Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

In the central basin, the Demon Tree awoke from a long dream.

The metallic face imprinted in the center of the tree trunk moved, and two swirling galaxies appeared in its eye sockets.

The fatigue from the two-day flight had not yet dissipated, and my stomach felt empty deep inside, the hunger making the bark of a tree crackle.

However, as the familiar waves of the void parted, the canopy of the Demon Tree rose.

coming.

The familiar scent always signaled that it was time to eat.

The demon tree smacked its lips, its tendrils rolling around in the soil.

In the past, whenever the deity returned, he would at least feed it several large, oily balls.

This time is different.

The fluctuations are too intense, too complex, and too abundant.

The air was filled with the mechanical waves of metallic texture, the scent of holy and intense light, and even a rich, restorative, and deathly aura.

The magic tree shook off thousands of black-gold leaves, and joy bloomed in its heart:

"So many big balls... Let's eat!"

Dark gold ripples spread through the void.

Lin Yuan stepped into the Wasteland God Realm.

Standing ten thousand meters in the air, looking down at his own territory, his expression became somewhat subtle.

"Goodness, the house has changed so much in such a short time."

Both sides of the sky.

A dark reddish-gold war sun and a pure white, dazzling holy sun each occupied one side.

They confront each other, yet maintain a delicate balance in the middle.

Thanks to the intense heat of these two rounds of sunshine, the once thick layer of acid rain clouds has vanished.

A fierce wind howled high above.

In the territory belonging to the Demon Vulture and Demon Blade Bat, a dozen strange birds covered with hard golden feathers fluttered about.

Feathers flowed with materialized firelight, and sharp claws reflected the luster of metal.

Let's move our gaze downwards.

In the far north, volcanoes rise in abundance, the Bloodlust Basin surges to the heavens, and the Five Elements Divine Fire burns fiercely beneath the New World.

The spiritual energy density of the entire divine realm soared, and the vitality was rampant and unrestrained.

Finally, Lin Yuan's gaze settled on the main stream of the Styx River.

The atmosphere on the surface of the River Styx was frozen.

Two hundred million liquid gold crabs unleashed a massive black mist array, while countless eerie blue mechanical eyes stared at the sky.

The necromancer commander opposite them held up his scythe, the King of the Felfish lay belly up, and billions of Styx soldiers lined up in front, exuding murderous intent.

The moment Lin Yuan appeared, all killing intent faltered.

The massive, hundred-foot-high waves of the Styx surged back onto the surface of the river, creating a muffled sound.

The two hundred million liquid gold crab leader led the way, lowering his body and pressing his giant metal pincers against the water's surface.

The terrifying fish sank into the water, leaving only pairs of fanatical, bloodshot eyes gazing up at the sky.

Billions of undead simultaneously knelt on one knee on the black mudflats, scythes held horizontally in front of their chests.

"Greetings, Lord God!"

Lin Yuan's lips twitched, and he muttered to himself.

"I absorbed the terms too quickly. I should have let them do it for two more minutes."

The clash between the old overlord of the Styx and the rising star is a recurring theme in the fierce competition within the divine realm.

As a result, he had just finished taking stock of his spoils outside when he showed himself and disrupted the other side's decisive battle.

Lin Yuan coughed lightly, ignoring the daily frictions among these family members.

"You're all just sitting around doing nothing, huh?"

Lin Yuan slowly raised his right arm and made a sweeping motion in the air.

"I'll find you guys something serious to do."

Click!

The void cracked open, and divine power surged forth.

Countless dark golden spatial portals opened in all directions of the divine realm.

The Demon Basin, the Far North Volcano, the Shadow Dimension, the Core of the Zerg Hive, the main stream of the Styx and its countless tributaries...

Above the heads of the various family settlements, countless void gates were neatly torn open.

Deep within the passageway, seventeen different, vast worlds are reflected.

Some worlds are filled with towering steel gear cities, with energy beams reaching to the heavens and the earth.

In some worlds, a broken, decadent black sun hangs, mountains and rivers wither, and death churns.

In some worlds, holy light cascades down like waterfalls, and angel statues stand tall;

There are also two other worlds entirely covered by crawling insect blankets.

A world without a master, left behind by seventeen gods!

With the outer defenses crumbling, all the gods perished.

These seventeen divine realms are now like skinned sheep, lying on the chopping block, ready to be slaughtered.

Lin Yuan's voice descended from the heavens, calm yet carrying an irresistible majesty:

"Go."

"In your favorite way."

"Drain them."

"roar--!!"

In the Demon Basin, the tyrant stood upright and pounded his chest with both fists.

It didn't even glance at the ordinary world, its eyes fixed on the most magnificent and terrifying divine realm in the passage.

"kill!!"

The tyrant strode forward, leading hundreds of millions of monstrous demons in a berserk charge, crashing directly into the largest dark gold passage.

In the far north, volcanoes thousands of meters high erupted simultaneously.

The Fire Spirit Kings transformed into towering pillars of fire, roaring as they swept across the icy plains.

They surged into the passageway belonging to the angels and demons, vowing to transform the alien land into a new sea of ​​fire.

The demonic vultures and demonic blade bats flapped their wings and soared into the sky in flocks, their cries echoing through the air.

Among all the creatures, the Zerg are always the fastest to react and the most cunning.

The seventh tributary of the Styx River.

The millions of Necrozoan worms lurking at the bottom of the water, packaging live samples of skeletal fish, tensed up.

Deep within the main nest, the twelve-winged insect king's brain nerves flashed wildly, issuing a top-level retreat command:

"Withdraw! Withdraw everything from here!"

"Quick! The Overlord has opened the gates! Seventeen alien worlds, all teeming with flesh! All brimming with high-level genes!"

The Insect King was so excited that his carapace trembled. What kind of skill is it to steal the Styx's backyard?

How much weight can you gain by catching a few dead fish?

Outside were seventeen undefended high-level divine realms.

There are also two high-level alien insect hive worlds.

"hiss--!!"

In the various tributaries of the Styx, hundreds of millions of source insects spat out the bones in their mouths, and without looking back, they pierced through the void rifts and rushed back to their main nest.

It took no more than three seconds.

The army of source insects that had been raiding behind the Styx River had fled completely, leaving not a single insect hair behind.

Within the Zerg hive territory, a densely packed army of Zerg blotted out the sky.

Shadowblade Bug, Dark Armored Bug, Bursting Bug, Electric Bug...

Under the command of the Insect King, countless swarms of insects split into multiple routes.

The main force headed straight for two Zerg divine realms that exuded the aura of their own kind.

Another group of elites followed closely behind the Insect King, rushing towards the Fallen God Realm.

"Grab it! I'll devour the entire ground, the fungal carpet, clean it all!"

The Insect King let out a long hiss and led his guards into the doorway.

The creatures remaining on the various tributaries of the Styx looked at each other in bewilderment.

The epic-rank necromancer guard, who was being beaten to the ground by the source insects, shook his head and looked at the empty water surface, completely bewildered.

Then, they looked up at the passageways above them.

The otherworldly aura emanating from within was so fragrant that it penetrated deep into the soul fire.

"roar?"

"Go get the goods! What are you standing there for!"

The surviving skeletal fish spirits of the tributary reached a consensus, swayed their tails, and charged toward the dark gold door above them with strange cries.

Robbery? Anyone can do that!

The revelry of the Wasteland God Realm's kin was unfolding in various ecological zones.

In no time, the entire divine realm was filled with strange, surging phenomena.

The families of the deceased were extremely busy.

Large quantities of metal ore veins, alien corpses, and temple ruins were forcibly dragged back to the Wasteland God Realm and thrown into their respective territories.

The entire world has become a well-organized, large-scale import and export logistics center.

The mainstream of the Styx River, however, has a rather bizarre art style.

On a body of water a million meters wide, two hundred million liquid gold crabs set up a defensive formation, their eight mechanical long legs submerged in the water.

Moving is not an option, and not moving is also not an option.

The hundreds of millions of allied troops on the other side were also frozen in place.

The Necromancer Commander gripped his scythe, his soul flames swaying from side to side.

The Skeleton Fish King revealed half of its body, with a piece of liquid gold shell that it had torn off during the fight still in its mouth.

Spitting it out is not an option, nor is swallowing it.

Everyone felt a little awkward.

One second they were fighting to the death, vying for the rightful hegemony of the Styx River's mainstream, ready to fight until the heavens and earth collapsed and rivers of blood flowed.

As a result, the God suddenly descended from the heavens, bestowing upon the entire divine realm an immense wealth.

All the other neighbors have packed up and gone out to make their fortunes, while the local garrison has all gone to other divine realms to dig up ancestral graves.

Their main forces are still fighting each other here over two muddy beaches.

Lin Yuan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He stood with one hand behind his back, his tone gentle, his divine sense slowly rippling above the water's surface:

"Why are you looking at me?"

"You fight your battles, and if it's a matter of life and death, then fight your battles."

"Don't worry about me, I'm just a creator passing by."

The divine oracle reached their ears.

The atmosphere on the main stream of the Styx fell silent.

The liquid gold crab king blinked thousands of mechanical eyes.

The Skeleton King shook its enormous fish head, and the Necromancer's soul fire flickered twice.

Does the deity mean... that they are allowed to continue fighting?

What are you talking about?!

Several commanders inwardly groaned.

The tyrant next door has probably already chewed up half of the otherworldly statue.

That wicked old bug has his source insects moving resources faster than rain; if we don't go now, not even a single weed from another world will be left.

The idea is for those who get rich first to help those who get rich later; the real priority is to thoroughly eliminate the obstacles outside the region.

In an instant.

The atmosphere, which was originally one of irreconcilable enmity and filled with murderous intent, crumbled completely.

The Liquid Gold Crab Commander retracted its giant blue pincers and deftly shrunk its eight mechanical legs.

His body slid smoothly to the side for three thousand meters, clearing a broad road leading to the gate of the divine realm in the black mist.

"Click-clack".

The liquid gold crab king waved his small claws, making a friendly clanging sound.

The meaning is simple and straightforward: Brothers, please go first. You have more fish, so you can choose first.

The ferocious King Fish is actually quite shrewd, swaying its massive tail with a gentle flick.

What it stirred up wasn't a killing wall of water, but a gentle, calm wave that carried a few liquid gold crabs forward a short distance.

The Necromancer was even more decisive, reversing the Grim Reaper's scythe, hiding the sharp blade behind his back, and striking a rhythm in the void with the hilt.

One second they were mortal enemies, destined to fight to the death.

The next second, they transformed into a cross-industry logistics alliance fleet.

"Roar—!"

I don't know which ferocious fish let out the first howl.

Billions of monstrous fish, undead, and liquid gold crabs collectively changed direction.

They ran side by side, pushing and jostling each other.

They rushed toward the otherworldly gate that floated in the sky, as if racing against time.

A huge, terrifying fish was leaping over the Dragon Gate, carrying several dizzy, liquid gold crabs on its back.

The long-legged crab gripped the gaps in the skeleton fish's armor, and with perfect coordination, they used the force to leap into the air and plunge straight into the entrance of the Mechanical God Realm.

An old grudge, a blood feud that wiped out a clan?

Compared to the vast resources of the divine realm, these are just trivial matters.