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

The realm of the gods, the Twilight Stone Throne.

Gao Yang sat cross-legged in the void, his white robe trailing off at the edge of the stone seat.

At the moment of Ren'ai's death, his right little finger trembled very slightly.

It was the most primal, instinctive reaction of a pure flesh and blood body when a loved one dies; a feeling he hadn't experienced in thousands of years.

Gao Yang opened his eyes, looked down at his little finger which was still trembling slightly, and remained silent for a long time.

There was no wind, no sound, and nothing in the void that could disturb his thoughts, but he knew what had happened.

Ren'ai is dead.

His father and mother, the two people he had personally separated, sealed in his compassionate emotions, and placed in the highest airspace to guard for thousands of years, were dead.

He died by Lin Mo's sword.

Gao Yang looked up, and above him was an endless void.

"Dad, Mom."

His voice was very soft, as if he were speaking to some non-existent figure in the void.

"You still don't approve of my methods."

He paused, then slowly clenched the still slightly trembling little finger into his palm and raised his head again.

Extremely complex emotions surged within those twin sea-like eyes.

There was sadness, anger, and resentment at being rejected by loved ones, but all these emotions were swallowed up by a deeper coldness in a very short time, just like countless times before.

He regained his usual indifference, his voice calm and undisturbed.

"But it doesn't matter anymore, as long as we can go back to the past, we can be reunited."

The void fell silent again, as if it had never been disturbed.

……

Outside the stone gate at dusk, two divine messengers stood in front of a huge screen of light.

The light screen showed a basement in a remote corner of the mainland, with damp moss climbing the stone walls and a few nearly burnt-out candles flickering on the altar.

Several people dressed in black robes knelt before the altar, their hoods covering most of their faces, revealing only their chapped lips and chins that were almost out of control with fanaticism.

The leader raised his hands above his head, holding a well-worn copy of "The Gospel of Holy Light," his voice hoarse yet devout.

"My lord, we beg you to teach us how to draw a summoning circle! Your followers are still here!"

"We weren't captured by Lin Mo's ghost army. We've been hiding underground for so long, waiting for you to return!"

"We will continue to summon heroes, and we will continue to fight against the Demon King Lin Mo. God, please look upon us, please give us another chance."

……

These people are clearly the remaining followers of Gao Yang, and they still believe in him.

After all, it's not something that can be completely eradicated from a sect that has existed for thousands of years.

But they have lost the church and the magic circle that summoned the hero.

The young divine messenger stared at the black-robed believers kneeling and praying on the screen, hesitated for a moment, and then turned to look at his older companion beside him.

"Should we help them out? I remember the core runes of the summoning circle. If we just throw a few down, they can summon the hero again."

The elder divine messenger sighed and shook his head.

"It's no use. Lin Mo has strictly forbidden summoning heroes, and all the magic arrays have been destroyed. Even if we intervene, they'll be captured and judged in three days at most. Besides, there are still..."

As he spoke, he waved his hand on the light screen, and the scene switched from the basement to the sky above the wasteland.

The wasteland was still the same wasteland, with cracked earth, withered bushes, and a few abandoned mines in the distance occupied by monsters; everything seemed so peaceful.

But the older divine messenger frowned, and he subconsciously waved his hand again, switching the scene to another area of ​​the wasteland.

Then switch again, and then switch again.

The fingertips moved faster and faster across the light screen, and the images on the screen flashed by like a carousel.

The hilly areas in the north of the wasteland, the gravel plains in the center, the ruins of outposts near the border of the human empire in the south, the dried-up riverbeds in the west... every area is empty and devoid of anything.

"Hmm? What about the 100,000 souls?"

The elder divine messenger murmured, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Although Lin Mo's main body entered the rift, he did not relax his control over the mainland.

Every day, 100,000 soul soldiers patrol the wasteland, working tirelessly without sleep, food, or pay. Any unauthorized summoning array that is activated will be detected and destroyed by them immediately.

Everyone on the mainland knows this.

Therefore, even though Lin Mo has been gone for a long time, no one dares to touch the red line of the summoning circle.

But at this moment, there wasn't a single soul on this wasteland within the light screen.

The young divine messenger also came over, his eyes fixed on the empty wasteland in the light screen, his breathing becoming more and more rapid.

He abruptly turned to look at the elder divine messenger, the corners of his mouth already uncontrollably turning upwards, his voice low, yet unable to conceal the trembling in every word.

"The soul is gone... does that mean...?"

The elder divine envoy remained silent for several breaths, then looked at the crack still floating above the continent and slowly nodded.

"Lin Mo is dead."