My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1205 - 353: Assault on the Radiant Moon! The second branch of the Mother River! Two taboo truths?_4

Chapter 1205: Chapter 353: Assault on the Radiant Moon! The second branch of the Mother River! Two taboo truths?_4

Gary Smith gazed at it, feeling as if he were looking up at the primordial starry sea in ancient times.

Pure and flawless, illuminating all things!

’It’s a pity that the starry sky nowadays isn’t as brilliant anymore...’

With a flicker of thought, Gary Smith began to blend the radiance of the stars within him, slowly forming into a cluster at the heart of the starry sea, gradually taking shape.

The first step of advancing from Morning Star to Radiant Moon was named...

Born of the Sea, the Luminous Moon!

To nurture one’s own Spiritual Moon from the starry sea represented the first qualitative transformation of spiritual energy, requiring immense control over oneself.

For Gary Smith, who possessed the Taboo position and Heavenly Breathing, controlling his own power was as simple as eating and drinking.

It took him only an hour to condense his Spiritual Moon.

A typical Radiant Moon Tier cultivator’s Spiritual Moon would have a diameter of ten meters, and as they advanced, the Spiritual Moon would grow, but it would usually only reach about twenty meters in diameter.

Geniuses might reach several tens of meters while evil spirits would have more, up to a hundred meters in diameter, but Gary Smith, looking at his own one-kilometer-diameter moon, as radiant as the Eternal Moon, nodded in satisfaction:

"Indeed, it remains as large as ever. How can I not be embarrassed to show it? Wouldn’t it scare the children silly!"

The second step was to condense the True Words to stabilize the Spiritual Moon.

Boom!

Thus, Gary Smith released the surging influx from the Beast Master Space, the call of the Mother River like a raging sea, instantly enveloping him and dragging many of the Pet Beasts into the Mother River with him.

The enthusiasm was so intense that it felt like being stuffed back inside one’s mother, almost suffocating him.

Fortunately, he had already held back the Mother River’s affection; the world before him was once again covered by the endless fog and the Primordial Spirit Sea. The [Shepherd]... no, it should be [Rancher Number] made its appearance once again, having expanded to a length of sixty meters.

Owing to the contracts with Paper Knight and Red Rabbit, drifting white paper flags had been added to the masthead, and a heavy metal shell had been laid across the Ship’s Surroundings. The number of engines powered by the Eye of the Void had increased significantly, and numerous pitch-black artillery turrets had also appeared.

As for the original cover, it had turned into a deep red transparent dome, enveloping the entire ship.

"Compared with others’ canoes, it’s completely like a warship," Gary Smith murmured softly, his lips curving into a slight smile.

Now, not only could he act high-handedly, but he could also simply blast others into oblivion if he felt like it.

The Spirit Lamps hanging all over the deck had also become a super-sized lightbulb, with plentiful lamp oil inside, its brilliance dazzling, illuminating a three-hundred-meter radius.

At a glance, one could even see many huge twisted forms of the Mutant Clan wandering underwater; one could even spot the dark silhouettes of the deeper sea floor.

They exuded a suffocating terror that made one’s breath catch!

Upon his arrival, many of those figures seemed to have sensed something and started swimming in his direction.

This scene made Gary Smith’s gaze sharpen as he sighed, "Lilith was right after all."

Gary Smith had once asked Lilith if it was possible to stay in the Primordial Spirit Sea and "harvest wool" after promoting to the Radiant Moon.

But Lilith just sneered, seeing through Gary’s intention to remain in the Primordial Spirit Sea to exploit its resources from a higher plane, but she advised against it.

Because after the promotion to the Radiant Moon, one’s spirituality would have undergone a metamorphosis, becoming alien to the Primordial Spirit Sea; a short stay might be fine, but over time, it’s like lighting a bonfire in the pitch-black night—extremely conspicuous.

Although it could deter some light-fearing wild beasts, it would also attract even more terrible entities from deeper layers of darkness.

Even unknown beings lying at the bottom of the Primordial Spirit Sea might emerge.

Once the journey against the Mother River begins, one absolutely cannot stop moving!

Behind... lies only death!

Although Gary Smith regretted not being able to stay and pull wool from the sheep through Dimensional Strike, he decisively piloted the [Shepherd], moving closer in the direction of Mother River’s call.

As soon as he started, Gary Smith could see that many Mutant Clans stopped approaching and returned to silence.

He was shuttling through the fog, constantly moving forward, as the originally vast and boundless Primordial Spirit Sea seemed to fold into an infinitely small space at that moment.

In just one minute, the surrounding azure Primordial Spirit Sea disappeared, the cognitive mist around him suddenly became dense, and Gary Smith’s three hundred meter visibility was compressed to two hundred meters.

An ocean shimmering with the radiance of the moonlight appeared before his eyes.

"Cultivator, it’s so beautiful here!" Mousie exclaimed in wonder.

"Ying!" Little Spider also looked around curiously.

Eggy, Paper Knight, and Red Rabbit were quite curious as well, feeling that this place didn’t seem as dangerous as Mother River but rather more like a beautiful scenic area bathed in moonlight.

Mousie curiously looked over the sea surface, expecting that the reflection in the water would be as distorted as in the Primordial Spirit Sea, but surprisingly, it cast the image of a fluffy yellow hamster, cute and naive, albeit looking somewhat thin and lifeless in the eyes.

"No, that’s not me, at least not the me of now!" Mousie was shocked, because the reflection in the water seemed to be...

its past self!

"This is the second branch of Mother River—the Chaotic Abyssal Sea!" Gary Smith’s voice rang out as he explained, "Do not perceive Mother River with notions of beauty and ugliness. In this Chaotic Abyssal Sea, the shimmering water surface is actually disordered Time Fragments.

All time here is unordered and chaotic, a rash touch could randomly present a past or future self, and the same goes for the Mutant Clan.

There is a chance that a weaker past version might appear, or a chaotic future one, or even a Mutant Clan from a parallel universe with unpredictable strength, filled with disorder and chaos, so caution is paramount when navigating here."

Hearing this, all the Pet Beasts became solemn, sensing great danger.

"However, don’t be too frightened; danger also signifies opportunity. Here, there’s an extremely small chance to fish out pure Time Fragments. Absorbing one can save days, months, or even years of spiritual power accumulation, rapidly enhancing one’s strength, though they are exceedingly rare.

Some Mutant Clans, due to their long-term existence here, have highly refined spiritual substances on them that can quickly form under the catalysis of Time Fragments, making it easy to encounter heaven and earth treasures that have grown over thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

This is also why, despite a considerable decline in spiritual power compared to Ancient Times, we can still develop rapidly. Here, time has lost its meaning, and the chances of encountering a Boundary Gate are also higher than in the Primordial Spirit Sea."

As Mousie listened to Gary Smith’s introduction, it asked with interest, "Then how do we condense our own True Words?"

Gary Smith spoke with profound meaning, "Kill yourself!"

"Myself?" Mousie was puzzled and was about to speak when its pupils shrank and it said with a trembling voice, "Cultivator... no, how come there are two Cultivators??"

Mousie saw another ’Gary Smith’ on the deck behind Gary Smith, dressed the same, with the same build and even the same appearance.

But this figure’s clothes were soaked through, and as it slowly lifted its head, it revealed a pair of empty eyes, as if someone had gouged them out, and its facial features became increasingly blurred over time.

Behind it, there was a reflection of the Holy Dragon Tree Shadow, condensed by the Heavenly Breathing Esoteric Martial Arts, its aura clearly at the Radiant Moon Tier.

Little Spider and the other Pet Beasts were shocked, never expecting to face this version of "themselves."

However, because Gary Smith had let himself advance first, they only needed to face an equal version of themselves. But it seems... even the Supreme Mother River could not perfectly replicate him.

It could only replicate other abilities, unable to reproduce the Taboo Status Level or even the Eye of Truth.

This is...

Forbidden uniqueness!

Defeating the "self" in the Chaotic Abyssal Sea equates to affirming and surpassing one’s spiritual path.

Only then can one gain Mother River’s acknowledgment and condense their own True Words.

With a sinister smile, Gary Smith declared, "Since that’s the case, I’ll take the True Words for myself!"

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