My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1566 - 449th Medal: Iconic Scenes - Dao Granny Chasing The Moon! The Truth of Illness Transformation! The Unifier of All Things_2

Chapter 1566: 449th Medal: Iconic Scenes - Dao Granny Chasing The Moon! The Truth of Illness Transformation! The Unifier of All Things_2

"The Moon Crow and the Divine Lunar Chariot!" The Empress, after a series of shocks, could no longer describe her feelings.

The Moon Crow is the offspring bred by the Lunar Lord, akin to the Golden Crow, both Divine Children, wielding the grace of the Moon.

There are nine in total, possessing the ultimate power of Yin. Should several appear at once, they would disrupt the balance of Yin and Yang in the Realm of Sickness, triggering a catastrophe that could destroy the world.

Because of their destructive power, after the incident with the Golden Crow, they have been locked on the Dark Side of the Moon, rarely seen.

As for the Divine Lunar Chariot, it even has the power to pull the Eternal Moon, symbolizing the authority of the Lunar Lord.

Even during Alicia Carr’s peak period, she scarcely saw it, and the chances became even slimmer after her downfall.

Unexpectedly today, it was summoned by a piece of music composed by Gary Smith.

Could this guy be the Lunar Lord reincarnated?

Or a chess piece laid by an Ancient Celestial Venerable?

"Squawk!"

The Moon Crow looked towards Gary Smith, and a horrifying oppressive force swept in, causing Little Spider, Mousie, and the others to brace themselves as if facing a great enemy.

"Don’t worry!"

Gary Smith spoke to reassure, then tossed over the remaining half bottle of Golden Laurel Wine he held in his hand.

The Moon Crow caught it in one gulp, raised its head, guzzled it down, and then causally tossed the Jade bottle onto the ground.

It nodded with satisfaction, conveying a message to Gary Smith.

Four people are allowed to travel to the far side of the moon.

Gary Smith promptly collected all his Pet Beasts into the Beast Master Space, counting as one person, and in a moment of reflection, he reached out to grab the soul-shaken Li Quan, keeping him close by.

Since Daoist Elder values him so much, perhaps he might come in handy, besides, he’s the only guy from this world he knows.

As for the remaining spots, Gary Smith didn’t need them, and conveniently gave them to the Empress, doing her a favor.

"Aren’t you letting go yet?" The Empress glanced at him with profound meaning in her gaze.

Gary Smith turned a deaf ear, after all, they were about to head to the Moon, which was her territory; he needed to prevent this woman from turning tail and leaving.

Shameless, but better than being lifeless!

"Hmph!"

The Empress snorted coldly but didn’t take issue. However, his choices were somewhat unexpected. He didn’t bring anyone from the Wu Family, not even sparing a glance at Princess Taiping, instead choosing...

Myla Saya!

"Your Majesty!"

She was overwhelmed with emotion, eyes brimming with tears, like a small animal that had found its home.

Gary Smith observed this scene, lost in thought.

Flap flap flap!

Accompanied by a soft cry, the Moon Crow spread its wings and flew, dragging the Divine Lunar Chariot towards the Eternal Moon in the sky.

Within the boundaries of the Great Tang, countless people witnessed this lunar ascent, their expressions filled with awe, exclaiming Alicia Carr’s name.

"Am I seeing things?"

Among them, Great Cultivators like Kenny Ash, with their powerful bodies, naturally saw more clearly; the image of Son of Heavenly Principle holding the Empress nearly popped their eyeballs out.

They initially thought it was a struggle over the Way, with the Son of Heavenly Principle representing the sect, opposing the Empress’ ascension, and suppressing the dynasty.

But they did not expect...

It was, in fact, a vulgar affair of love.

Their minds immediately filled with all sorts of melodramatic stories, feeling pity...

The late emperor had a grassland on his head; that wild horse was about to return to the Moon!

Boom!

As they marveled, the entire world began to shake violently, and above the Heavenly Dome countless cracks emerged.

The next second, they shattered with a boom.

The world was crushed!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Black fierce winds roared in, sweeping over the world, erasing every inch of the Great Earth. Countless living beings pleaded in vain as they instantaneously turned to ash.

Before the myriad spirits could even succumb to despair, they were covered by the shadow of death.

Li Quan watched this scene in dumbfounded shock, his expression astounded. The Way of Heaven he studied, the logic and laws of Nature paled in significance before the might of the Heavenly Venerate.

As the world shattered, Gary Smith also saw the view beyond the Realm of Sickness,

"This is..."

What met his gaze was a grand, murky River of History, flowing with endless black historical dust, as if oozing pus and blood from a rotting corpse.

Countless Sickness Domains, the Realms of Sickness rooted in the river of history, presented chaotic, twisted forms.

They resembled clots formed after blood vessels clogged, nearly choking the River of History’s Main River Channel, with only trickles of water continuing downstream.

The various creatures of the Sickness Realm within, transcending the category of demons, twisted and bizarre, though only fleeting, stirred something in his soul.

It wasn’t their great power that did so, but the power of truth he felt.

But unlike taboo truths, these powers...

It seemed they could plunder each other and accumulate, forming deeper layers of sickness, yet walking a peculiar right path.

It appeared that a vast amount of ancient High-dimensional Power was interwoven, forming a special kind of "pathology."

"Sickness that is correct is still correct?"

Gary Smith pondered, finally understanding the initial stage mentioned by Seth Lim.

If the world he had just entered was only in the early stages of a terminal illness, then these domains were deeply sick, presenting various complications.

And what he witnessed was just a small segment of the River of History, implying more than he could imagine; how chaotic was the history of the Realm of Sickness?

Where was the core of the Sickness Realm?

The ailments of the Ancient Celestial Venerables, did they bring them upon themselves, or did they lose control?

While he was pondering, the Empress’s voice came from behind: "Daoist Elder, it’s time to flip the table!"

Dealing with the schemes of a Heavenly Venerate, the most difficult aspect was not to counter move by move, or to have the ability to plan beyond causality, or even the wisdom that surpasses mortals.

But that after all your struggles and victory, they would directly come down and teach you a lesson with a punch outside of the ring.