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

As Lin Mo finished speaking incredulously, Yin Xue waved his hand.

"How is that possible? The little guy's talent is good, but his race is too ordinary. Dark Ink Spider is one of the weaker ones among monsters. An adult spider is only level 20 or 30 at most. Even if the little guy is a born Beast King, he is still far inferior to the truly powerful monster bloodlines. Becoming a god? It's not that easy."

"Hmm, that makes sense."

Lin Mo nodded and looked down at Mianmian, who was still glowing in his palm.

The white light on the little thing grew brighter and brighter, and he poked her round belly with his index finger.

"So what's wrong with you now? Are you too full?"

"It seems it's about to evolve."

Yin Xuefei drew closer, his blood-red eyes reflecting the white light emanating from Mianmian's body, his tone tinged with anticipation.

"The Devouring King's talent completely digested and absorbed the divine power within those divine essence crystals. The energy was so immense that it directly pushed her life level up by a step. You can understand it as a leap in life level, not an upgrade, but a leap in the entire race's rank. It's just unknown what form it will evolve into."

"Above a higher level?"

Lin Mo gently placed Mianmian on the flat stone surface in the center of the secret room, squatted down, and rested his hands on his knees.

"Then what should I do?"

"Your soul is bound to hers. You don't need to do anything special. Just be aware of her presence and respond when she needs you. Evolution is a transformation at the soul level, and no one else can help you with that."

"A response?"

Lin Mo turned his head to look at Mianmian, who was curled up in a small ball on the stone.

The white light emanating from her grew stronger and stronger, even obscuring her large, dark eyes.

Even so, she still tried her best to keep her eyes open and look at Lin Mo.

She stretched out her little paws towards him, seemingly not quite understanding what was happening to her, only knowing that Lin Mo was there, which reassured her.

Lin Mo reached out and placed his palm on the fluffy little head.

He closed his eyes and sensed a lingering presence deep within his soul.

Before long, the light on Mianmian's body began to radiate, expanding suddenly like a cocoon breaking free, illuminating the entire secret room as bright as day.

A powerful energy surge emanated from the center of the light, blowing up all the rubble and dust in the secret chamber.

Even the corpses of those important church figures were blown about, some toppling over, and some of the dried-up bodies rolled off the stone platform.

In the white light, Mianmian's body began to grow larger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her eight legs stretched out, each bone elongating and making a crisp cracking sound, as if she were being reborn.

Its originally round and chubby body gradually became slender and elegant.

The fine down covering its body has disappeared, leaving behind a hard, smooth shell that gleams with a faint, silvery-white sheen.

Her eyes were still black, but there was a faint hint of gold deep within her pupils.

After a few breaths, the light gradually dimmed.

The secret chamber darkened again, but among the remaining fragments of the soul lamps on the ground, a massive, suffocating figure was reflected.

Its length of several tens of meters almost filled most of the sealed room.

Eight long, slender legs, like eight carved white jade pillars, stood firmly on the broken stone surface.

Lin Mo stood up, looked up at the enormous thing in front of him, and remained silent for two seconds.

"...It's a bit big."

Yin Xue's lips twitched as he watched.

Zhou Yue's phantom emerged from the black sword, looked up, and froze in place for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence.

"Is this... still that little guy?"

Mianmian scratched her head.

However, this action, which used to be endearing, now looks completely different when performed by a colossal figure tens of meters tall.

The moment that foreleg lifted, a gust of wind made Lin Mo's black robe flutter loudly.

Yin Xue quickly flew several meters to the side before regaining his balance.

Mianmian was also stunned for a moment. She looked down at her legs, which were longer than Lin Mo's entire body, and her eyes were filled with confusion.

Then, as if she had suddenly thought of something, she tilted her head, and her entire body transformed into a beam of white light, rapidly shrinking and condensing.

After the white light dissipated, a girl was standing in the same spot.

She looked to be about eleven or twelve years old, with a slender figure and a height that only reached Lin Mo's chest.

Her long, silvery-white hair reached her waist.

Her skin was very fair, and deep within her pupils was a very thin golden ring that, when it spun, looked like an inverted galaxy.

She was wrapped in a white cloak that appeared out of nowhere, the material light and airy, with a ring of silver fur around the edge, which contrasted sharply with Lin Mo's jet-black robe.

One was like an elf just emerging from the moonlight, the other like a demon just crawling out of the abyss.

Lin Mo looked her up and down, his expression somewhat subtle.

"...As long as it can turn back."

Yin Xuefei flew up to her and looked her up and down, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Previously, the little one could use her abilities to simulate a human form, but now she has completely transformed. It's not a disguise or an illusion; it's a true transformation. This means that her life level is at least that of a top-tier demon. Although she's not a god, this kind of aura would still rank among the top in an era where demon kings emerged."

Mianmian blinked and looked down at her newly grown fingers.

She could move all ten fingers, and she repeatedly clenched and unclenched her fists for a while before remembering her business.

She raised her head, her dark eyes, adorned with gold halos, curving into two crescent moons as she gave Lin Mo a genuine smile.

"dad."

The pronunciation of those two words is much clearer than before.

It wasn't the kind of indistinct, babbling sound you'd hear when you first start to speak; it was a clear, crisp, and distinct shout.

From the moment she was able to speak, she believed that Lin Mo was her father.

Lin Mo's lips twitched violently.

He looked at the silver-haired girl in front of him, who was already up to his chest.

Then I recalled the little spider that had been perched on my shoulder, round and furry, drooling the moment it opened its mouth.

There's really no way to connect these two images together.

Seeing Lin Mo like this, Mianmian stepped forward and took his arm.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Lin Mo rubbed his temples and remained silent for a long time before finally deciding not to dwell on the matter.

Anyway, the little one already called it when he was just learning to talk, so it's too late to correct him now.

He simply reached out and pressed down on the top of her head, ruffling her long, silvery-white hair.

"Alright, once you can turn into a human, it will be easier for you to talk. Don't just keep calling me 'Dad'."

"oh."

Mianmian felt very comfortable being massaged, and squinted her eyes as she rubbed against his palm.

Yin Xue also came over, put his hands on his hips, hovered in front of Mianmian, pointed at himself with his chin, and asked with a mischievous smile.

"Little one, he's your father, so who am I to you?"

Mianmian turned her head, her large, golden-rimmed black eyes scanning Yin Xue up and down, then she pursed her lips and turned her face away.

"You're a bad guy."