal fish reign supreme.

The necromancer's attack methods are limited, primarily targeting only souls.

They swung their scythes and whipped the skeleton fish. The skeleton fish could only feel the shock on a spiritual level, and their bodies had almost no negative effects.

Now, the extraction of the Sun Bird directly affects the physical body.

The old flesh sheds, and new flesh is reborn. Just like cupping for mortals, it makes the skeleton fish unable to stop.

Deep within the River Styx, several undead watched this scene with cold eyes.

The flickering flames in their eye sockets conveyed a sense of disdain.

How despicable.

The necromancers brandished their scythes, eager to rush forward and chop down those arrogant divine birds.

However, the oppressive force of the Holy Sun was too strong, and they were unwilling to risk damaging their soul fire by surfacing.

What's more, those masochists, the skeleton fish, are enjoying themselves right now. If you go up and interrupt them, you might get whipped by their tails.

Nothing can be done.

The undead turned and swam into deeper waters, out of sight, out of mind.

High-ranking necromancers have things to do, and skeletal fish have birds to feed on.

The worst off are the low-level undead and newborn undead who have nothing.

They float in the silt at the bottom of the River Styx, doing nothing all day and unable to do anything.

The piercing sunlight made them restless, and boredom spread rapidly among the undead.

But the word "docile" has never been in the bones of wasteland creatures.

Their instinct is to stir up trouble when they are idle.

At the bottom of the River Styx lies a dark, muddy beach.

Hundreds of low-level undead have gathered here.

They come in various shapes and sizes; some resemble a blurry human figure, while others look like a bunch of wriggling shadowy blocks.

Most of them float listlessly in the mud.

"Boring." A shadow block-shaped undead emitted a faint mental fluctuation.

"How boring," echoed another undead in ghost form.

"Shall we go fight the skeleton fish?" the Shadow Block Necromancer suggested.

"I can't hurt them. Their skin is too thick, and the more I hit them, the more excited they get. It's pointless." The ghostly undead decisively refused.

"Then what are we supposed to do? We can't go on the water, we can't fly in the sky. Are we just going to eat mud here every day?"

The undead newborns fell silent.

Suddenly, a slightly larger undead with a dark green soul flame swam over.

It was the king of the newborns.

"I've remembered something fun," the leader of the children said with a chilling aura.

All the low-ranking undead turned their heads and stared at it.

"Liquid Gold Crab," the boy king uttered a name from long ago.