My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1640 - 469: The Shock of the Nether Gods! Gary Smith Enters the Abyss! The Opportunity to Advance the Divine Tree!_3

Chapter 1640: Chapter 469: The Shock of the Nether Gods! Gary Smith Enters the Abyss! The Opportunity to Advance the Divine Tree!_3

The most crucial thing is that the Netherworld God is now helping him lay out preparations in the Netherworld in advance, getting ready for Eggy’s promotion.

Instead of wasting top combat power, it’s better to keep it as a bottom card. Even if The World becomes unbearable to live in one day, one can still hide out in their daughter’s home for a while.

In fact, Gary Smith could take a shortcut through Serena Martin’s historical summoning, but what about Rose of the Crimson Moon?

After all, the things she carries are not simple; they are likely to cause a backlash from the River of History, and explaining them is also a problem.

"I wonder if the Door of Extreme Poverty can be opened to The World," Gary Smith pondered.

At this moment, Rose of the Crimson Moon had already caught Mousie, gripping it in her hand. As she watched Gary Smith’s troubled expression and debated for a moment, she gritted her teeth and said,

"Well... since we can’t cross the Mother River directly, we could take a detour through other worlds."

"What do you mean?"

"My... family has a path in the Abyss that leads directly to The World," Rose of the Crimson Moon said with a feigned composure.

"..."

Hearing this, Gary Smith took a long look at her, making Rose of the Crimson Moon feel very uneasy. She thought she had said something wrong and was about to make up an excuse, but then she heard him say:

"Excellent, when it comes down to it, clinging to a Richwoman’s generous leg is still the way to go!"

Fantastic, he hadn’t overthought it!

Rose of the Crimson Moon breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a bit guilty for deceiving Gary Smith. Surely, she would have to make it up to him in the future.

Falling in love... ought to be about honesty!

Yet, she failed to notice Mousie in the shadows, curling its lip as it scorned the exaggerated acting of the Cultivator, capable of deceiving only such a simple-minded woman.

Mousie, being clever and astute, would never fall for it.

However, Cultivator had mentioned before about taking time to go to the Abyss, seeking descendants of the Abyssal Ghost Royal Tree and inheritance of the Ancestral Toad.

This trip would now be conveniently on the way.

Its Abyssal Eroding King Tree finally had the chance to transform into an Emperor Tree!

Although a method had been found, Gary Smith was not in a hurry to leave. After all, it was not easy to come to the Netherworld, and he certainly wanted to take some local specialties with him.

Thus, he sent out a multitude of Slave Beasts to sweep through the eco-mysteryland near the Doomsday Tomb Realm.

However, due to the loud noise of the Netherworld God’s promotion, nearby Undead Companion Beasts were either dead, fled, or had surrendered.

What remained were just a bunch of low-intelligence fodder.

Luckily, Gary Smith wasn’t picky, wanting to just clear the Surroundings of his child’s home, he still accumulated thirty thousand units of Soul Consumption.

There were other Undead clans in other places, but the Netherworld was vast, and even jumping through the Void, the round trip took a long time.

Moreover, the other Nether Gods were watching him, so there was no need to make a big fuss.

He had to settle for a second choice, taking some nether soil back, not to sell for Money because he had used the Eye of Truth to see that this was just ordinary soil imbued with the Spiritual Power of the Netherworld.

It does have benefits for Undead Lifeforms, but that’s at least if you spread it out, talking hundreds of tons as a starting point. Taking just a little back wouldn’t mean much, nor would it fetch a good price.

The nether soil sold by the Netherworld Church previously referred to soil born from high-dimensional radiation in the ecology of the Nether Soil Divine Country and could be used as growth Material for the Undead Series.

Going to dig soil in the Divine Lands of hostile Deities was purely seeking death.

Gary Smith looked regretful, eventually deciding to move several million tons of soil, some Nether Bone Grass, Corpse Flowers, Rift Soul Stones, etc., to fill up the Giant Pit created by his Pet Beasts’ Feather Continent. He aimed to create a low-end version of the Netherworld ecological environment to facilitate the survival of the Undead Slave Beasts.

"Let’s make do with this for now."

Staring at the Giant Pit he had made, Gary Smith sighed, then turned his gaze to the Doomsday Tomb Realm.

These tombstones... look quite valuable too, as they are part of Divine Land, can transform the path of life and death, and are definitely High-Level Materials.

In the end, Gary Smith still suppressed his greed, after all, as a parent taking from his child’s things was indeed too shameful. He had to have some pride.

Moreover, the Nether Gods have just started here. Wait until they have developed for some time, the quality of Divine Land improves, then come to check on the Child, taking away some "defective products".

’I really am a good father!’

Gary Smith secretly praised himself and turned his head towards the always-silent Nether Gods, smiling as he said:

"Melvin Smith, take us to the Abyss!"

The consciousness of the Main World is extremely exclusive, and deities or True Kings must rely on the faith of the creatures within as an anchor to provide coordinates, or someone to build a portal, for them to descend.

However, the Netherworld is different; it is naturally the resting place of souls and thus won’t resist foreign lifeforms.

And the Abyss is an evil entity that devours the Realms, wandering everywhere in search of Worlds.

You don’t even need to look for it, just summon it and it will respond, actively providing a passage.

Thus...

The Nether God spread one hand, and the dark Netherworld Gate slowly revolved.

Due to the verdict of Truth, His Rank grasped the Netherworld Gate.

Boom!

At this moment, immense divine majesty surged heavenward, shaking the World, with countless Undead creatures prostrating.

The other Nether Gods cast their gazes, curious about what this newly born supreme being was doing?

Or had the Taboo Existence behind them taken action again?

However, what they saw was Him opening the Netherworld Gate, linking it to the Abyss.

Just as the Gods of the Netherworld were puzzled, Gary Smith and others floated in midair, enshrouded by the power of the Crimson Kingdom, shielding them from the probing of The Gods, and then they transformed into streaks of light approaching the Netherworld Gate.

However, the moment they left the Netherworld, Gary Smith felt a gaze, like a thorn in his back.

He turned his head instinctively, looking towards the youth seated upon the Skeleton Throne.

A visage handsome, a figure small and lean, sitting still, like a young King ascending the throne.

Yet beneath him spread boundless shadows, converging behind him reflecting a ghastly deity, abnormal and unspeakable, that would drive a Mortal mad with just one glance.

Emperor of Hidden Corpses!

He watched Gary Smith quietly, his gaze calm and profound, like a black hole devouring everything.

Although he had lost the Black Night Power, he had reclaimed his own glory, becoming a Great Existence, silently observing the crimson light that was once his Black Night Power.

Gary Smith did not feel guilty; instead, he waved his hand, opened his mouth without a sound, yet the message was conveyed.

Next time come to find Him to upgrade the everlasting Corpse Eating Ghost’s Boots.

Having just said that, he was thrown by the Nether God into the Abyss, disappearing in a flash, and the Netherworld Gate also closed with him.

The indifferent face of the Emperor of Hidden Corpses turned up slightly at the corners, behind him the bodies of The Gods churned, boundless rules of Death roiling, closing off the Night Township.

During this process, a huge fissure was revealed upon his body, the wound seemed fresh, countless energies of rules turned into fleshy buds writhing, interweaving, yet unable to mend it.

But soon it was covered by bones, returning to silence.

The rest of the Nether Gods returned to their own Divine Lands as well, most of the time they are homebodies, seldom caring about outside matters.

The Nether God lightly caressed the Netherworld Gate in his hand, uttering a sigh only he could hear: "Carrying my envy... accompany Father..."

The words fell, and the Doomsday Tomb Realm closed.

The Netherworld once again returned to eternal peace and