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

"I didn't expect you to actually defeat him."

The sound came from the light screen, neither too loud nor too soft, neither too warm nor too cold.

As he spoke, Gao Yang turned around, his white robe trailing a silent arc across the stone throne at dusk.

That ordinary face of a forty-year-old man still bore that unchanging indifference.

Gao Tiantian peeked half her face out from behind Lin Mo.

She gripped Lin Mo's black robe even tighter, her knuckles turning white, and her translucent lips parted and closed slightly.

She looked at the man's face on the screen and felt a sense of familiarity, an overwhelming familiarity that made something deep within her soul struggle to utter that name.

But she didn't shout.

Because the man's expression was too cold, so cold that it was unlike any image of her brother she could remember.

In her memory, her brother would laugh, squat down and let her ride on his shoulders, and on rainy days he would tilt the umbrella all the way to her while getting half of his shoulder wet.

The person in the light screen doesn't know that.

So she simply hid behind Lin Mo, peeking out with only half an eye, looking on timidly.

"Yes, I also found your sister."

Lin Mo's voice pulled her back to reality.

Gao Yang's gaze passed over Lin Mo and landed on the little girl behind him whose face was only half visible.

His gaze lingered for less than a second before he looked away.

"She is not Tian Tian. She is just Xue Nian's imagination. Everything on this island is. Xue Nian has been imprisoned here for three thousand years. His law of rage will constantly materialize the scenes in his memory: school, streets, amusement park, including her. She is just a dream of a monster that has been imprisoned for a long time."

Gao Tiantian shrank back behind Lin Mo, revealing only her semi-transparent eyes.

There was no anger or resentment in those eyes, only a bewildered sense of helplessness after being pushed away.

Her fingers loosened from Lin Mo's black robe, then gripped it again, then loosened, then gripped it again, unsure of where to put them.

Lin Mo placed his hand on Gao Tiantian's shoulder, pulling her further behind him.

He looked up at Gao Yang, a faint, cold smile appearing on his lips.

"You really are a beast."

Gao Yang completely ignored those words, his gaze returning to Lin Mo, and continued speaking in that official tone.

"Blood Grinding is just one of the four guards I left behind. You've defeated him, but you still need to defeat three more to leave this space. Everything on this vehicle is yours. Although those artifacts have been corrupted by the Law of Wrath for three thousand years, their original essence remains. The woman beside you should know how to extract them. As for this guy..."

He slightly raised his chin towards the driver who was still trembling on the ground.

"Do as you please."

Lin Mo snorted coldly: "You've been wanting me to deal with this bastard for a long time, haven't you?"

Gao Yang neither denied nor agreed.

He was silent for only a moment, a very short moment, but all the gods present felt it.

He then responded in his usual flat tone.

"Your growth has truly surprised me. I hope you can return to the mainland soon."

After saying this, his gaze finally swept over Gao Tiantian behind Lin Mo.

His lips moved almost imperceptibly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

The light screen closed silently the moment he turned around.

Lin Mo stood still, looking at the spot where the light screen had disappeared, and took a deep breath.

Just then, he heard a very faint sobbing sound.

Looking down, Gao Tiantian had somehow loosened her black robe, her two small hands hanging down in front of her, clutching the hem of her school uniform skirt and twisting it into a ball.

She kept her head down, her shoulders trembling.

The wisps of light at the edge of the soul's body slightly dispersed and then gathered again with each sob.

"He's Tian Tian's brother, right...? He... doesn't want Tian Tian anymore."

Her voice was very soft and delicate, broken by sobs, but Lin Mo could hear every word clearly.

Lin Mo squatted down and placed one hand on the top of her head.

His palm, covered in a deep blue soul energy, pressed firmly against her translucent short hair.

He gently wiped away the tear stains at the corners of her eyes that hadn't yet dispersed into shimmering threads.

"You've mistaken him for someone else; he's not your brother."

Gao Tiantian looked up at him, her eyes blurry with tears, and sniffed, "What about my brother?"

Lin Mo stared at her.

He stared at those eyes, their pupils blurred by tears, and remained silent for a long while.

Then he stretched out his other hand, bent his little finger into a hook, and held it up in front of Gao Tiantian.

"Your brother is in a very far place. I will take you to find him. I swear."

His voice was soft, but every word was like an inscription carved on a stone tablet with a black sword, without any hesitation or room for maneuver.

Gao Tiantian stared wide-eyed at the little finger.

She slowly reached out her hand, her translucent, slightly trembling little finger hooking around Lin Mo's knuckle.

Her knuckles passed through the edge of his knuckles and were held firmly by the energy of their souls, like a small lock fastening the two promises together.

After comforting Gao Tiantian, it was time to collect the spoils.

The judge circled the chariot, his brow furrowed slightly, his tone tinged with regret.

"These artifacts originally belonged to the native gods who were defeated by Blood Crusher. They were all complete artifacts, but they were eroded by Blood Crusher's wrathful laws for three thousand years. Most of the law imprints inside have been broken and they can no longer be used. However, the source of the laws is still there and can be extracted."

Lin Mo took the Blessing Crystal out of his inner pocket.

The translucent crystal glowed faintly in his palm, and he attached it to the nearest divine artifact short sword.

The short sword trembled, and the fine, dark red cracks on its blade began to fade from the hilt to the tip. Strands of visible law light detached from the blade and drilled into the crystal.

The short sword lost all its luster and became an ordinary iron sword. Rust spread rapidly along its blade, and within a few breaths, it rusted into a pile of iron filings.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

Each divine artifact, upon being extracted by the Blessing Crystal, quickly lost its radiant light and turned into ordinary iron.

Layer upon layer of different colored halos of light began to accumulate inside the blessed crystal.

When the last divine artifact stuck in the vehicle was drained of its power, the entire chariot began to collapse from the edges.

Like shedding its skin, it shed all its hideous outer shell.

The corner of the vehicle broke off, the armor plating peeled off layer by layer, and the metal wheels shrank, deformed, and were reassembled into four ordinary rubber tires.

The dark red patterns of the Law of Wrath faded completely from the car body, revealing the original paint color.

The tank was transformed into an ordinary car.

Four doors, silver-gray, with a shallow dent on the roof.

There was a faded vehicle inspection sticker still stuck to the upper left corner of the windshield.

Its appearance is no different from any other family car on Earth.

But the steering wheel was turning automatically, as if checking the road conditions ahead.

It has no engine, no exhaust pipe, and no fuel, but it can sense its owner's location and plan its own route.

It is driven by the pattern of laws that Gao Yang personally carved on the chassis.

In this cracked space where the air is filled with the power of laws, its energy is limitless.

Lin Mo put the blessed crystal into his inner pocket, patted the roof of the car, and glanced back at the driver who was still kneeling on the ground.

The driver shuddered under his gaze, shrinking back and not daring to look up.

Lin Mo came up with a good way to deal with this kind of drunk driver.

He smiled faintly and waved to him.

"come over."