Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The vastness of the Wasteland God Realm is constantly expanding its territory into the unknown void.

The world core successively swallowed up the four alien divine realms of Izel, Youfeng, Fengyu, and Cale.

Mountain-building movements are constantly occurring at the edge of the Wasteland God Realm.

The chaotic currents surged and roared, like tens of thousands of prehistoric beasts tearing at nothingness.

Vast swathes of barren land were violently squeezed out of the chaos and forcefully pieced together onto the periphery of the old territory.

Newly formed mountains soar into the clouds, and canyons are formed by the fracturing of the earth's crust during tectonic movements.

The spiritual energy of the Dark Abyss transformed into viscous raindrops, falling upon these newly born lands and nourishing the very foundations of all life.

Even if a metal paradise of tens of millions of square kilometers were forcibly dumped in, filling a huge area, it would still look out over the horizon.

At the edge of the entire wasteland, tens of millions of square kilometers of desolate wilderness still remain.

With such a strong foundation and overflowing resources, the entire divine realm urgently needs an internal digestion process.

The core of the New World lies beneath the earth.

The consciousness of the blessed land is in a state of frenzy, and the entire underground world is in turmoil because of its emotions.

In the underground space, the Geng metal energy condensed into thousands of invisible sharp swords, cutting and slicing, leaving cracks on the rock walls.

The water vapor gathered into dark, heavy water, flowing backwards like a waterfall, producing a thunderous roar.

The fiery aura rose up, creating a pure white fire dragon that greedily licked at the surrounding metal veins.

Caught between these three extreme attributes.

A resilient vitality of Yi Wood quietly blossoms, taking root in the hard liquid gold vein and drawing nourishment.

At the same time, a thick, mountain-like aura of Earth also condensed and took shape at the bottom of the cavity, stabilizing the space that could collapse at any moment.

The five elements interact in a cycle of mutual generation and restraint, never ceasing.

The initial form of the Five Elements Blessed Land has been declared stable.

In the long and tedious past, this achievement alone would have been enough for the consciousness of the blessed land to savor for countless days and nights.

They can even proudly claim that they have touched the boundaries of the divine.

But now, all that remains in my heart is a deep sense of urgency; my pride has long since vanished.

The cause of it all was the two blazing suns in the sky.

The Demon Tree's feat of forcefully pushing two suns to the same sky directly shattered the sense of superiority of the Blessed Land's consciousness as an innate divine embryo.

It perceived it clearly and distinctly.

Throughout the millions of square kilometers of the New World's surface, branches of the Magic Tree had long since sprouted.

Countless small red trees, displaying the color of black gold and dark iron, have their roots deeply embedded in the vein of top-grade liquid gold, without even a word of warning.

These wild and untamed plants recklessly extracted the liquid gold essence of the New World to nourish themselves, causing mutations to appear in the tree trunks.

At the same time, the saplings are also giving back to this land.

The thick root system releases an intense, almost overwhelming abyssal spiritual energy, forcefully penetrating the deepest part of the metal veins and altering the geological structure.

The spiritual energy of the Dark Abyss is domineering and unparalleled.

It not only contains immense and distorted vitality and radiation mutation factors, but also carries a high-level affinity with the multiple rules of the Wasteland God Realm.

Mutually beneficial, deeply intertwined, and sharing both prosperity and adversity.

The consciousness of the blessed land is well aware of this, and it is precisely through the red saplings that are spread across the continent that they act as a medium of communication.

That's how I was able to integrate into the underlying logic of the Wasteland God Realm so quickly and without any sense of alienation.

They even overstepped their authority by mobilizing elements of heaven and earth, such as wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, from outside the divine realm for their own use.

Upon realizing this, the consciousness of the blessed land felt even more alarmed, and a chill ran through its core.

The depths of this magical tree are unfathomable.

The new continent, spanning tens of millions of square kilometers, is merely the tip of the iceberg of the vast root system of the Demon Tree.

The entire vast divine realm was shrouded in the shadow of that enormous creature's canopy.

As long as the Demon Tree has a single thought, it can drain the life force of an entire land at any time, causing all things to wither and die.

It is precisely because of this terrifying size that it is integrated with the entire divine realm.

Only the Demon Tree could withstand the backlash from the rules of heaven and earth and forcibly create two suns, War and Holy Radiance, in the void!

The divine fire at the core of the blessed land's consciousness pulsed, and the deeper one pondered it, the more unsettling it became.

Given the Demon Tree's unrestrained and insatiable savage devouring speed.

As long as the resources provided by the gods are sufficient, it is not a pipe dream for three, four, or even five suns to appear in the sky.

If it really comes to that, you'll lose the right to even look up at that towering tree.

It has become a useless stepping stone in the divine realm, only producing ores.

"Give it to me!"

The consciousness of the blessed land let out a silent roar, shattering large pieces of top-grade Geng gold ore, with metal fragments falling down in a flurry.

We will never admit defeat, and we will never bow our heads.

As a dignified innate divine embryo, possessing the legacy left by a true god, how could I be a mere foil to a plant!

Full power, operating under overload.

It fully activated the newly formed Five Elements Wheel Millstone, creating an energy black hole deep underground that devoured everything.

Gale-force winds, thunder, frost, and shadows roam freely in the wasteland realm...

Countless chaotic foreign elemental forces were drawn by the suction force and impacted the rock wall.

Forcibly kneading and fusing highly conflicting extreme attributes comes at a terrible cost.

The raging, mountain-sized core divine fire was being relentlessly exploited.

It quickly withered and dimmed, like a candle flame caught in a storm.

The flames flickered, the light dimmed, and the flames shrank rapidly, one ring after another, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Just when the divine fire had dimmed to its limit, leaving only the size of a soybean, and was in danger of being extinguished at any moment by the raging elements, it was a matter of life and death.

[Rebirth from Despair] is triggered.

The divine fire of the blessed land, on the verge of collapse, erupted with a dazzling halo, dispelling all darkness.

To live in the face of death, to break limits, and to reshape the origin.

The dormant divine fire was rekindled, giving rise to new life.

The core quality of Liquid Gold Paradise is undergoing a qualitative leap.

The consciousness of the blessed land let out an extremely pleasant soft murmur.

This is the second time it has triggered the Nirvana effect.

The first time I tried, I almost died because I didn't know the rules; the second time, I was just overwhelmed by the competition.

The surge of power after the pain caused it to lose its way.

The thrill of breaking through the limits and achieving a leap in the dimension of life at such a moment is truly incredible.

Looking back on those endless years of lonely hibernation, the meager progress I made seems like a complete waste of time compared to now.

It's highly addictive.

As long as you dare to push yourself to the limit, forcing yourself to walk a tightrope between life and death, you can infinitely unleash the heaven-defying enhancement brought about by nirvana.

The consciousness of the blessed land abandoned all restraints and fell into a frenzied madness.

One reason is the inherent arrogance that drives them to insist on competing with the Demon Tree and vying for the title of the number one wonder of the Divine Realm.

Secondly, it's because the feeling is so addictive that you just can't stop.

"Again! Wind, thunder, lightning, light, darkness—smash them all in!"

Inside the underground cavity, the divine fire, shrunken a hundredfold yet shining as brightly as a star, leaped once more.

They are actively embracing a new round of self-destructive evolution, determined to create an astonishing spectacle beneath this land.

……

Meanwhile, the various races that have returned from their expeditions are gradually returning to their respective territories through the divine passage.

The main stream of the Styx River, which runs across the entire continent.

Today, its length and width both exceed one million meters, and its waters are so vast that they resemble an inland sea.

One after another, the gates of the divine realm opened wide on the surface of the River Styx, dispersing the surrounding mist.

Two hundred million liquid gold crabs marched out of the passage with eight long legs, their steps perfectly synchronized.

It descended heavily onto the surface of the main stream of the River Styx.

This is their carefully chosen stage for their return.

They will use their blood to proclaim the birth of a king in their birthplace, where they once suffered countless humiliations.

As soon as they appeared, all the liquid gold crabs noticed the changes that had occurred in the divine realm.

In the sky, the two suns, War and Holy Light, hung side by side, scorching the earth below.

The western horizon was ignited by a fiery, crimson-gold flame, while the eastern sky was bathed in a majestic, pure white radiance.

At the edge of the horizon, the vast liquid gold continent shimmered with a dazzling metallic luster.

The liquid gold crabs immediately recognized it as the resource site they had targeted during their battles in the outside world.

The deity was incredibly powerful; he uprooted it and carried it into the house.

The divine realm was at its peak of prosperity, and their own race had made great achievements in battles outside the realm.

Now that we have completed the ultimate leap in the level of life, it is time to hold our heads high and seize hegemony.

However, their return was not greeted with flowers and cheers.

Only an undisguised, boundless killing intent.

The surface of the Styx River, a million meters wide, boiled, the temperature plummeted, and the surrounding space froze into fine ice crystals.

Countless whirlpools rapidly formed in front of the army of liquid gold crabs, tearing at the water's surface.

Beneath the whirlpool, countless colossal skeletal figures, accompanied by earth-shattering roars, burst forth from the water.

Blood-Stained Skeleton Fish.

There were so many that they blocked the view; even the smallest one was several hundred meters long.

At the same time, countless eerie green soul flames rose from the endless black silt along the River Styx.

The Void Abyss undead legion trudged through the mud, forming an endless wall of death.

Countless scythes, brimming with the aura of reaping, were raised high, their sharp blades gleaming coldly, pointing directly at the Liquid Gold Crab camp.

This scene was far more intense than the brief standoff at the passageway entrance, which was limited to a mere exchange of glances.

The main stream of the River Styx, a million meters wide, has been blocked by the impenetrable alliance of skeleton fish and the undead.

Not only did the elite forces from the main waterways themselves come out, but also the leaders of the skeleton fish and the commanders of the undead from the surrounding tributaries.

Some also chose to lead a large contingent of troops to provide support.

The military strength is guaranteed to reach at least one billion.

Those who are at the high-level extraordinary level, who could be minor commanders outside, can only serve as cannon fodder at the front line here.

The powerful auras of epic-level and epic-peak beings are everywhere, and creatures that are half-legendary are also faintly visible in the deep waters.

This is the foundation that the Styx has accumulated over countless years of ruling the wasteland waters.

Anyone who dares to provoke us will be crushed.

A half-step legendary level Darkblood Skeleton Fish King with a body length exceeding eight thousand meters.

Its enormous body hovered in mid-air, blocking out the sunlight overhead and casting large shadows.

It swung its giant tail, creating towering waves thousands of feet high.

It slammed heavily onto the water in front of the liquid gold crab formation, causing a splash and a thunderous sound.

"roar--"

The meaning is simple and brutal: those lowly creatures at the bottom should immediately roll back into the mud and lie down to wait for death!

In the eyes of the necromancers and the higher-ups of the skeleton fish, crabs are reptiles at the bottom of the food chain.

Even if it's draped in a strange black mist.

No matter how many pairs of glowing mechanical eyes they have, they are still lowly creatures at heart, used for their own amusement and entertainment.

They dared to gather a large army and swagger into the main waters, completely courting death.

If they don't obediently bow their heads, they will be wiped out completely, leaving not a single crab leg.