My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1548 - 444: The Corpse of Truth! Entering the Realm of Sickness! _2

Chapter 1548: Chapter 444: The Corpse of Truth! Entering the Realm of Sickness! _2

All of these sins, all because they haven’t bathed in the glory of their Master!

"That’s a world!" The voice of Mousie came from the sky, drawing the focused gazes of the Pet Beasts.

Strung up on the mast, it burst with a "bang," dissipating into wisps of crimson energy that cascaded down and reconvened into a seated figure on a lotus platform, peering profoundly ahead.

It even seemed more mature and stable!

Gary Smith asked curiously, "What does that mean?"

"Look at the substance that flows within that world." Mousie didn’t answer directly, but instead extended a paw toward the front.

Gary Smith looked up and could see a dark red liquid flowing between the different Boundary Gates. It wasn’t very clear, so he activated the Super Vision of the Eye of Truth and only then saw that it was full of impurities, like sewage and pus, filthy to the extreme.

And these things, Gary Smith was no stranger to.

"Historical dust!"

His gaze filled with surprise, this was the stuff that could bury The Gods, the ancient days’ matter, harboring the secrets of ancient existences, it was the Forbidden Zone of Life within the Forbidden Zone.

Generally speaking, historical dust flowed through the bygone ages and would not descend upon reality, as long as one followed the rules, avoiding probing too deeply, or like Serena Martin, using the corresponding coordinates for hard retrieval, one would not encounter danger.

For this was the iron law set by Mother River: the past belongs to the past, the future belongs to history!

Now persistently advancing, constructing the present world!

But now, it seemed some sort of Abnormality had occurred in the Realm of Sickness, breaking the balance and causing a loss of control internally, leading to a diseased mutation of the Main World.

These so-called worlds were in fact just internal spacetime chaos, bleeding out countless cells and blood from wounds suffered by the Realm of Sickness.

In essence, they were all Realm of Sickness, but they were projections of the Realm of Sickness from different time periods.

No wonder they looked so distorted.

If these were ordinary worlds, they simply could not support forming into shapes, presumably even becoming phantasmal bubbles they would be burst in an instant.

But the Main World was different, in the next-door Beast Master Realm, one could drive away The Gods with one’s own strength, carve out the Mortal World, and even the top-level Great Existence could not descend, possessing almost Taboo power.

Thus, the Realm of Sickness also possessed a Status Level absolutely not much different.

Creating worlds, destroying the world, to it, these were not big deals.

However, to contaminate the Main World, it definitely wasn’t a small character...

Looking at the many world bubbles, Gary Smith mused, "Could it be a mistake made by the Taboo Sun?"

The Taboo Sun illuminated the Realms, and this definitely included the Main World.

If it had a problem, then naturally the first to be affected would be the nearby powerful worlds, and then the rest of the projection worlds in an orderly process.

Or to say, the Realm of Sickness was contaminated by the sun!

"That’s right, that’s it!"

Gary Smith nodded affirmatively, he just didn’t know if his Previous Life... was this world?

Or, was it a seemingly similar world, under the reflection of powerful existences’ rules, giving rise to similar cultural customs.

After all, the Beast Master Realm also exhibited similar cultural presentations, also a reflection of rules.

Even if it wasn’t, Gary Smith wouldn’t be disappointed.

After all, he didn’t have much of a desire to return to his Previous Life, no family there, his only regret was that he had just made Money and transmigrated before having the chance to enjoy it.

What a huge loss!

He was just curious, why in his Previous Life was he able to obtain the Key of Truth?

After all, a Taboo Existence was undying and immortal, with a Status Level even The Gods could only dream of, transcending logic, why would it come into his possession?

Who was the seller that traded it?

And after he was filled with endless knowledge, his head exploded, but where did the remaining Corpse go?

Could it be that he had transmigrated?

If not, then the corpse, brimming with the Power of Truth, was absolutely top Material, and retrieving it would also prevent some bizarre Curse Technique from anchoring onto him.

Various doubts swirled in his mind, yet no one could provide him with answers.

In the end, Gary Smith could only gripe about the Taboo Sun, which connected so many worlds; it didn’t even think to courier the corpse to him.

What a lazy bum!

Gary Smith internally "praised" the sun for a while, then turned to Mousie and inquired, "So, which Boundary Gate should we choose?"

"Cultivator, you don’t need to ask Mousie where you want to go, Mousie will just follow, trust your own feelings," Mousie said with a smile, speaking in an unfathomable manner, very much in the style of Buddha’s smile when he twirled a flower.

"..." Gary Smith fell silent for a while, then suddenly said, "It was when I previously entered the World Honored One Hamster state that you left a message for yourself, wasn’t it?"

"Cough cough cough, what are you talking about, Mousie doesn’t understand..." Mousie coughed fiercely a few times, trying to hide its embarrassment, but faced with Gary Smith’s suspicious gaze, it grew angry:

"Cultivator, what kind of look is that, do you not believe in Mousie? You’ve really disappointed Mousie, I’m also very clever, the so-called Spirit Corrosion State just added a little bit of wisdom, it’s not a huge enhancement...

Alright, I did leave a sentence, I remember it said, ’If you ever enter the Realm of Sickness in the future, don’t fret about the choice, just pick any, each will have what the cultivator desires.’"

"The me in Spirit Corrosion State really put on too much of an act, a perfect enigma hamster. If it were the present me, I would never hide anything from brother cultivator!"

As Mousie finished speaking, it had a red rose held in its mouth, speaking tenderly and lovingly.

However, the very next second, it was taken back by the Paper Knight, who replaced it in the Ultimatum Emperor’s garden.

"..."

The flames within the eyes behind the Paper Knight’s cross-shaped face mask burned fiercely, its heart shocked. This hamster had actually managed to steal its Redemption Rose without anyone noticing?

Even the garden of the Ultimatum Emperor had not shown any reaction, truly terrifying!

Gary Smith ignored Mousie’s gibberish and began pondering the meaning of World Honored One Hamster.

"Trust my own choices, huh..."

Thus, Gary continued to approach, it was only now that he realized, due to the obscuring fog of recognition, that there were indescribably massive shadows lurking outside the numerous Boundary Gates, exuding a breath-taking horror and pressure.

It was like an ant nearing a collapsing mountain, a single misstep could result in being crushed to dust.

They constantly roamed, perched atop these mutated Portal Gates as if feeding and absorbing, somewhat similar to the scenes he witnessed within the Taboo Sun.

Seeing this, Gary grew even more certain that this world was connected to the sun’s transformation, and he wasn’t sure if these were natives of powerful strength in the Realm of Sickness or "vultures" drawn by the world’s mutation and decay.

But regardless of the nature, they were enemies he could not compete with at this stage!

Especially since he had just seen an Ecological Master Level Mutant Clan member burst open the moment it approached, turning into a blood rain and attracting more mutants from the riverbed to fight over the feast.

Then...

A huge void appeared in the chaotic Abyssal Sea, all the mutant clan swallowed by the invisible maw, with condensed spirit energy droplets funneled in reverse, staging a grand fishing spectacle!

"Really dangerous!"

Gary felt relieved in his heart, thankful for the Crimson Kingdom’s shielding and the power of the nighttime paths, keeping these beings unaware of his ant-like presence.

He looked at the many Boundary Gates, finally setting his sights on one that was comparatively larger, its color dark and tinged with red.

It resembled dried bloodstains and seemed to be decayed to the extreme.

But unlike the other portals, this one somehow felt like it was brimming with vitality.

Life from death?

Even the Great Divine Power’s hand made of condensed smoke seemed eager, as if it had found something it yearned for.

"In that case, it’s decided, it’s going to be you!"

Gary made his choice decisively; after all, he was just beginning to explore the Realm of Sickness. If he encountered danger, he could simply retreat and return once he becomes a True King, or even a Great Existence.

If it was still dangerous, he would just join these creatures in drawing sustenance from the Main World,

Who says he can’t be a vampire-like creature!

Thus, utilizing the stealth capability of the Crimson Kingdom, Gary smoothly came before the Boundary Gate, reached out his hand to touch it, and infused it with spirit energy.

Buzz!

One after another, the spirit energy nodes lit up, connecting mysterious patterns of The Moon, forcibly opening the portal, and Gary took the chance to enter it, disappearing from view.

Boom!

What he did not know was, after he entered, the piled-up numerous Boundary Gates began to move, their order scrambled, causing many terrifying figures to halt their actions, somewhat puzzled...

It seemed no living creature had entered?

But they did not think too much of it, merely continuing their own actions, feasting on more sustenance.

And in the distant Mother River.

A golden figure sat above The World, dressed in a moon-colored skirt, revealing fair feet, gently swinging them, singing a mystical chant.

Swinging like on a seesaw, seemingly sensing something, she began moving faster in the direction of the Realm of Sickness...