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

As the moon exploded, the entire continent erupted in jubilation.

Everyone is talking about this spectacle.

But the ancient trees in the Elf Forest were unusually quiet.

All the demigods lost their previous composure.

They stared intently at the man before them, whose entire body was engulfed in green flames.

At this moment, they finally realized that they might not be a match for this new demon king.

As for Lin Mo, with a slight thought, the hellfire around him dissipated.

He rubbed his eyes.

Lock onto the lunar surface from the ground.

Using his mental power to traverse the void and ensure that the trajectory of the Star Stone hit the moon with perfect accuracy, the cost far exceeded his expectations.

At this moment, his eyes were so dry that they felt like they had been sanded, and the dark purple afterimage left behind after the Thousand-Eye Cage closed remained at the edge of his vision.

The dizziness caused by excessive mental exertion throbbed in my temples.

He blinked hard to suppress the sour feeling.

Then he turned to look at Yin Xue.

Crimson blood floated on his shoulder.

Her wings flapped more slowly than usual, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.

"Phew~ I guess I got my revenge."

Yin Xue twitched the corners of her mouth and said those words in her most characteristic flippant tone.

The last syllable rose slightly, as if to add a light touch to the sentence.

But she can't.

Her gaze fell on the two corpses lying quietly at the roots of the ancient tree, the king and queen of the Star Elves.

She had lived for so long that she thought she wouldn't care about these things anymore.

She had no childhood, no hometown, and no concept of "parents".

She spent thousands of years telling herself, "I am the Demon King, a born monster, and I don't need these things."

Then he went to the moon, met the star elves who had been imprisoned for thousands of years, and learned that he was a created being.

He learned that he possessed the bloodline of the Star Elf royal family.

Then the two people who created themselves willingly went to their deaths.

Now they've gotten their revenge.

But the person died.

Just then, a hand landed on her head.

Lin Mo's hands were small, but they covered her small head, almost completely enveloping her.

Don't be so pessimistic.

Lin Mo had clearly seen through Yin Xue's thoughts.

Yin Xue brushed aside the hair that was blocking his eyes, raised his head, and stared at him through the gaps in his messy hair with his scarlet pupils.

"What do you mean?"

Her voice unconsciously rose half an octave, carrying a faint expectation that she herself was unaware of.

Lin Mo did not answer directly.

With a slight thought, the eerie light on the black sword trembled gently.

Two illusory figures slowly emerged from the sword.

First, there was a hazy mist, and then the outlines within the mist gradually became clear.

She had a slender figure, pointed ears, long silver-white hair, and a deep purple robe embroidered with star patterns.

Then came the second wisp of light, a long silver-white dress, a delicate silver crown, and a refined yet gentle face.

The Star Elf King and Queen.

It is not a corpse, nor a remnant soul, but a complete and clear soul.

Their silhouettes were slightly transparent in the moonlight, their edges gleaming with the unique dark blue soul luster of the black sword, but their features were clear, their consciousness was lucid, and their mental energy fluctuations were stable and gentle.

Yin Xue's eyes widened.

She forgot to flap her wings, and fell half an inch before she suddenly came to her senses and regained her balance.

She opened her mouth, her lips moved several times, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Finally, he abruptly turned to look at Lin Mo.

"this……"

"The moment the angels slew them, I took them into my black sword."

Lin Mo's tone remained calm, as if he were stating something completely ordinary.

Yin Xue burst into tears of joy and rushed towards Lin Mo.

However, Lin Mo pushed her away.

"Don't get so excited, this isn't over yet."

Yin Xue's eyes widened: "Could it be...?"

Lin Mo waved again.

The eerie light emanating from the black sword shone brightly for a longer period this time.

One after another, souls emerged from the sword—not two, not twenty, but hundreds and thousands.

They emerged from the dim light in a somewhat disordered line, each with a bewildered expression as if they had just woken up.

Each one has pointed ears and a slender body.

A star elf child rubbed his eyes, tugged at the hem of the adult star elf beside him, and muttered softly, "Dad, my head hurts."

An old star elf woman, leaning shakily on her cane, looked around blankly with her cloudy purple eyes.

A star elf girl was holding a thick notebook of array formations, the pages of which were still open to the last page she had studied before her spiritual power was extracted.

Their spiritual energy was drained on the lunar base, and they were imprisoned for a thousand years.

At this moment, not one was missing; they were all standing under the ancient tree in the Elf Forest.

Thousands of souls floated silently above the grass.

The faint glow of souls merged together, illuminating the once dark corner under the ancient tree as if it were daytime.

The Star Elf King and Queen stepped forward and stopped in front of Lin Mo.

The king bowed slightly, the edges of his soul body swaying gently in the night breeze, yet his posture still carried the solemnity and elegance unique to those who had long held high positions.

The Queen stood quietly beside him, her silver eyes fixed on Lin Mo, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Thank you.

The king's voice, due to his spiritual state, carried a slightly ethereal echo, yet every word was clear and solemn.

"We have been lying in the stone slab for so long that we can no longer remember what it felt like to breathe last. You not only saved our souls, but also brought all our people out."

As he spoke, he straightened up, a hint of undisguised confusion appearing in his deep purple eyes.

"But... where is this place? The scent of this forest seems somewhat familiar."

Before Lin Mo could answer, a sharp, piercing shout suddenly came from the Star Elf crowd.

"This...this is the Ancient Tree of Life!"

The one who spoke was an elderly star elf, whose soul form was older than the other star elves, with long, silvery-white hair that almost reached his ankles.

He pushed through the crowd to the front, looked up at the towering tree that blocked out the sky and the moon, and his whole soul trembled violently.

"It truly is the Ancient Tree of Life... My father was once an elder of the temple who guarded the Mother Tree. He drew a picture of the Mother Tree on a stone slab, and this is the tree I've seen since I was a child—it's exactly the same!"

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

All the star sprites turned around at the same time.

Thousands of eyes looked up at the colossal tree that blotted out the sky and the moon.

"It truly is an ancient tree of life."

"This aura... is exactly the same as described in the ancient books, with tree roots penetrating deep into the earth and tree crowns reaching the starry sky."

"So, this is the Elf Forest?"

"Am I dreaming...? Do souls dream too?"

……

The star elves chattered amongst themselves, their voices rising and falling, a mixture of incredulous exclamations, suppressed sobs, and the clear, innocent questions of children.

The Star Elf King and Queen were also stunned.

They were imprisoned on the moon for thousands of years, with only gray rock ceilings above them and gray rock floors below them. Their mental energy was drained by countless transparent pipes, and they couldn't even turn their heads to look at each other.

They thought they would never see the ancient tree again in their lifetime.

They even thought that the Star Elf race was destined to perish silently in that gray base.

Just then, a figure in dark green stepped forward.

Aize straightened his royal robes, his steps solemn yet composed.

He walked up to the Star Elf King and Queen, stopped, and bowed slightly with his hand on his left chest, using the oldest diplomatic etiquette of the Elven race.

It was not the Elf King's courtesy to outsiders, but rather the courtesy exchanged among fellow elves.

"I am the current representative of the Elven race, King Azer, and also the king of the Sun Elves."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word landed steadily in the ears of everyone present.

"Fellow countrymen, welcome home."