My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo continued climbing.

step.

Two steps.

Ten steps.

One hundred steps.

……

The higher you climb, the greater the pressure overhead.

Gradually, he also began to feel the strain.

He had lost count of how long he had walked.

My legs were already numb, my breathing was already heavy, and the resentment above my head was still churning wildly.

Those sounds still echo in my ears...

Why did you kill me?!

"Don't you feel any remorse?!"

"I don't even know you!"

……

But he didn't stop.

He can't stop.

He knew that once he stopped, those resentments would take advantage of the situation.

Once he stopped, he could never get up again.

So he had to leave.

Step by step.

The mountaintop is getting closer and closer.

Lin Mo's breathing became heavy.

He wasn't tired; his body could still hold up.

It was those resentments, those dark mists that blotted out the sky, that were using their last strength to tear at his consciousness.

They screamed and cursed, trying to burrow into his mind, to make him stop, to make him break down, to make him kneel on this last stretch of road.

He didn't stop.

step.

Another step.

The rocks beneath his feet trembled, the surrounding mist churned, and the black fog overhead seemed to press down and engulf him entirely.

But his back remained straight and his steps remained steady.

Nearly.

closer.

He could see the edge of the mountaintop.

……

Halfway up the mountain.

Everyone stopped.

They looked up at the figure approaching the summit.

Goode knelt on the ground, his legs completely powerless.

His lips were trembling, his eyes were filled with resentment and madness, but he could no longer take a step.

"He...he's really going up..."

A young warrior murmured, his face showing an expression as if he were dreaming.

"That madman... he can actually get up there..."

Someone started counting his remaining steps.

"Twenty-seven steps to go."

"Fifteen steps."

"Ten steps..."

With each count, everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Those resentments, those overwhelming black fogs, are churning wildly.

They seemed to know that this human was about to escape their control, and were using their last strength to stop him.

But they couldn't stop them.

Goode's eyes widened, and his lips opened, but no sound came out.

"Two steps."

"step……"

……

Lin Mo lifted his foot.

Standing atop the mountain.

In that instant... a beam of light exploded from beneath his feet!

The light spread in all directions like a tide.

It instantly illuminated the entire Silent Mountain Range.

It illuminated the crowd of people standing motionless halfway up the mountain.

It illuminated the distant great tombs and the endless wilderness.

The entire secret realm was illuminated by this light!

Halfway up the mountain, everyone squinted at the same time.

"That is..."

Goode's voice trembled.

"Twilight Stone!"

"It's the scent of the Twilight Stone!"

Someone screamed.

"The Twilight Stone really exists! It really does!"

"He found it! He really found it!"

……

Those who were just moments ago filled with despair, resentment, and anger now stared wide-eyed at the blinding light emanating from the mountaintop.

Their expressions were incredibly complex, a mixture of shock, envy, jealousy, and a hint of something else... awe.

Goode knelt there, looking at the light on the mountaintop, feeling as if all his strength had been drained away.

He had been preparing for four years.

He prayed for four years.

He climbed up with all his might, until his legs were almost broken.

The results of it?

The person was expressionless, walked with firm steps, and then—stepped onto the mountaintop.

I obtained the Twilight Stone.

Goode's lips moved, and he let out a bitter laugh.

"Why should I...?"

He murmured, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Why him...?"

No one answered him.

Because everyone was looking at the mountaintop, at that beam of light.

……

mountain top.

Lin Mo steadied himself.

The feeling of being grounded made him momentarily disoriented.

He looked down at his legs.

It's still shaking, but at least I don't have to take any more steps.

Yin Xue emerged from his collar and let out a long breath.

"call……"

Lin Mo turned his head and looked at her.

Are you very tired?

Yin Xue nodded, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a serious tone:

"That's right, I cursed the whole way, my voice is almost hoarse."

Lin Mo remained silent.

It turns out they were just tired of yelling.

He withdrew his gaze, raised his head, and looked ahead.

The mountaintop is a vast flat area.

The ground was made of grayish-white rock, so smooth it looked as if it had been sculpted by something.

There was no fog, no resentment, only a faint, reassuring light enveloping everything.

In the very center of the flat ground, a stone is suspended.

It is pale yellow, about the size of a fist, and emits a soft light.

It floated quietly in mid-air, slowly rotating, like a heart that had been asleep for thousands of years.

Yin Xue's eyes lit up instantly.

"Well……"

She took flight, circled the rock twice, and the fatigue on her little face vanished, replaced by boundless excitement.

"In my discerning eye, this twilight stone is of superior quality! You've struck gold, kid!"

She put her hands on her hips and said smugly.

Lin Mo did not speak.

His gaze didn't even fall on the Dusk Stone.

Instead, he turned his head and looked to the other side.

There is a small mound of earth there.

A knife was stuck in the mound of earth.

The knife was dull and lifeless, covered in rust and dust, and remained stuck there motionless.

If you don't look closely, you might almost think it's just a dead branch.

Lin Mo walked over.

He stood in front of the mound of earth, looking down at the knife.

The blade is long and slightly curved, the kind of arc suitable for chopping.

The handle of the knife was wrapped with rotten strips of cloth, and the patterns carved underneath could be vaguely seen.

The blade was covered with nicks and cracks, as if it had been through countless battles.

It has been stuck here for eighty years.

Yin Xue noticed Lin Mo's unusual behavior and flew over.

"What's wrong? The Twilight Stone is over there, why did you run over here—"

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Those blood-red eyes were wide open, and the expression on her little face was incredibly interesting.

"This is……"

She flew closer, circled the knife once, and then circled it again.

Then she turned to look at Lin Mo, her voice filled with disbelief:

"Zhou Yue's knife?"

Lin Mo nodded.

He reached out and grasped the hilt of the knife.

He was stunned for a moment when he got his hands on it.

No response.

The hilt was cold and rough, and the cloth strips wrapped around it were so rotten that they would crumble at the slightest touch.

He had expected some kind of premonition...

After all, it was Zhou Yue's blade, the legendary Holy Armor of Light, a divine weapon that had slain countless demons.

But there was nothing there.

It's like holding an ordinary, rusty, eighty-year-old broken knife.

He exerted force.

The blade was slowly pulled out of the mound of earth, bringing with it a patch of black soil and gravel.

The ash and rust covering the blade peeled off piece by piece as it was pulled out, falling to the ground with a soft, crunching sound.

The gray stone fell away, revealing the blade underneath.

The blade was long and slightly curved, with a cold, sharp light gleaming from the edge.

Although there are still several cracks and gaps, the sharp texture makes it clear at a glance that it can easily cut through flesh and bone.

Yin Xue flew over, hovered beside the knife, and examined it carefully.

"What a pity."

She smacked her lips, a hint of regret showing on her face.

"You can't unleash the full potential of this knife right now; to you, it's just a sharper weapon."

Lin Mo knew that Yin Xue was right.

The Holy Armor of Light is bound to the soul of the hero, and only the original owner can unleash its true power.

Zhou Yue's knife is only the divine weapon to slay the demon king in Zhou Yue's hands.

In his hands, it was just a slightly sharp knife.

However, sharpness is enough.

He raised the knife and looked up at the sky.

The blade reflected a cool light under the pale golden glow.

"We need to find a way to get this knife into Zhou Yue's hands."

he murmured.

Yin Xuefei flew back to his shoulder and nodded.

"Well, before that, let's fuse the Twilight Stone first."