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

The twenty-four Desires have condensed their own divine status through three thousand years of struggle.

Even if they possess immense power, and their physical bodies are destroyed or their souls are annihilated, as long as their divine essence remains, they are immortal beings.

It is purer and more unreasonable than the Blood Crusher, which is forcibly locked by the law of immortality.

As long as there is even a trace of desire still operating on the continent outside, they can re-form themselves from that desire.

Even if Lin Mo kills it, it will continue to live in a different form, just like Judgment and the God of War. Its soul will be absorbed into the black sword, but its consciousness will not dissipate.

This is the power of divinity; desire cannot be extinguished, and pleasure cannot be killed.

"What's going on? How did we acquire godhood?"

"It was me! I spoke this rule to myself at the very last moment! At the very last moment, we both simultaneously possessed godhood!"

"Divinity! Divinity! We are the true gods! Hahaha!"

……

The twenty-odd pink lights simultaneously emitted piercing screams, exploding layer upon layer in the empty void.

Yin Xue hovered beside Lin Mo with his arms crossed, his scarlet eyes churning with undisguised disgust. He snorted coldly, his voice full of sarcasm.

"Not only are they not dead, but they're also so arrogant. Lin Mo, give them another strike, and kill them! I want to see how many times they can revive."

But despite saying that, her wings didn't flap as easily as usual; instead, they were taut.

The Goddess of Judgment stood behind Lin Mo, her gray eyes slightly narrowed, her tone calm yet concealing a rare sense of powerlessness.

"He's right. As long as there's one living person on the continent who has desires, the divine essence can regenerate infinitely. Unless you find the divine essence itself and destroy it, it's all in vain no matter how many times you kill it."

The God of War, carrying the Soul Battle Axe, had his silvery-white stubble trembling slightly as he let out a muffled groan from his nose.

"Then let's find him. I hate these indestructible bastards the most! I fought Huanyu once, and I clearly cleaved him in two, but the next day he was sitting in the casino dealing cards with a grin on his face. That feeling was more disgusting than swallowing a fly."

Lin Mo frowned, gripped the hilt of the black sword tightly with his right hand again, and the eerie light on the sword's blade shone brightly once more.

He was about to raise his sword again; since one strike wasn't enough, he would strike again.

Either wipe out every single pink flame in this ruin.

Or drag each of the twenty-four pleasures into the deathmatch arena and behead them individually.

Lin Mo considered various countermeasures in his mind.

Just then, a slow and steady applause came from the spatial rift that he had previously cleaved open with his sword.

Pop, pop, pop.

The three sounds, steady and unhurried, were exceptionally clear in this tense and deathly silent void.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it at the same time.

A person was slowly walking out from the pitch-black rift that stretched across the void.

The white-robed figure remained motionless amidst the spatial turbulence. His face, around forty years old, was as ordinary as could be, yet his eyes held an endless sea of ​​stars.

He stepped on the silvery-white spatial fragments escaping from the edge of the crack with each step.

The debris automatically condensed into golden lotuses of light beneath his feet, which bloomed and then withered.

Gaoyang.

Lin Mo gripped the black sword tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.

He didn't speak, nor did he immediately draw his sword, because he could sense that Gao Yang had no killing intent.

But that doesn't mean it's safe.

Gao Yang's presence here was never for reminiscing.

Yin Xue's wings suddenly tensed, and he leaned half an inch closer to Lin Mo's side, his scarlet eyes fixed on Gao Yang, his lips pressed into a thin line.

The goddess of judgment subconsciously took half a step back, her gray eyes churning with extremely complex emotions.

There was awe, resentment, and an uncontrollable instinctive fear when facing someone who had imprisoned him for thousands of years.

The God of War held the Soul Battle Axe horizontally in front of him.

Silvery-white soul light surged violently around him, and a very low, muffled roar came from his throat.

"Your growth has exceeded my expectations."

Gao Yang clapped his hands, looked at Lin Mo, and his tone, unusually, lacked its usual indifference, instead carrying a faint, almost satisfied warmth.

"Very good, very good."

Lin Mo gripped the black sword tightly, his expression grim.

Gao Yang simply withdrew his hand into his white robe sleeve, maintaining his unhurried and calm tone.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to kill you. You're still a little short."

Then he turned his head and looked at the twenty-four pink lights floating above the ruins.

The pleasure-seekers fell silent the moment he appeared.

Those who were just laughing wildly in the void, shouting and declaring their immortality, are now as quiet as chickens with their throats being choked.

Behind Gao Yang's back, they dared to call him a lunatic, dared to call him worthy, and dared to curse him for three thousand years on the island of indulgence.

But at this moment, Gao Yang stood right in front of them, his eyes, which seemed to flow like a sea of ​​stars, calmly sweeping over them, and not a single person dared to speak.

Gao Yang waved his hand casually.

The movement was so casual, as if he were brushing a speck of dust off his sleeve.

But this one action extinguished the flames of pleasure that had just been said to be invincible.

The twenty-four pink flames of law were completely wiped out in the same instant.

After the flames subsided, twenty-four ordinary people were revealed, who had been bound by the Law of Pleasure for three thousand years.

They were dressed in modern clothes, their faces were young and pale, and their bodies trembled slightly from being suddenly exposed to the void.

Some people looked down blankly at their hands.

Someone was kneeling on the rubble, panting heavily.

Someone exchanged an incredulous look with their companion.

Am I finally free?

But some people reacted quickly and knelt down.

"Lord Gao Yang, I was wrong. I apologize to you. I shouldn't have scolded you back then."

With the leader taking the lead, the others immediately followed suit.

"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong! My child is waiting for me at home, please let me go back."

"We've brought this upon ourselves all these years, you deserve the punishment! I deserve it! I deserve it!"

"Three thousand years is long enough, please forgive us."

Someone kowtowed to Gao Yang, their foreheads striking the floating island's pebbles with a dull thud.

Others simply huddled at the edge of the rubble, their faces buried in their knees, their shoulders twitching violently.

Finally, I regained my freedom from the clutches of pleasure.

Three thousand years of imprisonment had long since stripped them of their dignity; now, all they wanted was to go home as soon as possible.

Gao Yang looked at them, his expression unchanged.

"You are still immortal."

His voice remained as calm as if stating a fact, but every word made those people's faces turn a little paler.

"You can stay here and fend for yourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, twenty-four ordinary people were lifted up by an invisible force of law.

Each flew towards the twenty-four islands that shattered and scattered in the void after the island of indulgence... no, they should be called rubble.

Their activity range is limited to a space of less than five meters.

Five meters tall, they don't even dare to turn over in their sleep, and this is their entire world for the rest of their lives.

Three thousand years of imprisonment did not extinguish their desires.

But the twenty-four pebbles, gazing at each other from afar and forever unable to approach, will...

They will float in this void forever, immortal and indestructible.

They can see each other, but they can never speak a word to anyone else again.

"No! Lord Gaoyang! We were so wrong! So wrong!"

"Please forgive us, we...we...want to go home!"

"Gao Yang! You bastard! You deserve to die a horrible death! You deserve to end up like this!"

……

Some were still begging for mercy, while others had already started hurling insults.

But Gao Yang didn't care. With a wave of his hand, they all shut their mouths at the same time.

Then Gao Yang turned to look at Lin Mo.