70: Chapter 70: A Century of Abundant Harvest, A Frenzied Rise to Demigodhood (Third Transformation)

The final century.

In the deepest part of the underground insect nest.

The Insect King lay prone on the black stone throne.

On its chest, there was a fist-shaped wound three inches deep that still hadn't healed; the carapace at the edges of the wound appeared withered and grayish-white, a remnant suppression left by the Titan's extreme path.

This fist mark shattered the Insect King's four-hundred-year ambition.

It also broke the spine of the insect race's outward expansion.

It became obedient.

Extremely obedient.

The army of millions of insects broke up into smaller groups.

The Insect King no longer issued commands for genocidal charges that would sweep across the sea, land, and air.

The frequency with which the Soldier Insects went to the periphery to plunder resources dropped sharply, from once a day to once a month.

Moreover, the targets were specific: only targeting lone Demon Vultures or the carcasses of dead fish washed ashore.

They never approached the Central Basin.

For most of the time, the insect swarm was assigned new tasks.

On the periphery of the basin, under the dark red saplings of the demon trees that covered the mountains and plains, were swarms of bloated Worker Insects.

The Worker Insects extended their mouthparts and pierced into the shallow layers of the saplings' bark.

They collected the dark golden emulsion oozing from the crevices of the bark.

This emulsion was a byproduct of the saplings converting the Dark Abyss spiritual energy, containing extremely high energy.

Once a Worker Insect filled its abdomen, it would retreat, and another would take its place.

The Worker Insects, fully loaded with the emulsion, formed a black dragon ten miles long, crawling toward the edge of the basin.

This was not a reserve being moved back to the insect nest.

It was a tribute.

At the edge of the basin.

The Worker Insects walked forward and spat out the dark golden emulsion from their abdomens.

After pouring out the emulsion, the Worker Insects would consciously retreat to one side, making room.

On the other side, there was a pile of spoils that the insect race had scavenged from the sky and the Underworld River this month.

Metallic feathers of Demon Vultures, complete claws of Liquid Metal Crabs, infrasonic sacs of Bone Blade Bats... They were sorted and stacked neatly.

At the edge of the basin.

Dozens of hooligan Tyrant Demons, led by Scarface and Slick Back, were sitting on boulders.

They sat with their legs crossed, holding bones and picking their teeth.

Looking at the insects below, queuing up obediently to pay protection money, their vertical pupils were full of boredom.

"Big Brother's punch was too ruthless."

"It completely knocked the temper out of this group of insects."

"Now they don't even dare to hiss loudly, for fear of disturbing the Tyrant Demon race."

Slick Back jumped off the boulder and walked forward.

He dipped his finger into a bit of the dark golden emulsion and popped it into his mouth, smacking his lips twice.

"The energy is pure, and the taste is not bad."

He waved his hand.

The Tyrant Demons behind him walked forward, shouldered these items, and turned back to the camp.

The entire handover process did not spark any conflict.

The Insect King knew its position in the Wasteland very well.

If it wanted to survive and continue to reproduce, it had to pay rent to the overlord.

It specially selected the purest resources in the tribe, just praying that the figure in the basin would not come to the insect nest for a stroll again.

The Tyrant Demons' military suppression brought a rare peace to the Wasteland Divine Domain.

The fifth century.

It was the most stable century since the first century of the stewardship period.

All things were free to compete for life.

There were no insect swarm tactics at any cost, and no destruction from the Tyrant Demons looking for fun everywhere.

The entire Divine Domain, nourished by the spiritual energy of the Dark Abyss, ushered in a great ecological recovery.

At the bottom of the Underworld River, the populations of Oscillating Liquid Metal Crabs and Scarlet Flying Blade Bone Fish doubled.

They began to build metal coral reefs in the depths of the stagnant water.

In the sky, the thickness of the heavy metal toxic clouds increased by one-third.

The Demon Vultures and Bone Blade Bats re-divided the airspace.

They no longer engaged in meaningless death battles.

Each occupied different airflow zones, swallowing the free-floating energy in the air.

The most significant change was on the surface.

The [Black Thorn Grass], which had taken root on the surface long ago when the demon tree transformed, had now grown into vast, deep seas of grass, nourished by the Dark Abyss spiritual energy.

The root systems of this thorn grass were extremely developed.

They dug a hundred meters into the ground, firmly stitching the fragmented land blocks together.

The demon tree was growing, and the saplings were giving back.

Violent, intense, yet endless and thriving.

...

The real world.

Jiangcheng, military district independent villa.

The bedroom door on the second floor was tightly shut.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed.

Every time he exhaled, it would bring out a visible dark golden airflow.

The airflow swept across the walls, plowing several gullies into the wall surface.

After a long time.

Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

Deep in his eyes, a flash of pure, extreme dark golden divine light flickered by.

Around the periphery of his pupils, a circle of fine patterns was faintly visible.

He raised his right hand and clenched his five fingers into a fist.

Bang!

The air in his palm was forcefully squeezed and exploded, emitting a sonic boom.

The powerful shockwave shattered the solid wood tables and chairs in the bedroom into powder.

Lin Yuan glanced at his palm.

On the surface of his skin, a faint layer of liquid metallic luster flashed and vanished.

"Third-Turn Demigod."

Lin Yuan's voice was low, carrying uncontrollable joy.

In the ranking system of Divine Revelation, there are nine turns for a Demigod, and each turn is a chasm.

Igniting the divine fire and transcending the mortal realm is the First Turn.

The hallmark of a First-Turn Demigod is the external release of divine power, and physical strength surpassing divine creatures.

Second-Turn Demigod, divine nature condenses.

The divine fire begins to feed back into the physical body, with physical strength, defense, and recovery power far exceeding human limits, reaching the level of monsters.

The physical body gains extremely high elemental resistance, rendering ordinary thermal weapons ineffective.

And when reaching the Third-Turn Demigod, it is a small watershed.

The hallmark of the Third Turn is [Divine Body Remolding].

The core laws of the Divine Domain undergo a transformation, merging into the deity's blood and bone marrow.

At this stage, deities no longer need to deliberately mobilize divine power to defend.

Their physical bodies are part of their own Divine Domain laws.

Lin Yuan stretched his muscles and bones.

His neck turned, making a crisp cracking sound.

"A hundred years, to actually evolve the Divine Domain to this extent."

Lin Yuan whispered to himself.

His original expectation was to be able to use this century of stewardship to increase the number of his vassal race and incidentally touch the Second-Turn Demigod level.

Who knew that the power of faith pouring into his sea of consciousness had no end in sight.

It was mixed with the aura of laws, pure to an outrageous degree.

It was unstoppable.

The divine fire within his body completed two expansions, compressions, and re-ignitions in a short time.

From the peak of the First Turn, crossing the Second Turn, and crashing straight into the stable period of the Third Turn.

This span was too exaggerated.

Lin Yuan knew very well that the leap in realm originated from the transformation of the Divine Domain's core laws.

What exactly happened inside?

To what extent had those fifty thousand elite Tyrant Demons advanced?

Had the subsidiary races been killed to extinction?

Had the [Liquid Metal Blood-Devouring Demon Tree] broken through the extraordinary-level barrier?

A series of questions flashed through Lin Yuan's mind.

A sense of anticipation spread within his chest.

As a Creator, there was nothing more exciting than seeing his masterpieces evolve perfectly.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes again, his mind slightly moved, preparing to communicate with the Divine Domain core deep in his mind.

Just as his consciousness was about to descend into the Divine Domain.

Ding—

The personal terminal on Lin Yuan's left wrist detailed a communication request.

Lin Yuan frowned slightly, his movements pausing.

In his address book, except for his dad and Fatty Wang, there was almost no one else.

If the military wanted to contact him, they would use an encrypted military channel, not this kind of routine notification.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the terminal screen.

On the caller ID, three characters were jumping.

Su Yueying.