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

"Sir... you're amazing."

A sharp sound interrupted Lin Mo's thoughts.

Lin Mo turned his head and saw Semu's fawning face.

He hunched over, his eyes narrowed into slits: "I've lived in the Pure Land for so many years and have seen all sorts of experts sent by the Holy See. Some can fight demigod-level demons single-handedly, some can slaughter an entire city by themselves... But someone like you who can kill a god is truly a first for me. My admiration for you is like a surging river, endless and unstoppable..."

His flattering voice echoed throughout the entire cave.

The goddess of judgment gave her a look of disgust.

Saint Zefa sighed, speechless.

Lin Mo simply watched him quietly.

"My lord, you are so powerful, why don't we set off to hunt down the next god? I know there is one imprisoned on a nearby island."

After flattering him, he didn't forget to emphasize his own value.

Lin Mo merely glanced at him, without uttering a single word, and the black sword sliced ​​directly across his neck.

Samu's shocked expression froze on his face, and his body went limp as he collapsed at Saint Zefa's feet.

Saint Zefa sighed, "He's Lin Mo. I could give him the entire Holy Tower Kingdom and it wouldn't have mattered. He thinks he can save his life with a few flattering words?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Samu stopped breathing completely.

Lin Mo also put away his black sword at this moment.

Lin Mo firmly believed that he was not a bloodthirsty person.

The reason for killing Sam was that he couldn't trust such a person. Rather than leaving such an uncertain factor, it was better to make him a soul in the Black Sword, so that he would be absolutely loyal.

After doing all this, Lin Mo turned to look at the soul form of the Goddess of Judgment.

The goddess of judgment met Lin Mo's gaze and regained the composure and solemnity befitting a deity.

"How much do you know about the structure of this space, and the ways to leave?"

Lin Mo asked directly.

The goddess of judgment remained silent for a moment, seemingly sorting through her somewhat scattered memories after being imprisoned for thousands of years.

Then she spoke, her voice clear and steady, as if she were reading a long-sealed document.

"Gao Yang left four guards in this space to protect it. If there is a way to leave this space, it can only be in their hands."

Lin Mo nodded, his tone calm: "It doesn't seem difficult."

"It's not as simple as you think."

The goddess of judgment's voice suddenly became more serious, her eyes fixed on Lin Mo, as if warning a child who was about to step onto thin ice without realizing it.

"They are not demigods, nor angels. They are emotional entities that Gao Yang extracted from his own body, and they are also powerful warriors who fought alongside Gao Yang in the God Realm. Before I was imprisoned, I personally witnessed one of them defeat four gods in a single move."

As she spoke, her gaze grew increasingly solemn.

"Their power surpasses that of the gods. Although you can kill me, you have little chance of winning against any one of them right now."

Lin Mo frowned.

The fragments of emotion that Gao Yang had extracted from himself, just the description of it made him feel uncomfortable.

One Gao Yang was already troublesome enough, now we have to fight four of them.

But he quickly put the matter aside for the time being and instead asked a question.

"Then what's this space all about? Did Gao Yang create it specifically to imprison you?"

The goddess of judgment shook her head after hearing this.

"This place was once a complete continent, much older than the other continent. The people of that continent called this place the realm of gods, and we live here."

After Gao Yang arrived, he shattered the continent into countless floating islands and set them up as his own prison. Some of the gods chose to offer their power of law to Gao Yang in exchange for the right to continue ruling a floating island there. In essence, they were no longer gods, but rather Gao Yang's vassals.

But many more gods, like me, refused to submit and were locked in such iron cages, their power of law extracted to maintain the operation of the floating islands.

She withdrew her finger, a complex ripple appearing in her emerald green eyes, and a sigh escaped her lips.

"Our original inhabitants were few in number to begin with. Imprisoned for thousands of years, some had their very essence of law drained by the chains, turning them into part of the island. There are probably not many left."

Lin Mo continued to ask questions.

"Then why didn't Gao Yang just kill you? Imprisonment is more troublesome than killing, and he doesn't seem like the type to do troublesome things."

The goddess of judgment smiled slightly, a smile tinged with bitter mockery.

"It's not that we don't want to, it's that we can't. Gods can't be killed. Of course, I'm talking about our native gods, not outsiders like Gao Yang."

The life of gods is one with the origin of laws. Laws are immortal, but gods are not. Only one power can break this rule, and that is the highest-dimensional law of slaughter.

The Law of Slaughter is one of the most primal laws of this world; its essence is to endow all existence with death.

Only the complete, highest-dimensional laws of killing can truly kill a primordial god.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"He's so powerful, yet he doesn't have any killing rules?"

The goddess of judgment nodded, her tone carrying a tone that was hard to decipher—whether it was relief or mockery.

"Because the God of Slaughter knew very well that his own laws were the only power that could kill other gods, he sealed himself away from the moment he was born. No one knew where he was, and no one could sense the fluctuations of his laws. Even Gao Yang searched every floating island on the entire continent but could not find him. He hid himself in a place that even the gods could not find, just to prevent anyone from obtaining his laws to slaughter other gods."

She paused, her emerald green eyes fixed on Lin Mo, the dark light of the black sword reflected deep within her pupils.

"So when I realized that your sword had really killed my physical body, I was very surprised. Although the killing law you possess has not yet reached the highest dimension, it already has the characteristics of killing gods."

Lin Mo did not respond.

He looked down at his hands, his fingers slowly clenching and unclenching.

The Law of Slaughter was indeed his strongest trump card, and this trump card was even more useful in this rift than he had thought.

He looked up at the goddess of judgment and asked the most crucial question: "Is the god of slaughter here too?"

"Also there."

The goddess of judgment nodded, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes—a mixture of worry, expectation, and a serene composure born of worldly wisdom.

"He sealed himself away in a corner of this space. If you can find him and obtain his complete laws of slaughter, you will be able to truly kill any god—including Gao Yang himself. But my advice is to subdue as many other imprisoned gods as possible before finding him. The more laws you can subdue, the more confident you will be when facing Gao Yang's four guards."

Lin Mo nodded.

His thinking had become clear... Gaoyang had no laws of killing, so he could only imprison the gods but not kill them.

Although the killing law in his hands has not yet reached the so-called "highest dimension", it is already capable of killing the physical body of a god.

Of course, it only kills the physical body; the power of the black sword cannot seal their minds.

They are simply existing in the bodies of ghosts.

If we can find the God of Slaughter and obtain the complete Laws of Slaughter, then all the gods in this rift who are "unkillable beings" will become "experience packs that can be cleaved in two with a single sword strike".

This is probably Gao Yang's real purpose in pushing him into the crack.

Let him grow here, let him accumulate the laws until they are valuable enough, and then refine them.

Gao Yang probably didn't expect that the demon king he brought in held the only dagger that could kill his pawn.

Or perhaps he knows, but doesn't care.

Just as Lin Mo was thinking this, a very faint fluctuation suddenly came from the depths of the soul connection.

Lin Mo was taken aback. He had only bound his soul to two people: Yin Xue and Mianmian.

This fluctuation was too weak, lacking any of Yin Xue's arrogance; it could only be the little guy who used to perch on his shoulder every day, Mianmian.

He abruptly turned his head to look in the direction from which the soul connection was coming, across countless floating islands and a hazy void.

The faint fluctuation pulsed intermittently, as if it were rushing towards his location with all its might.

"Why did Mianmian come all by herself?"