My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1662 - 476: Ancestral Toad’s Fear! Is the Taboo Truth Identity Going to be Exposed? Facing Demigod_3

Chapter 1662: Chapter 476: Ancestral Toad’s Fear! Is the Taboo Truth Identity Going to be Exposed? Facing Demigod_3

I’m the true Master of the Gate, okay!

Primarily because Gary Smith doesn’t trust the Ancestral Toad either. Despite its laziness, it’s quite scheming.

If I were to enter and come face-to-face with the Ancestral Toad, it wouldn’t miss the opportunity to devour food presented at its doorstep, no matter how lazy it is.

So, he decided to force his way through the Gate of Extremes and took control of the Toad’s Gate.

"...grumble...croak..."

The Dark Giant Toad seemed to feel its authority being seized. By rights, it should resist, but...

It was a bit too lazy to move...

It saved me the trouble of opening the gate... nice...

Thus, Gary Smith smoothly obtained the authority to open the Toad’s Gate.

Then, he chose to open a fist-sized portal, threw a stone inside, but there was no response for a long time.

So, he sent out the Mouse Incarnation squad, and arranged a lot of consolation money (Potato Chips).

But the Mouse Incarnations didn’t take it.

One of the Mousies spoke up: "Cultivator, we are ready to give up our lives, what use do we have for Potato Chips? Better to hug us."

"Yeah, yeah!"

"We want hugs from the Cultivator!"

"..."

The Mouse Incarnations got excited, Gary Smith smiled and fulfilled their wish, making Lara Smith on his shoulder extremely jealous.

This little guy is always so jealous!

However, Gary thought about the recent hard work of the Mouse Incarnations, and felt they shouldn’t always be sacrificed. He decided not to send them out, only deploying the Slave Beast Legion to scout.

But the satisfied Mouse Incarnations refused his command, stating:

"The moment to test us has come, for the Cultivator, sisters charge!"

The Mouse Incarnations, without waiting for Gary’s permission, rushed successively into the Seventh Plane, exploring along with various Slave Beast Legions.

If they can’t ensure a full success for the Cultivator, do they think they are like a certain useless original self, just freeloading?

When it comes to performance, they are the professionals.

After an hour of scouting, the Mouse Incarnations returned, indicating they didn’t encounter the Great Existence nor saw any so-called inheritance.

Just roaming around a certain area.

It seems there was nothing else there, or perhaps a specific condition is needed.

Unexpectedly, it’s probably the Great Toad Qi... or rather,

The inheritor of the Breath of Heaven!

The Mouse Incarnations suggested, let them simulate the state of Heavenly Breathing to receive the inheritance, to ensure absolute safety.

Gary Smith agreed, but unfortunately...

It failed!

The Mouse Incarnations couldn’t approach the core area.

Not only is Heavenly Breathing not easy to practice, but it also attempts to accommodate the power of the Ancestral Toad and the Pure White God, either requiring immense talent or a specific Status Level.

And for such a lazy deity, to go through the trouble of setting up the Concealed Martial World and treasures, it indicates a deeper plan is in place.

It’s worth trying to eat the sugar-coating and fire back the cannonball.

Moreover, Gary Smith still holds the authority of the portal, able to withdraw at any moment in case of danger, and then run back to the Netherworld.

"Having come all this way, I can’t return empty-handed."

Gary Smith made a decisive decision, directly opened the portal with the Toad’s Key. The Dark Giant Toad opened its vast mouth and immediately erupted with suction, swallowing him.

Accompanied by the change in space, Gary Smith arrived at a damp world dark as if devoid of daylight.

The air was filled with a moisture concentration that could drown ordinary life... oh right, or possibly explode from the overwhelming Spirit energy.

This dimension was so dark that even with Gary’s physique, it felt like groping in the dark, where even sight could be devoured.

"It’s so dark here, Cultivator." Mousie clung to Gary Smith, cowardly shrinking its head.

Although it could feel the Power of Shadows growing drastically around, it still detested this dark environment.

"There always seems to be something strange crawling out."

Despite the Mouse Incarnations having the same memories as him, how could they be indifferent to this darkness?

The Paper Knight reached out to condense radiance and illuminate the area.

The surroundings were exceedingly empty, no boundaries in sight, and even the ground itself was writhing darkness.

Just as it was about to expand the light’s range, the beams developed holes, as if invisible giant mouths were swallowing them.

"What is happening!?" The Paper Knight frowned, attempting to shine brighter, but no matter how much spirit energy was poured in, it vanished like mud into the sea.

There was even an imperceptible malice felt, as if countless eyes were glaring hungrily at it.

But from where?

Gary Smith raised an eyebrow, tried to use Heavenly Breathing, and then he discovered...

Surroundings... The sky... The earth... every corner...

Through the air currents, he could sense trails of Dark Figures, densely packed and omnipresent.

They were surrounded!

And only by using the rhythm of Heavenly Breathing could one detect them, which is why even the Mouse Incarnations were deceived.

"Run!"

Gary Smith’s first instinct was to open the Toad’s Portal and retreat.

But he held back, as the portals were not malfunctioning, and he realized that these invisible entities did not launch an attack, but rather, with his breathing, constantly conveyed a yearning emotion.

As if they were welcoming his arrival!

"A contingency left by the Ancestral Toad? Affiliates?"

Gary pondered, continued the Heavenly Breathing, and found that these shapeless Dark Figures began absorbing the concept of darkness, brightening the world significantly.

While still pitch-black, it was at least visible to the naked eye now.

As one cycle of Heavenly Breathing ended, these shapeless entities had all drawn close.

Some of the powerful individuals, vast as great domains themselves, converged towards him and then moved Gary and his Pet Beasts.

In this dimension, whether the flow of time slowed or time simply did not exist, Gary did not know how long it had been, nor if it was fast or slow.

When these shapeless Dark Figures eventually stopped, they had come before a mysterious, majestic Divine Temple.

It wasn’t as dark, damp, and covered with all sorts of strange growths as he imagined, but exceptionally clean—its pillars and ground engraved with simple yet beautiful toad patterns.

The Divine Temple was vast, each step rivaling a mountain, its mysterious jade carved doors tightly closed.

Before it, Gary felt like a speck of dust.

Upon arriving here, these formless entities no longer escorted him, exhibiting a human-like fear.

Before Gary could explore his surroundings, he suddenly felt the surrounding air currents accelerate, accompanied by a ’crack crack’ sound as the temple’s doors suddenly opened, revealing a huge Shadow inside.

A figure as massive as a domain, its body covered with peaks, seemingly carrying the earth, a Golden Toad sat within the temple, squinting its eyes, falling into a state of Divine Slothfulness, emitting a suffocatingly fearful aura.

It was a,

Demigod, comparable to the complete state of an Immortal Heavenly Phoenix!

Before Gary had time to react, he saw the creature’s half-asleep eyes slightly open, a mere movement causing a storm that swept the world, endless hurricanes roaring across the land.

Gary frowned, wanting to shield the invisible Dark Figures in front of him, but discovered they had already fled far away.

As he contemplated whether to retreat, he felt an immense will descending as if just awakened from sleep, with a lazy voice resonating:

"You... are the one Mother... spoke of... oh... a Trialist..."

"I’ve waited... so long... don’t even know how long I’ve slept... let me see... what kind of... substance you are... too weak... cannot accept... the inheritance..."

As he spoke, the originally lazy voice suddenly went quiet for a moment, then became sharp:

"Why... can’t I see... even Mother’s Divine Temple is trembling... it tells me... fallacies... death... chaos..."

By this time, the voice had grown more shocked, uneasy, and... fearful.

"You..."

"Who exactly are you!?"