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

As Liu Yishou finished speaking, a faint sound of flowing water came from the light screen.

Lin Feng was the first to hear it, and he immediately threw the vegetables in his hand on the ground and quickly picked up the water glass.

"My son has brought medicine again!"

He said with a surprised voice.

This medicine has become the only connection the couple has with their son.

Each time the medicine arrived, it meant that my son was still safe and sound.

The value of this signal to them far outweighed the therapeutic effect of the medicine.

Zhou Xiaomei took the water glass and watched the liquid inside slowly rise, which made her feel much better.

But she soon noticed something different from before.

The medicine that was delivered this time was not completely transparent, but had a faint emerald green hue.

Zhou Xiaomei paused when she brought the cup to her lips, squinting as she examined it for a while.

"Old Lin, this medicine seems a little different; it's a bit greenish."

Lin Feng glanced at the slightly greenish liquid in the glass and smiled nonchalantly.

"Don't worry about drinking it, it's all brought by your son anyway. Last time, your test results dropped drastically after you finished that medicine, the doctor was amazed. Maybe this time they've changed the formula, it'll be even more effective."

Zhou Xiaomei nodded and was about to raise her glass when a bubble suddenly appeared on the surface of the liquid.

boo~

As the bubble burst, a faint blue light rose from the liquid and slowly unfolded above the rim of the cup.

Several crooked Chinese characters appeared out of thin air.

"Mom and Dad, I'm doing well here, so don't worry. I'll be home soon."

Zhou Xiaomei's hand, holding the cup, froze in mid-air.

She stared at those words, her lips parted slightly and then closed again, her eyes visibly reddening.

She didn't cry, but the corners of her mouth turned up uncontrollably, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened with her smile.

She reached out and gently touched the words "light." The words trembled slightly as her fingertip passed through the light, then steadily came back together.

"This child..."

Her voice was very soft, so soft that only she could hear it.

Lin Feng put one hand on her shoulder.

He didn't speak, but stared at those words for a long time, his mouth wide open in a wide grin, the wrinkles around his eyes piled up.

Zhou Xiaomei picked up the water glass and drank the slightly greenish medicine in it, sip by sip.

The medicine was slightly cool upon entry, with a hint of herbal sweetness. As it slid down the throat, a gentle and lasting warmth spread from the stomach to every part of the body.

Her expression changed in a few breaths.

Her originally sallow complexion gradually regained a healthy rosy glow, and the stubborn yellow spots in the whites of her eyes faded at a visible rate.

Even the roots of the newly added white hairs at the temples have quietly turned back to gray-black.

In front of the light screen, Lin Mo's shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly.

The tension that had been building up in his chest for the past six months eased by at least half at this moment.

Liu Yishou also breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems the medicine's effectiveness hasn't been reduced, but we'll have to wait until she's fully digested it before giving her the next dose."

Lin Mo didn't urge him; he wasn't unreasonable.

People from the two worlds have very different physical characteristics, so we can't rush things.

……

In the living room, Zhou Xiaomei finished her medicine and placed the cup on the coffee table.

She stared at the cup for a long time, then suddenly turned her head toward the kitchen and asked.

"Do you think... our son can see us?"

Lin Feng had already put on the apron and poked half of his body out of the kitchen, holding half a bunch of celery in his hand.

He scratched his head: "How should I know? Why are you asking?"

"I want to talk to my son."

Lin Feng paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Then just say it. Your son will definitely hear you."

Zhou Xiaomei hesitated for a moment, then picked up the cup.

She stared at the small ring of pale green liquid remaining at the bottom of the cup, her lips moving several times as if she were organizing her thoughts... It wasn't that she needed to prepare a speech for talking to her son, but rather that she had too much to say and didn't know where to begin.

Then she finally spoke.

"Xiao Mo, I really don't know where you met that Mr. Zhou Sheng. He's really rich..."

She paused, her rough fingers unconsciously rubbing the inside of the cup.

"He wanted us to move to a bigger house, but we didn't agree. It's not that we think the house is bad, but we're worried you won't be able to find your way back. This house may be old, but we've lived here while you were here. If you suddenly come back one day, this will definitely be the first place you'll come to. What if you can't find your way after we move?"

The sound of stir-frying in the kitchen paused for a moment.

Lin Feng put the celery into the sink, wiped his hands with his apron, and didn't make a sound, but the rhythm of the spatula hitting the iron pot was noticeably a half beat slower.

Zhou Xiaomei spoke again, this time even softer than before, as if afraid of being overheard.

"Aunt Zhang's daughter next door got married last month. Aunt Zhang said if you were here, she'd introduce you to someone too. I told her my son, Xiao Mo, is busy and doesn't have time to date. Actually, Mom's curious too, have you found a girlfriend over there?"

She rubbed her nose and continued speaking, her pace quickening, as if she had finally found an outlet for words she had been holding back for half a year.

These were all everyday trivia, which Lin Mo might have found annoying in the past, but now Lin Mo cherished them immensely, listening attentively to every word.

Later, Zhou Xiaomei said, "I often saw Grandpa Zhou Sheng lost in thought. No matter what you promised someone, you must keep your word."

……

Lin Mo stood alone in the room in front of the light screen.

Yin Xue had quietly flown outside the door at some point, and Shi Qin, Aotemu, and Liu Yishou also withdrew.

Even Mianmian was taken away by Yin Xue.

The door was ajar, and the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.

He was the only one left in the room, along with the living room illuminated by warm yellow lights in the light screen.

He listened to his mother's final words and glanced down at the black sword beside him.

The black sword lay quietly in its scabbard, its eerie light slowly swirling in the dim room.

His hand covered the scabbard, his palm touching the cold hilt.

Don't worry.

His voice was extremely low, as if he were speaking to himself, or perhaps to a demigod soul within the sword that was in seclusion.

"Not just me, I will also take Senior Zhou Yue's soul back with me."

The black sword hummed slightly, as if it had been touched by a certain frequency in those words.

……

Spirit world.

Deep within the void, the Twilight Stone Throne remained silent as ever.

Several divine messengers knelt beneath the stone throne, their foreheads pressed against the cold stone surface; they had been kneeling there for a long time.

A huge light screen floated in front of them, reflecting the current state of White Tower City.

The city was reduced to ruins, and the eerie green light of the Soul Corruption Realm had not yet completely dissipated. Only half of the spire of the Papal Palace remained as broken walls.

The Holy Light Array shattered completely, and the remains of the Holy Light Cross were scattered among the rubble, gently rolling in the wind.

The foundation of faith, built up over thousands of years, was uprooted in less than a day.

One of the divine messengers finally couldn't help but raise his head and look at the tightly closed stone door of dusk, his voice filled with suppressed resentment and confusion.

"Lin Mo has gone too far! He destroyed a country, slaughtered a city, killed the Pope, and publicly declared that there is no longer any faith in God. This is a desecration of faith itself!"

"Why isn't the deity reacting at all?"

……

A divine messenger suddenly spoke up with a suggestion.

"How about... we go down and take care of him?"

However, he was met with merciless contempt from the other divine messengers.

"Do you think you can beat him? He could cleave you into eight pieces with one sword and you'd think you'd just killed a mosquito."

The divine messenger stubbornly replied, "I'm just trying to relieve the worries of the divine being."

"Tch, you just want to make a name for yourself, don't you?"

A group of divine messengers were discussing in hushed tones.

But behind the stone gate at dusk, all was calm.