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

Looking at the missing person poster, a scene involuntarily flashed through Lin Mo's mind.

He had just been summoned and disappeared; his mother was worried sick at the hospital; and his father was posting missing person notices all over the streets.

At that time, there was nothing I could do.

Upon seeing the four words "Generous reward guaranteed" in the missing person notice...

Lin Mo couldn't imagine what kind of generous reward her parents could offer back then, nor did she dare to think about it.

Lin Mo has experienced a lot in this world, but this time the hurt he suffered was more severe than ever before.

The young divine envoy tilted his head, looking at Lin Mo's face, which was still suppressing his inner emotions, and the corners of his mouth widened.

He took a step forward, the soles of his boots echoing crisply on the hall's floor tiles, a sound that was particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the hall.

He handed the missing person poster to Lin Mo again, as if afraid that Lin Mo couldn't see it clearly, and even pointed to the address below the photo with his finger.

"We went to this address and even saw your parents..."

His voice was very low, so low that only Lin Mo could hear it, and his tone was full of mockery and malice.

"By the way, your mother has a lot more gray hair than in the photos. Who do you think is causing her to age so quickly?"

The older divine messenger stood half a step behind the younger divine messenger, neither speaking in agreement nor stopping him.

He simply watched Lin Mo quietly, watching Lin Mo's fingers tighten on the hilt of the black sword, his knuckles turning white.

Watching as the dark golden aura of killing law surrounding Lin Mo began to surge violently and uncontrollably.

His brow furrowed very slightly, but quickly relaxed again.

He raised his hand, gesturing for the young divine messenger to step back. His tone remained businesslike and indifferent, but a hint of barely perceptible wariness flickered in his eyes.

"Give up, you can't kill us. We're just projections. Even if you crush these two projections into dust, you won't harm our true selves in the slightest. Why waste your energy?"

The young divine messenger was pulled back a step by the older divine messenger, but he didn't hold back his words at all.

He was being pulled back, but his gaze never left Lin Mo's face as he continued talking.

"Lin Mo, you'll never be able to go home again. When your mother is too old to walk, when you can barely remember her face, then you'll know what regret is."

The elder divine messenger gently placed the missing person notice on the hall's floor tiles, straightened up, and spoke the last few words in a businesslike, indifferent tone.

"The deity also said, Lin Mo, you've reached the end of this road. You can continue to be your emperor, continue to be your demon king, continue to rule this continent, but the way home is gone."

The main hall remained quiet for a long time.

The missing person poster lay on the floor tiles.

Below the photo is a line of text written by Zhou Xiaomei herself.

Lin Mo, 18 years old, was wearing a dark gray hoodie when he went missing. Anyone with information is requested to call the number below; a generous reward will be offered.

The traces of ink smudged by tears are still faintly discernible.

Lin Mo spoke, his tone surprisingly calm.

It is not the calm of rage, nor the calm of repression, but the kind of calm that comes from the blade itself after all emotions have been tempered into a sharp edge, a calm that carries no warmth.

"There is no one I cannot kill."

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his black sword.

The arc of the sword as it was drawn cast a cold, eerie blue light under the holy lampposts of the main hall.

The killing field unfolded completely in that instant.

It is no longer the previous dark red, but a completely new form that has evolved after incorporating the benevolent principle of compassion.

A curtain of light, interwoven with dark gold and inky black, exploded from the black sword, instantly engulfing the entire hall.

The tip of the black sword pierced precisely through the throat of the young divine envoy projection and also through the heart of the older divine envoy projection.

The two projections burst open like bubbles being punctured as the sword passed, turning into countless tiny points of light.

But everyone knows that this is just a projection.

The two true divine messengers were kneeling unharmed before the twilight stone gate of the divine realm, looking down upon everything across the endless void.

The young divine messenger's projection, even in its final moments before dissipating, was still laughing: "I told you you can't be killed..."

Then his smile froze.

Because on Lin Mo's sword, the law patterns of Thousand Eyes Cage are rapidly extending in all directions from the sword tip.

Those patterns pierced through the dissipated light and mist, through the dome of the main hall, through the clouds above the capital, and through the law-based crack that stretched across the sky.

Along some invisible yet unbreakable chain of cause and effect.

It traversed an endless distance from the imperial palace of the human empire to the Twilight Stone Gate of the divine realm.

The two divine messengers knelt before the Twilight Stone Gate, mocking smiles on their faces, when simultaneously a thin line of blood appeared on their necks.

The smile froze on his face, turning into an extremely absurd expression.

His lips were still upturned, but his eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.

Their mouths were still open, as if they wanted to say something, but only a few muffled sounds came from their throats.

His fingers futilely covered the rapidly widening gash on his neck, unable to stop the golden divine blood gushing out from it.

"This... is impossible!"

The young divine messenger's voice was no longer the gloating arrogance of before, but a shrill, shattered expression of terror.

He looked down at the golden divine blood stained his hands, then looked up at the invisible chain of killing laws extending from the direction of the continent in the void.

The elder divine messenger's lips trembled violently, his former composure gone.

"Our true forms are still in the realm of gods! How could you possibly..."

Lin Mo did not answer.

He didn't even look up to see where the two divine messengers were located.

He simply sheathed the black sword, the sound of metal scraping against leather ringing out clearly in the empty hall.

Before him, the two projections had completely dissipated into two wisps of golden light that were slowly drifting away.

In the misty light, one could still vaguely see the young divine envoy's mocking smile, which hadn't yet faded, being erased one by one at the molecular level by the laws of slaughter.

He watched as the two wisps of light completely dissipated into the air, his voice very soft, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were speaking to some being in the void.

"I've said it before, there's no one I can't kill, including you. Gao Yang is no exception."

He ignored the two dissipated wisps of light and instead raised his head, his gaze piercing through the dome of the main hall, through the clouds above the capital, and through the crack of law that stretched across the sky.

It fell towards the dark void further away, where even light could not penetrate.

There, the Dusk Stone Throne remained silent, as did the white-robed figure on it.

Gao Yang was also looking at him.

"Gao Yang, you're just trying to provoke me, aren't you? Just wait, I'll find you, kill you, and then..."

His voice suddenly softened, so softly it sounded as if he were speaking to himself, or as if he were making a promise to his mother on the missing person poster.

"I'll get home before you."