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

Lin Mo hadn't been idle these past few days in the rift; he had thoroughly searched the entire rift space from top to bottom.

His army of souls included demigod dragons, thousand-eyed sea monsters, tens of thousands of ghostly scouts released from the black sword, and the newly acquired sweet-tooth spirits...

They were scattered like a net across every floating island in every layer of airspace.

He himself rode a manta ray, soaring between the islands, his killing domain stretching out across the entire area, his perception covering the void for dozens of miles around.

But the last guard vanished as if he had evaporated into thin air, leaving not even a trace of the laws behind.

Yin Xue lay on his right shoulder, its two small wings flapping weakly, its chin resting on the black robe fabric on his shoulder, looking utterly bored.

"It's been a week already. Where is this last guard? I'm so bored."

Blood Grinder and Delight were the easiest to find; they were practically waiting for Lin Mo there.

Although Ren'ai took some effort, at least he had some clues.

But this last guard didn't even have a name; he was hidden deeper than a rat.

Yin Xue rolled over and lay on her back on Lin Mo's shoulder, her lower legs dangling on her knees and swinging back and forth.

His scarlet eyes stared listlessly at the gray, empty space above him.

"Why don't we go back and rest for a bit? Anyway, your soul army is still searching outside, so you don't have to search every single island yourself."

Lin Mo did not answer, and continued to maneuver the manta ray toward the next floating island.

Killing any surviving gods has become the only thing he can do these days.

Those dust-level and mortal-level deities who refused to submit to Gaoyang and were imprisoned deep within remote floating islands were all dragged out one by one by the soul army's carpet search.

Each time Lin Mo found one, he would kill it with a single sword strike, feeding the Law of Slaughter its source of power.

Although each individual increase is negligible to him now, they add up.

Lin Mo now possesses a fairly comprehensive understanding of the power of laws.

As for the newly acquired souls, they were also included in his search queue, traversing this void day and night.

"Besides the last guard, there is also the God of Slaughter."

Lin Mo maneuvered the manta ray around a floating boulder, his tone remaining as calm as if stating a fact.

"Neither of the two targets was found."

Yin Xue rolled its eyes, turned to the side, and poked Lin Mo's neck with the tip of its wing.

"Alright, alright, two targets, but you don't even know which direction they are in. Just wandering around like this isn't going to work. I have a suggestion: go back and have some food first. The Trial said this morning that he was going to make a cake, using the recipe that Benevolence left behind. Judging by the time, it should be ready soon."

As she spoke, she pointed to the souls wandering between the various islands in the distance.

"Anyway, your people are everywhere in the rift now. The entire Star Elf race is here, the Sirens' merfolk are here too, and that guy Laihu who just came in yesterday..."

Speaking of Laihu, Yin Xue couldn't help but sneer.

When Laihu led an entire elite legion of the human empire into the rift yesterday, the scene was almost like a siege.

He rode a flying monster he had somehow acquired, its armor gleaming, followed by dozens of goblin airships, each filled with fully armed imperial soldiers.

Yin Xue still vividly remembers the look of ecstatic joy on his face when he learned that Lin Mo was still alive.

"His Majesty is not dead! I knew it!"

Then he began patrolling the entire rift space more actively than Linmer himself.

Lin Mo remained silent for a few moments before finally turning the manta ray around and flying towards the small wooden building that Ren'ai had left behind.

After flying for nearly an hour, the solitary two-story building floating in the void came into view.

Thin wisps of smoke rose from the chimney, and warm yellow light shone from the windows. In this deep rift of broken floating islands and gray void, this small building was the only place that looked like home.

Benevolence is dead.

After his death, he transformed into two corpses tightly nestled together; they were Gao Yang's parents.

They were buried on a tiny floating island next to the small wooden house.

Every evening, if the judge baked a new cake, she would cut a small piece and place it in front of the tombstone, which Mianmian would then secretly eat.

Lin Mo pushed open the wooden door, and a warm, caramel pudding aroma wafted out.

Mianmian and Tiantian lay side by side at the dining table, their little heads huddled together.

Eight spider-like eyes and a pair of translucent, milky-white pupils stared intently at the cell phone on the table.

That was the cell phone Lin Mo brought with him when he was summoned.

It was previously charged with the power of laws, and now it has become the two little girls' treasure.

Although there are no base stations or signals in this rift where the power of laws permeates the void, the phone itself still functions; just the camera alone can keep them entertained for days.

At this moment, Mianmian's little fingers were poking around on the screen, while Tiantian was pointing and muttering to herself.

"This one is lit up, this one is dark, what does this mean?"

The judge emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate of freshly baked chiffon cake.

She saw Lin Mo push the door open and come in, her gray eyes curving slightly.

"You're back just in time. Time to eat. I adjusted today's recipe; it should be even better than last time..."

She stopped mid-sentence because Lin Mo's expression was off.

Lin Mo's lips curled up slightly, a stark contrast to his usual cold demeanor.

He looked at the two little girls at the dining table, at the steaming cake in the judge's hand, at the warm yellow light in the small wooden house, and at the several pots of glowing moss that the judge had transplanted from somewhere on the windowsill.

His shoulder slumped very slightly.

It's not relaxed, just slightly less tense.

This feeling was extremely unfamiliar to him, so unfamiliar that he didn't know how to describe it.

Just then, Mianmian suddenly raised her head, her dark eyes staring at the phone screen. She frowned, poked the screen with her paw, and looked up at Lin Mo.

"Dad, what does Bluetooth mean? Why does it show that someone can pair with it?"

On the screen, a new, unfamiliar device name appeared in the list of Bluetooth devices.

The name looked like a randomly generated combination of letters and numbers.

The device type is indicated in small print: There is a phone nearby you can try pairing with.

Upon hearing the word "pairing up," Yin Xue's ears perked up instantly.

She leaped in front of the phone screen with a mischievous grin.

"A pairing? Is it the pairing I'm thinking of?!"

Lin Mo stood by the dining table, his gaze fixed on the small pairing prompt on his phone screen.

He certainly knew about Bluetooth; his own phone had Bluetooth on right now.

The pairing request displayed on the screen means there is another phone nearby that also has Bluetooth enabled.

It wasn't a random, accidental press of buttons, but a real, working, and searchable phone.

But that's impossible.

This rift is Gaoyang's prison, which has imprisoned the original gods and the human souls that have been turned into sweet-eating spirits for three thousand years.

Unless, of course, this person or this device also traveled from Earth.

And it's nearby.