My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1605 - 460: Kneading the Corpse Planet by Hand! Gary Smith: You Shall Meet Me on the Path of Reincarnation!_2

Chapter 1605: Chapter 460: Kneading the Corpse Planet by Hand! Gary Smith: You Shall Meet Me on the Path of Reincarnation!_2

Lilith was right; too much reading can indeed strain the mind. What was she expecting exactly?

"What’s too powerful?" Gary Smith heard a mutter and turned his head to ask.

Rose of the Crimson Moon blushed and looked away, murmuring softly, "I said your plan is too powerful."

"You guessed my plan?" Gary’s expression turned peculiar since Mousie had already screamed "I smell a lie!" in his heart.

"Just a bit." Rose of the Crimson Moon guiltily turned away, unable to meet Gary’s gaze. To prevent further questioning, she quickly changed the subject: "What’s next?"

"Just wait." Gary calmly replied, looking towards the enormous Divine Tree, his thoughts unknown.

Rose of the Crimson Moon muttered an "oh," lowering her head. Naturally, she would prefer to enhance the potential of her Abyssal Crimson Sparrows, or even obtain the undying trait.

Gary didn’t want to head to the Heavenly Phoenix Nest to confront the Ecological Lord; she understood that, after all, it was too dangerous, even her original form couldn’t withstand it, likely only the Ancient Phoenix Clan could conduct the Phoenix Ritual.

Mainly... her sister had the Dead Eye Tyrant he gave, although their mother provided a bit of help. When it was her turn, she could only pick the worst, which inexplicably made Rose of the Crimson Moon feel a bit wronged.

Gary sensed her emotional change, mistakenly thinking his Gold Master was dissatisfied, and reassured, "The Ancient Phoenix Clan has been in hibernation during this period, but the creatures of the Dead Realm and the consciousness inside that Divine Tree, relying on the power of the Heavenly Phoenix Palace, have always been awake, God knows how many tactics they set up over thousands of years.

Having a strength disparity and then fighting in their home court is simply suicide."

Rose of the Crimson Moon was not whimsical. She quickly composed herself and questioned, "But the Phoenix Ritual lasts only half a month to a month, what can we do?"

"Simple, I become the Ecological Lord..." Gary paused momentarily, then said, "which is impossible, I’m still far from that level. Sure, your Pet Beasts’ high-level Phoenix blood needs seeking, but we don’t have to follow their rules, I can make new ones."

Joking, Gary the good Samaritan was very cautious, wasn’t he?

Having no guaranteed rate of success equated to courting death.

These foolish birds have the Undying Curse, but he doesn’t. If things went south, it would drag down the Main World with him.

Thus, him safely living was in itself, becoming a Savior.

Rose of the Crimson Moon was stunned, puzzled but impressed, if someone else had said this, she wouldn’t believe it.

But standing right before her, was the Great Domain Yellow Fur, Mysterious Realm War God, Solar Relic Destroyer, Great General of the Borderland, Multiracial Destroyer...

He was a walking legend, forever trustworthy!

Looking at this spirited man, Rose of the Crimson Moon was somewhat dazed.

Suddenly, the Ancient Phoenix Clan Leader, who had been idle beside them, looked up slowly and said, "It has arrived."

"What has arrived?"

Rose of the Crimson Moon was confused briefly but then felt intense Spirit Energy Fluctuation coming from behind. She turned around, and the sight made her pupils constrict as she murmured:

"This is..."

As mentioned before, the entire Heavenly Phoenix Nest, divided by the light of the Central Tree into white and dark zones, isolates all dangerous areas.

Rebirth Land is under the embrace of white light; the path to the Heavenly Phoenix Nest, however, is pitch black.

The road to life from death is always accompanied by darkness.

At this moment, from the inky shadows emerged twisted, deeper Dark Figures, writhing incessantly, then stepping out.

It was an ancient tree as dark as ink, its branches laden, brimming with countless Phoenix-like bird heads wrapped in dark ink-like death.

Some had already shattered skulls; others had bulging eyes, suffocated to death, and some were missing beaks, leaving only dark abyssal giant mouths...

Displaying a hundred forms of death.

"Scream! Scream! Scream!"

They constantly opened and closed their beaks, the once melodious chirps piling up into a spine-chilling cacophony.

Underneath, numerous legs, resembling those plucked from Phoenix Beasts, densely covered the ground, stomping upon the Great Earth with a trembling stride.

Wherever it passed, the ground decayed, igniting the devouring emerald flames, leading the Mud towards death.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Beneath it, tens of thousands of saplings adorned with bird legs and beaks emerged; branches shaped like Wings unfurled, fluttering in the air, swarming the sky.

Roaring as they charged!

Of course, to mortals, they were giant monsters towering dozens of meters high.

Like the Legion of Hell descending!

"Dead Realm Creature—The Black Fusang Tree King!"

Phoenix Cloud’s complexion turned grave, worried Gary and others might not understand, explained:

"The Heavenly Phoenix likes resting atop the Fusang Tree Kings that can absorb the Sun Power; over time, depending on their inherent Ecological radiation, a large number of Phoenix-blooded Fusang tree spirits emerged, belonging to Phoenix Beasts, can pacify the soul, maintaining stability.

Therefore, Phoenix Clans often perch on them, and they too can draw from the Phoenix Spiritual Power, mutually benefiting, achieving symbiosis.

However, after the anomaly at the Heavenly Phoenix Nest, they often go mad and fight, enduring countless deaths, from them emerged these Dead Realm Creatures and Slave Beasts, occupying the Black Fusang Forest."

Phoenix Cloud murmured: "Weren’t they just defending near the Heavenly Phoenix Palace?"

Logically, only places with frequent death attract them. Rebirth Land hasn’t started slaughtering yet, had it?

"We, as the living, by stepping into the realm of the undead, were as conspicuous as tossing a dead rat into a lake," Gary explained.