Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Deep within the dark green swamp, all was silent.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged in the center of the End Force Field and slowly opened his eyes.

In the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, on the chaotic millstone, the law imprint of the twin shadows has already been engraved.

He sensed the mysterious causal lines that had appeared in his body.

Under the forceful interference and reshaping of the nascent divine essence, "Shadow Substitute Death" underwent a strange qualitative change.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes.

This trump card will definitely give the enemy a surprise they'll never forget.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the thick, viscous miasma above.

Above the surface of the swamp, a massive, highly visible energy source lingered.

The thing remained there for a long time without moving an inch.

Lin Yuan hesitated to make a move for a very simple reason.

Those are our own people.

Moreover, the other party's actions were so bizarre that even Lin Yuan was somewhat baffled.

Lin Yuan removed the concealment and isolation effect of the Dark Annihilation Cloak, bent his legs, and the mud and water were pushed aside to both sides.

He soared into the sky, breaking through the thick poisonous miasma, and hovered steadily in mid-air.

Less than 100 meters ahead.

A giant deep-sea creature, over a kilometer long, hovers in mid-air.

The behemoth was entirely dark blue, with starlight shimmering on its scales.

On the broad, flat back of the giant beast, Jiang Tai'a lay sprawled out.

The young man with messy hair was breathing evenly and deeply, with a clear snot bubble hanging from the tip of his nose, rising and falling with each breath.

He slept very soundly, without a peep.

Lin Yuan stared at the absurd scene before him, a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Deep within the Blood Pact Arena of Myriad Races, surrounded by alien races, danger lurks everywhere; a single wrong step could lead to utter destruction.

This guy actually swaggered over riding a big fish and went to sleep.

Lin Yuan's gaze swept over the enormous thing beneath Jiang Tai'a.

Kun.

A rare divine companion.

Its level is the same as the Void Dream Spirit that Bai Ye has mastered, belonging to the same rare level.

Kun, born from the void and raised in the sea of ​​stars. Once mature, it can be compared to an epic-level monster.

This kind of symbiotic faith is so pure that it is almost in sync with the will of the Creator.

"The Law of Dream Reality and Illusion, the Seventh Stage of Demigod Realm..." Lin Yuan gazed at the sleeping Jiang Tai'a.

The Blood Pact Field is incredibly large, with its spatial coordinates constantly shifting and filled with various chaotic magnetic fields.

Jiang Tai'a's ability to accurately locate himself was not solely due to spatial tracking methods.

It is highly likely that the deduction is carried out in the dream dimension, or that it possesses some kind of special causal locking ability.

Deduced in a dream.

To cover up the causes and effects of reality with dreams.

Lin Yuan was very interested in this unorthodox yet powerful prototype of a godhood.

If dreams can achieve this level of realism, one can only imagine how terrifying it would be in actual combat.

Just then, the muddy water below suddenly boiled.

When Lin Yuan broke through the water, he made no attempt to conceal it.

The sudden appearance of unfamiliar prey within their territory enraged the crocodile herd that slumbered deep in the mud.

Roars and screams erupted.

Hundreds and thousands of giant crocodiles covered in black and purple scales and with bone spurs on their backs emerged from the mud, their scarlet vertical pupils fixed on Lin Yuan in mid-air.

More swamps in the distance burst open one after another.

The even more massive, epic-sized crocodile leader roared, commanding the entire clan to launch a coordinated hunt.

Lin Yuan surveyed the army of demons below, his eyes showing interest.

These tough, resilient beasts are perfect as free punching bags to test the Phantom's destructive power in actual combat.

However, the site needs to be cleaned up before the test.

Lin Yuan glanced at Jiang Tai'a, who was still snoring.

This person is really in the way.

If a fight breaks out later and this guy suddenly wakes up and sees too much of my secrets, it will be a problem.

Lin Yuan flashed and appeared out of thin air beside the Kun fish.

He raised his right leg, channeling immense power into his toes, and delivered a clean and decisive side kick to the soft belly of the Kun fish.

Waaah!

The Kun fish let out a low, distorted cry, which also carried the unsuspecting Jiang Tai'a on its back.

It transformed directly into a dark blue meteor, breaking the sound barrier and crashing into a barren mountain range hundreds of kilometers away.

The immense kinetic energy propelled the man and the fish to crash through more than a dozen high mountain peaks.

Even after such a high-speed impact, Jiang Tai'a still clung to the dorsal fin of the Kun fish, his snot bubble intact, and continued to sleep soundly.

Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze. With the bystanders cleared away, the show was about to begin.

Poisonous miasma swirled and billowed above the swamp.

Millions of venomous crocodiles opened their gaping maws and spewed out jets of venomous water.

Lin Yuan stood silently in the void, raised his right hand, and suddenly clenched it into a fist.

"Twin Shadows: Omnipresent".

The void rippled, and dozens of intangible light and shadow silhouettes appeared out of thin air around Lin Yuan.

These phantoms have no specific facial features; they are all humanoid energy forms condensed from pure laws.

They represent the various supreme powers that Lin Yuan currently possesses.

The pure white Holy Light Phantom took off first.

It spreads its arms, and a miniature sun blooms on its chest.

As the holy light fell, the highly concentrated venom that came into contact with it instantly evaporated.

The hundreds of thousands of demonic crocodiles below, bearing the brunt of the attack, let out mournful screams under the holy light.

Their hard, purplish-black scales began to peel off in large areas, boiling and dissolving.

The dark golden phantom of judgment followed closely behind.

It made a grasping motion with both hands, and a giant sword of judgment, a thousand meters long, condensed in the sky and slashed down.

The sword light cleaved through the void and crashed into the heart of the region where the demonic crocodiles were most densely packed.

The flames of judgment spread and burned along the swamp, precisely targeting souls burdened with sinful and bloody karma.

The large number of demonic crocodiles appeared intact, but the ferocious light in their eyes quickly dimmed and died out; their souls had long since been annihilated by the flames of judgment.

The grayish-white phantom of the end, like the Grim Reaper surveying his territory, glided silently along the surface of the swamp.

Wherever it passes, the boiling mud dries up, and life is extinguished.

An epic-level demonic crocodile, over a hundred meters long, suddenly attacked, attempting to tear apart the Phantom of the End.

The moment the giant mouth touched the layer of gray light, the entire head weathered into a pile of sand that drifted away in the wind.

Twin Shadows and Phantoms showcase the ultimate art of assassination.

They blended into the shadow of the crocodile.

The next second, countless black blades shot out from the shadows, piercing through the heart of the demon crocodile.

The ultimate darkness strips the crocodiles of their sight and perception, causing them to die in endless fear.

The Origin Phantom's behavior is the most bizarre.

They do not possess direct destructive power, but they can alter the underlying logic of matter.

It stands in the void, its light radiating for miles.

Bathed in light, the crocodile's enormous body began to grow in a bizarre, reverse direction.

Epic-level behemoths degenerate into transcendent-level beings, and transcendent-level beings degenerate into juvenile forms.

Eventually, they degenerate into crocodile eggs covered in mucus, then silently disintegrate in the void, returning to their origin.

In just a few dozen seconds, millions of rampaging native beasts perished.

But this is only the first half of this natural disaster performance.

Lin Yuan's divine senses flowed, and the remaining two phantoms began to materialize.

A dark red phantom of blood and bones entered the battlefield, directly controlling the mangled crocodile corpses scattered on the ground.

Thousands upon thousands of crimson threads of law shot out from its body, piercing into the shattered bones and piles of flesh.

Countless severed limbs began to be pieced together and reassembled under the forceful stitching of the Blood and Bone Law.

At the same time, the dark golden war phantom raised its head and let out a silent howl.

The power of the laws of war swept across the entire bloody swamp.

The newly assembled, still deformed and ugly patchwork of flesh and blood was instantly infused with the most ferocious and fearless fighting instincts.

The dead monsters rose again.

Their scales turned a ghastly white, and their eye sockets flickered with terrifying, scarlet flames of death.

The birth of hundreds of thousands of undead war crocodiles has been announced.

The reason there is only this number is because most of the crocodiles were not even left with a complete bone during the previous clearing.

These undead creatures were the native overlords of this swamp one second, and the next they have become war machines that only know how to kill.

They turned around in unison and pounced on their own kind who were trying to escape.

The dead feel no pain, no fatigue, even if half their body and forelimbs are torn apart by their own kind.

It can still open its remaining half mouth and bite the other person's throat.

The crocodile herd completely collapsed.

The remaining high-ranking commanders were terrified, letting out a long, distorted cry, and led the way in fleeing towards the edge of the swamp.

They lost the courage to turn back and chose to abandon the home they had relied on for survival for countless years.

Lin Yuan stood high in the sky, looking down at the disaster.

He did not order the undead creatures to continue their pursuit.

Firstly, there's no need to waste time.

The combat data for this batch of composite phantoms has been collected, and their single-target destructive power and group combat reaping capabilities far exceed expectations.

If we really want to wipe them out, it would be easier to just bring out the remnants of the Wasteland God Realm to clean up the mess.

Secondly, Lin Yuan's divine sense detected the Sleeping God flying away on the distant horizon.

His vital signs began to become active, his heart rate increased, and he was clearly about to wake up.

Lin Yuan snapped his knuckles.

A series of phantoms, including Holy Radiance, Judgment, and End, vanished into the void.

The vast swamp was left with only deep, ravaged pits and hundreds of thousands of undead war crocodiles standing in formation, waiting for their fate.

Lin Yuan communicated with the core of the Wasteland God Realm through his thoughts.

Behind him, several hundred-meter-wide divine passages took shape.

"Get to work."

The lifeless war machine began to move.

This swamp can nurture tens of millions of crocodiles, making it a rare and valuable resource.

The undead crocodiles burrowed into the deepest part of the mud pit and dug out pieces of purple-scaled black iron that emitted a ghostly glow.

Next, they pulled out the Soul Lotus growing deep within the pile of bones.

Large chunks of rotten poisonous crystals, vast stretches of ghostly poisonous herbs, and the Abyss Black Gold Mine hidden deep within the heart of the swamp.

Piles of resources were sent into the Wasteland God Realm.

Lin Yuan watched this scene and stroked his chin.

I feel like something's missing.

His gaze fell upon the various mud pits below.

These mudflats have been nourished by the aura of the crocodiles and poisonous miasma for many years, and the mud and water themselves have undergone a qualitative change.

Not only can it perfectly isolate one's aura and conceal one's spiritual power, but it also has the miraculous effect of nourishing the physical body and tempering one's physique.

nice one.

They cannot be kept.

With a thought, Lin Yuan issued the command directly to the undead war creatures below who were queuing up to enter the passage.

Stop.

The undead behemoth stopped in its tracks, its soul fire gazing at the figure in mid-air.

Lin Yuan pointed to the mud below.

"Clear these quagmires."

"Don't leave a single drop of mud or a single piece of silt behind, put it all back in."

Upon receiving the order, the undead behemoths changed direction.

They walked up to each mud pit and opened their rotten, broken, blood-red mouths.

The dark green muddy water in the swamp, the silt at the bottom, and even the withered trees around it that were tainted with poisonous miasma.

All of it was poured back into their abdominal cavities, which were made of bones and death energy.

Lin Yuan's style of doing things has always been like this.

A goose is plucked as it flies by, and an animal is left with its skin as it walks away.

Now that we've conquered this territory, we naturally want to extract every last drop of value from it.

The land had to be scraped three feet deep.