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

Lin Mo quickly learned the reason why the demigod's soul was scattered.

Hong Lü used this demigod soul to violently unite several long-divided tribes of the dragon race in just a few days.

Then today, Hong Lü finally ascended to Dragon City and obtained the Dragon God's inherited artifact.

That is the highest inheritance that no one in the Dragon Clan has been able to reach for thousands of years; only the Dragon Emperor is qualified to inherit it.

Hong Lü had endured for decades, waiting for this moment.

After obtaining the inherited artifact, the first thing he did was to shatter the wisp of demigod soul that Lin Mo had left on him.

The movements were crisp and clean, without any hesitation or slackness.

Clearly, all of this was planned.

As Lin Mo thought this, a hint of coldness crept into the smile on his lips.

That old man is really good at enduring things.

Back when he was with the Dragon Clan, he humbled himself, offering up ten golden dragons and dragon whisker roots, making himself look like a helpless victim.

Now that they've got the goods and secured their position, the first thing they do is turn on their enemies.

He didn't hate Hong Lü.

If it were him, he would also find a chance to break free even if someone held his life in their hands.

But while I understand, that doesn't mean this debt can be settled so easily.

In Lin Mo's view, this was even a good thing.

If this old man doesn't listen, he wouldn't mind replacing him with a different dragon emperor.

Thinking this, he turned to look at Ah Jin.

That's the direction the dragons are heading.

"Come with me to Dragon City."

Ajin was taken aback and opened his mouth to ask, but seeing that Lin Mo had already started walking forward, he swallowed his words.

He simply replied in a deep voice, "Your subordinate obeys."

He then transformed into a golden-armored human form and strode after him.

……

Just as Lin Mo was on his way to the Dragon Domain, a message was also transmitted from the Dragon Domain to various forces on the continent.

The new Dragon Emperor Hong Lü will hold his coronation ceremony in the Dragon Realm in three days, and invites all races to attend.

The signature bears only one mark: the mark of the Dragon God's legacy.

This mark has not appeared on the mainland for over a thousand years.

Wherever the news reached, all sorts of thoughts and feelings stirred up.

Some are cautious, for the Dragon Clan has finally had a new emperor, and the power structure of this continent will be reshuffled.

Some people are wary that Hong Lü, who has endured for decades and risen to the top in one fell swoop, is no benevolent person.

Some people are also curious about how Lin Mo, the new human emperor who just overthrew the Holy See in Holy Land Village, will react to this.

At this moment, the atmosphere within the Holy Kingdom of the Tower was more gloomy than anywhere else.

White Tower City, the capital of the royal family of the Holy Tower Kingdom.

Inside a perfectly preserved underground chamber.

Saint Zefa sat in the only chair, his royal robes rumpled and hanging on his body, the wound on his face inflicted by the aftershock of Lin Mo's black sword had just scabbed over.

He stared at the gold-embossed invitation on the table, his lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest.

At the other end of the secret room, separated by a half-draped dark red curtain, a blurry figure sat behind the curtain.

The curtain obscured his figure and face, leaving only a vague outline of a human form.

"The new emperor of the dragon race ascends the throne."

Saint Zefa picked up the invitation, his tone tinged with an indescribable bitterness.

"Even the dragons chose this moment to emerge. The whole continent is watching us make a fool of ourselves."

The pope behind the curtain did not respond to this question.

His voice came from behind the curtain, unhurried and calm, as if the great defeat of Shenglin Village, the killing of Zhiyun, and the fall of the capital were nothing more than trivial matters.

"This invitation from Hong Lü is not for you or me."

Saint Zefa's brow furrowed. He looked down at the invitation again and read it carefully.

The lettering was in gold foil, and the wording was solemn and polite, inviting the King and Pope of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower to attend the ceremony in the Dragon Realm.

Standard diplomatic language, nothing unusual.

"Isn't this...?"

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

My gaze fell upon a line of small print at the very end of the invitation:

"Furthermore, I have heard that your country's sacred treasury contains holy artifacts imbued with divine aura. Would you be willing to bring them here for a look?"

This is a test.

Though the words were polite and the writing subtle, Hong Lü's meaning was clearly conveyed.

He needs the crystallization of divine essence.

He is the new emperor, possessing the legacy of the Dragon God, but his own strength is only considered to be the strongest person below the demigod level.

He needs external help; he needs to break through the final demigod bottleneck.

And the Shenyun Crystal can help him achieve that.

Saint Zefa and the Pope behind the veil exchanged a glance.

Even though there was a veil between them, he could feel the other person's gaze meeting his.

"Divine Essence Crystal..."

Saint Zefa spoke slowly, tapping his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"He wants to use the crystal to become a demigod."

"To be precise, it is the true God."

The tone behind the curtain was unhurried.

"The final link in the Dragon God's inheritance requires the complete power of the laws, and the demigod realm is the basic threshold. Hong Lü possesses the inheritance but his realm is not high enough, so he cannot hold the position of Dragon Emperor. That's why he is in a hurry to obtain the crystal to improve his strength and advance to demigod."

Saint Zefa stood up and paced a couple of steps in the secret room.

His mind worked quickly. Right now, the Vatican was surrounded by enemies. Lin Mo's move in Holy Land Village had turned them from spiritual leaders of the entire continent into pariahs.

The light screen in mid-air is still playing videos of them experimenting on babies.

What they lack most right now is allies.

An ally who can go toe-to-toe with Lin Mo.

The dragon race has always been proud; perhaps it's worth a try?

Honglu needs crystals, and they need allies; it's a win-win situation.

Thinking this, Saint Zefa stood up, his gaze lowered.

"I'll go prepare the Shenyun crystallization right away."

……

At the same time, wherever the invitation went, the reactions from various ethnic groups were like throwing a stone into a lake.

After reading the invitation, Elf King Aize closed it and gazed thoughtfully in the direction of the Dragon Realm for a long time in silence.

Enthronement ceremony?

Lin Mo, that jinx, will probably be there too; it's likely to turn into a bloodbath.

He sighed softly and gave instructions to the attendant beside him.

"Prepare the gifts and get ready to depart."

……

The Dwarf King Tie Xin readily agreed, slapping his thigh after reading the invitation: "Go! Of course I'll go! That old scoundrel Hong Lü must have pulled some tricks to get to the throne. If Lin Mo also goes, this coronation ceremony will be quite a spectacle! Haha, just thinking about it is exciting!"

He was just watching the show, figuring the fire wouldn't affect the dwarves anyway.

As for the smaller races, their attitudes varied, but without exception, they all decided to send people.

The Dragon Clan has a new emperor, marking the greatest power shift on the continent in over a thousand years. Whether one is genuinely congratulating or secretly observing, no one can afford to be absent.

……

At this moment, two figures arrived at Young Dragon City, the outermost city of the Dragon Domain.

It was Lin Mo and A Jin.

As soon as the two landed, A-Jin frowned.

The once bustling Young Dragon City now has many dragon civilians lying on its walls.

They were either broken arms or legs, or on the verge of death.

There are dragons of all races, from white to black, but no golden dragons.

Lin Mo seemed to have anticipated this, but A Jin stood there stunned: "What...?"

At this moment, Yin Xuefei nodded to Lin Mo: "Hmm, that old bastard Hong Lü is indeed ruthless."