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

Upon hearing Aize's words, the Star Elves were stunned for a moment.

Then, a deafening cheer erupted from under the ancient tree.

The old star spirit who was the first to recognize the Tree of Life knelt down before it, tears welling in his eyes.

He stroked the ancient tree and murmured.

"Mother tree...do you know what we've been through all these years?"

His voice trembled, his entire soul trembled, from his fingertips to the tips of his hair, from the edges of his silhouette to the glimmer at his core.

The young star elf behind him tried to help him up, but his hand passed right through his shoulder. The two souls were startled at the same time, and then laughed simultaneously.

The smile contained joy, bitterness, and a touch of unreality.

"Let's tell the ancient tree what happened to us."

The star elf girl, carrying a thick notebook of array formations, weaved through the crowd and came to Lin Mo.

"Sir, did you bring us back? We...we don't even know your name yet."

The Star Elf children run under the ancient tree.

The Star Elf craftsmen gathered around the roots of the ancient tree, carefully observing the patterns on the bark with the faint light of their soul forms.

The Star Elf King and Queen stood side by side under the ancient tree, watching their people scattered on the grass around it, and the old women kneeling on the ground, kissing the untouchable earth.

"It seems this is the only true home for us elves... We're back."

The king spoke, his voice so soft that only the queen beside him could hear it.

The Queen did not speak, but simply extended her transparent fingers and intertwined them with the King's fingers.

A soft glow emanated from the point where their souls intersected, something they had been unable to achieve even after being imprisoned in the conduits for thousands of years.

Even if it was just a matter of souls, even if it was just a fleeting moment of overlap, they were finally able to touch each other.

The Queen gently wiped the corner of her eye with the knuckles of her other hand, then smiled slightly and mouthed four words in a way that only the King could understand.

Go home.

Yin Xue hovered beside Lin Mo's shoulder, quietly watching everything.

She didn't fly over to join the fun, nor did she use that arrogant tone to comment and cover up her emotions, nor did she cross her legs and yawn as usual, saying "It's nothing special."

She simply floated there quietly.

The tiny palms clenched and unclenched tightly, clenched and unclenched again.

Her throat bobbed up and down.

"Lin Mo".

When she spoke, her voice lacked her usual arrogance and flippancy; it was low, as if she were afraid of being overheard by a third person.

Lin Mo turned his head to look at her.

Yin Xue raised his head, something swirling in his scarlet eyes.

She sniffed hard, raised her chin, and tried to strike that signature arrogant pose, but the curve of her lips just wouldn't reach the angle she wanted.

In the end, she gave up, leaving that less-than-successful smile on her face.

"Thanks."

A simple thank you, nothing more.

Lin Mo looked down at this palm-sized demon king who always pretended to be omnipotent, and stared at him for a moment.

Then he reached out and placed his hand on the top of her head, roughly ruffling it twice until her red hair was a mess.

"You're welcome."

His tone remained calm, but a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Yin Xue shook his head forcefully to get rid of Lin Mo.

Lin Mo laughed loudly.

But when he turned around and faced the twenty-odd demigods under the ancient tree, the smile on his face vanished instantly.

It wasn't anger, nor was it murderous intent; it was just a calm that showed no emotion whatsoever.

The calmness was so profound that it sent a chill down the spines of all the demigods present.

"I've been wanting to ask this since just now..."

Lin Mo's gaze swept from Hong Yuan's face to Dracula, from Dracula to Sag, from Sag to the Stone Skin Clan demigod, and finally over the dozen or so demigods whose names he couldn't recall.

"What are you here for?"

His tone was flat, as if he were asking his neighbor what they had for dinner that night.

But when these words reached the ears of the demigods, the effect was quite different.

The white dragon elder instinctively took a step back and stepped on the red dragon elder's foot.

Elder Red Dragon didn't scold him, because he himself was also thinking of retreating.

The Stone-Skinned Clan demigod's body, which was unshakeable by anyone, was now trembling slightly.

Among the rogue demigods, some had already begun to subtly move backward.

Be ready to escape at any time.

Hong Yuan opened his mouth, as if to say something.

He has lived for hundreds of years and can remain calm and composed in any situation.

But at this moment, his lips moved several times, yet he couldn't utter a single word.

The scene from just now was still lingering in his mind.

The Star Stone was released, and a five-colored beam of light pierced the night sky, piercing the moon.

He asked himself honestly, whether his all-out attack would even leave a crater on the moon was still unknown.

Lin Mo smashed through the entire moon.

At that moment, everyone present had only one thought in mind: if you have nothing better to do, don't go out and wander around aimlessly.

Only the vampire demigod Dracula IV took a step forward.

The eyes of all the demigods present instantly focused on this vampire demigod.

Dracula's facial expression underwent a textbook-perfect transformation in an extremely short time.

From shock to calm, from calm to a smile, from a smile to a heartfelt enthusiasm.

"We...we've come to congratulate you on becoming the thirty-fourth Demon King."

Dracula's voice was calm and elegant, with the languid tone unique to vampires.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had been so frightened that he dropped his wine glass.

"Dracula IV, on behalf of the entire clan, extends his sincerest congratulations to His Majesty the Demon King."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the old orc shaman Sag, standing beside him, picked up the conversation with a speed and agility far beyond his years.

Sager had somehow regained his grip on the bone staff, and the totem patterns on the staff were no longer the dark red of those used in battle, but had been replaced by the bright yellow of those used in celebrations.

He even actually used his bone staff to draw a totem on the ground that orcs used to bless their allies.

His speed and skill were so great that one wondered if he had practiced beforehand.

"Sagg of the Orc race congratulates Your Majesty the Demon King."

Sag's tone was solemn and earnest, every word resounding, a stark contrast to his previous objective and calm tone when evaluating Lin Mo with the eyes of his ancestors.

The Stone-Skinned Demigod remained silent for three seconds. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak; he was organizing his thoughts.

But he was too tongue-tied and only managed to utter two words in the end.

"Congratulations."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rogue cultivators and demigods behind him nodded in agreement.

"No...that's right, congratulations to Lord Lin Mo on becoming the thirty-fourth Demon King!"

"I've long heard of Lord Lin Mo's illustrious reputation, and seeing him today, I can confirm his extraordinary abilities. Ha...haha."

"Yes, yes, I believe that under Lord Lin Mo's leadership, we will surely achieve common prosperity for all the people of the mainland."

……

Someone else pulled out a small flag from somewhere, with the character "林" (Lin) drawn on it.

Within seconds, more than twenty demigods switched their stance from "coming to kill the Demon King" to "coming to congratulate the Demon King".

Their synchronized movements, sincere attitude, and genuine expressions made it arguably the most united collective action in the history of the demigod realm on the continent.

However, Lin Mo remained expressionless as he looked at the group of demigods whose expressions changed faster than flipping through a book.

He simply uttered four words, and these demigods, who were used to being high and mighty, were so frightened that their legs trembled.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"