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

As the two divine messengers and the projections of the two clowns gradually disappeared, so too did the shadows of the two clowns vanish.

Lin Mo sheathed the black sword.

The metallic scraping sound of a sword being sheathed was particularly clear in the empty hall.

But Yin Xue could sense that his emotions did not return to the sheath along with the sword.

At the other end of the soul connection, extremely complex emotions surged.

There was anger, there was murderous intent...

But there was still a trace of helplessness and confusion, suppressed deep within the deepest emotions, almost overflowing.

Yin Xue could understand; Lin Mo had persisted all along because of that one thought of going home.

On the very night he was summoned, he went out of the city alone with his sword to hunt monsters, almost exhausting himself to death.

The same thing happened several more times afterward.

And all of this was because of the promise I made to him.

Once you reach level 100, you can go home.

Thinking this, Yin Xue flapped its two wings and flew to Lin Mo.

She kept her head down, her little wings drooping behind her, motionless.

The holy lamps in the hall cast her shadow on the floor tiles, making it a small silhouette with her head drooping.

She spoke, her voice so soft that Lin Mo almost thought he had misheard.

"sorry."

Yin Xue uttered three words she had never spoken in her life, lowered her head even further, and let her red hair fall down to cover most of her face.

Lin Mo frowned: "Why should I apologize?"

Yin Xue spoke up: "I promised you before that I would take you home as soon as you reached level 100. You did everything you were supposed to do, but I didn't keep my promise. It's my magic array that's faulty, it's my positioning that's wrong, it's my..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a barely audible murmur.

Lin Mo was stunned.

Who is Yin Xue?

He was the demon king who impersonated the system and tricked him into killing someone when they first met in the church basement.

It was that arrogant guy who sat with his legs crossed on his shoulder, drinking a beverage and watching the fun.

He's that arrogant guy who gambled away the entire island at the Indulgence Land casino and then retorted, "I worked so hard for you."

She probably never said "I'm sorry" to anyone in her entire life.

But she's said it now.

She took the blame for Gao Yang personally severing Earth's positioning from the source of the laws.

This was an accident that she simply couldn't handle.

Lin Mo reached out and gently rubbed the top of her head with his fingertips.

A faint smile curved the corners of his mouth.

"It's not your fault. Without you, I wouldn't even have been able to deliver the medicine back."

The two souls are connected, and they can sense whether each other's words are sincere or not.

Yin Xue didn't read any comforting pleasantries in Lin Mo's words, only pure, unadorned facts.

But at the same time, she also sensed from the depths of their soul connection that Lin Mo's confusion and helplessness had not dissipated.

Yin Xue remained silent.

She simply flew to Lin Mo and opened her arms to hug his neck.

Her body was only the size of a palm, and her two small arms could not wrap around an adult's neck at all, but she hugged him tightly, her face pressed against Lin Mo's collarbone, and her wings gently folded around his shoulders.

When she spoke, her tone lacked both the usual consolation and her usual joking manner.

It was a very soft, very gentle statement, as if she were saying a fact that she had already accepted from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't worry, there must be other ways."

Hearing Yin Xue's words, Lin Mo felt somewhat at ease.

He remained silent for a few moments, seemingly searching for a solution.

Then he reached up, gently removed the blood from his neck and placed it back on his shoulder, then turned and walked toward the center of the hall.

His steps remained unhurried, yet each step was firm, as if the confusion and helplessness he had felt earlier had never existed.

He walked to the center of the main hall and stood still. With a thought, a faint light flowed across the black sword, and three soul entities floated out from it.

An old man in a gray robe, an old woman, and a burly man in a black robe.

They knelt on one knee in the center of the hall facing Lin Mo.

These were the first three demigods from the Holy Ancient Empire's arena that he recruited.

The three knelt before Lin Mo, their faces hardened with loyalty and silence by the black sword's soul imprint, their heads bowed low, almost touching their chests.

With another thought, Lin Mo separated an extremely pure stream of soul energy from the black sword and injected it into the three people's bodies.

The confusion in the three people's eyes was dispelled in an instant. Their minds, which had been suppressed for too long by the black sword's forced loyalty, finally regained their clarity and refocused.

But they didn't stand up or show any resistance; instead, they lowered their heads even further.

The old man in the gray robe had his forehead almost pressed against the cold stone slab. His voice was hoarse and solemn, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul.

"Master, please give your orders."

"You come from the realm of gods, and I need to know how to get there."

This is Lin Mo's method.

Previously, it was Gao Yang who was anxious because he didn't go to the crack.

Therefore, he had to seal his level and personally throw himself into that rift space to increase his strength.

Now, Gao Yang has severed the connection between the two worlds, taken away his key to return home, and has instead become the one who sits firmly in the realm of gods.

Gao Yang no longer takes the initiative to come to him.

They merely sent down two divine messengers to humiliate and provoke him, hoping to see him go mad.

I want to see myself become the second Gao Yang.

This was Gao Yang's revenge.

But Lin Mo couldn't just wait around.

Since you're not coming, I'll go find you.

We'll storm the realm of gods, kill Gao Yang, and then figure out a way to go home.

This path is more difficult and less controllable than teleporting home directly from level 100.

But compared to sitting in the main hall waiting to become the second Gao Yang, this was the only option.

However, the three demigods remained silent in the face of Lin Mo's question.

The burly man in black spoke first, his voice rough yet extremely low, as if he were talking about something that even he found embarrassing.

"Your Majesty, we were all guided to the realm of gods after death. We only know this one method. As for the specific location of the realm of gods, we have no idea, and we have never heard of anyone ascending to the realm of gods before death."

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

He wasn't surprised by the answer that he would be guided after death.

This is public knowledge on the mainland; everyone knows it.

This message was of no value to him.

Just then, a grayish-white soul emerged from the black sword.

The goddess of judgment hovered beside Lin Mo, her gray hair gleaming faintly under the holy light pillars of the hall.

"I've heard a story that Gao Yang once created a kingdom and then led the entire kingdom to ascend to the heavens, which may be what you call the divine realm."

Lin Mo turned to look at her: "Do you have a way to get there?"

The trial was silent for a long time.

She lowered her head, seemingly recalling some extremely distant moment, her gray eyes swirling with complex patterns of laws. Then she raised her head again, looked at Lin Mo, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Yes, there are, but the conditions are rather stringent."

"What are the conditions?"

"Using a specific formation, to sacrifice the one you love most."