My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 330 - 138: Threefold Reversed Corpse Angel (Seeking Monthly Ticket)_4

Chapter 330: Chapter 138: Threefold Reversed Corpse Angel (Seeking Monthly Ticket)_4

This worry quickly vanished.

The Ruins Gundam, under the control of Little Spider, turned the massive sword into a broom, sweeping all the mirror shards together like rubbish and then weaving a light-proof cover out of spider silk to cover them.

Solving the problem physically.

The Sun Wheel Golden Goat also shone brightly in the cave again, restoring the light.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief as they watched Little Spider maneuver the Gundam to the front of the cold fog and split it open with a single sword strike.

The last obstacle before the Divine Temple, the ruins within the inner ring, reveal itself. However, the sight that met their eyes caused everyone’s pupils to shake slightly.

"This is..."

Gary Smith also squinted his eyes, feeling a sense of pressure.

Lillian Ash murmured:

"Are we sure this is the sacrifice? Or is it a fragment from Netherworld?"

Before them were not ruins, but an expanse of skeletons like mountains, bones like forests, unknown lifeforms’ flesh rotted into dust, covering the ground, resembling a vast bone plain, emitting a suffocating silence.

Looking at it, it felt like stepping into a corner of the ancient Netherworld symbolizing death.

What is the sacrifice this time?

"This is not exactly the Netherworld..."

A voice suddenly rang out, coming from the Mediterranean codger, one of the three archaeologists, who had a good understanding of Corpse Text, spoke in a heavy voice:

"This is the Netherworld Ecology!"

"Netherworld?"

Everyone was stunned. Even those who didn’t understand knew that the characteristic of the Netherworld Eco-Mysteryland was the ability to corrode all life with the Yellow Springs water.

Without water, shouldn’t it be the ecology of other Netherworlds?

"Look at that fog!"

Someone suddenly shouted. Everyone looked up and found that the cold fog that had been split apart didn’t disappear but gradually sank, liquefied, and turned into a river of dusk color.

Despite its unparalleled clarity, it remarkably gave off a feeling of utmost filth, emitting a decayed fragrance.

It flowed slowly as if it had been flowing through ancient times. The spirit energy of the Yellow Springs spread out, enshrouding the temple like a snake encircling its tail, severing the world and blocking all things.

Once a living creature stepped into it, it would instantly swallow its vitality and turn into bones.

The cold fog turned out to be another form of manifestation of the Yellow Springs!

The power of Yellow Springs spread and began to erode everything. The original bones quickly melted and turned into the water of the undead, gradually revealing an ecology that transcended the mortal world and was different from the rest.

Everyone admired this, worthy of being a veteran archaeologist. His experience was indeed rich, as he identified the Yellow Springs ecology with a glance from the many ecologies of the Netherworld.

If it were an ordinary person, they might have approached already and most likely would be taking a bath in Yellow Springs now.

However, the Mediterranean codger’s face didn’t show a hint of pride, but rather a more and more shocked expression, he muttered:

"This can’t be... it shouldn’t be that..."

Such abnormal behavior puzzled everyone, but they didn’t dare to ask for fear of being reprimanded by this old man.

Hence, it was Gary Smith who asked:

"Is there a problem here?"

"Wait a moment, I need to confirm something..."

The Mediterranean codger was about to flare up, but when he saw Gary Smith, he chuckled wryly. His gaze sought the pile of bones on the edge of Yellow Springs and soon landed on a bone tablet.

It was inscribed with a large number of Corpse Texts, but over the long years, they had nearly all eroded away, leaving only a few scattered characters.

"Imprison... hidden in the cage of bones... in charge of fate... wheel..."

The Mediterranean codger could barely make out a few of the characters, then heaved a deep sigh and spoke to everyone with a serious expression:

"I have understood now. The Puppet Hell represents the hundred forms of mortal death, the Mirror Mountain Hell represents the reflection of life and death, and the light is the boundary between the dead and the living.

The light is a symbol of life, nurturing all things. Without light, there is darkness, the time for the dead to sleep, corresponding to the form of Mirror Mountain sleeping in the dark.

As for the last Yellow Springs, even though its full ecology hasn’t been revealed yet, it can be confirmed that it’s a burial place for all things. To sum it all up, it corresponds to the legendary ceremony named "Threefold Reversed Corpse Angel". It also requires a sacrifice to commence, but its purpose is not to conduct a ceremony, but to suppress and obliterate something..."

Gary Smith: Be alert!!

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