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

"Sacrifice the one you love most."

Upon hearing this method, the hall fell silent for several breaths.

To sacrifice one's most beloved person.

These words, spoken by the judge, carry the unquestionable precision unique to the laws of judgment.

Yin Xue flew up from Lin Mo's shoulder. She lowered her head slightly, her red hair falling down to cover most of her face, her two small hands clasped in front of her, her knuckles slightly white.

She seemed to be doing some kind of mental preparation.

A demon king who was proud to the core, a demon king who never admitted defeat in anything, was now seriously thinking about something.

Mianmian perched on Lin Mo's shoulder, her eight dark eyes fixed on the judgment, then turned to Lin Mo. She didn't speak, but her claws tightened, the tips digging gently into the fabric of Lin Mo's black robe.

She spent almost as much time with Lin Mo as she did with Yin Xue.

They all knew that if someone like Lin Mo had anyone to love in this world, it would only be herself.

Although this love may not be very heavy.

However, Lin Mo laughed when he heard this condition.

It was a laugh tinged with sarcasm.

"It seems I underestimated Gao Yang's wicked sense of humor."

His voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a detached indifference that seemed completely unsurprised.

Everyone else looked at him. Yin Xue raised his head, his scarlet eyes still holding a trace of the lingering unease from the mental preparation he had just undergone.

Lin Mo continued.

"Obviously, this method is designed to drive me to the same level of madness as Gao Yang. He's not content with being the only one going crazy; he wants to drag me down with him."

His tone remained calm, as if stating a fact, but every word seemed to precisely analyze Gao Yang's psychology.

"Sacrificing your loved ones to kill them is the only way to ascend to the realm of gods. This is exactly the same as Gao Yang's own experience. He went mad because of Gao Tiantian's death, so he also wants me to kill my loved ones and become a second him. He's not setting obstacles for me, he's setting traps for me. He wants me to go mad before I even ascend to the realm of gods."

Everyone present remained silent for a few moments, then slowly nodded.

The judge lowered his eyes slightly, a barely perceptible hint of guilt flashing in his gray eyes.

When she proposed this method, she simply relayed the information she knew without thinking too deeply about it.

But Lin Mo's words made her realize that this condition was not a coincidence, but a carefully designed trap.

"But isn't this the only way?"

Yin Xuefei flew up to Lin Mo, crossed his arms, and frowned.

"If we don't do this, how will we find Gao Yang in the realm of gods...?"

"Who said that? Isn't there another way?"

Lin Mo looked down at the three demigods who were still kneeling on the ground.

The old man in gray robes, the old woman, and the burly man in black robes remained kneeling on one knee, the loyalty mark on their foreheads still glowing faintly.

Yin Xue followed Lin Mo's gaze, paused for a moment, then her scarlet eyes suddenly lit up, and her wings began to flap again:

"You mean, after death, you're guided to the realm of gods?"

Lin Mo nodded: "As long as you are a demigod, you have a chance to be guided to the God Realm after death. This is common knowledge on the continent."

The three demigods also looked up at Lin Mo with great surprise.

The old woman spoke with a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"But Your Majesty, to be guided to the realm of gods requires Gao Yang's approval; there has never been a Demon King..."

"Gaoyang needs my strength."

Lin Mo interrupted her directly, his tone remaining calm, as if stating a fact that had already been verified.

"Everything he did from beginning to end was to make me stronger. He needed me to grow strong enough so that he could refine me and use my power to complete the final step of his time law."

Lin Mo slammed the black sword to the ground, the end of the scabbard striking the marble floor tiles with a crisp sound.

"He will definitely guide me. Because he has waited three thousand years just to wait for me."

Yin Xue remained silent for a few moments, then slowly nodded.

She had to admit that Lin Mo was right. Everything Gao Yang did was ultimately to make Lin Mo a "valuable refining material".

He couldn't possibly allow this material to be lost elsewhere after his death.

Then her brows furrowed again, her voice still low, as if reminding Lin Mo of something he might have already thought of but still needed to say again.

"But you'll be dead by then. You can't take the Black Sword with you, and your strength will be greatly reduced; you won't be able to use many of your skills. What will you use to fight Gao Yang then?"

Lin Mo flipped his finger, and a yellowed talisman appeared out of thin air at his fingertip.

The talisman was only the size of a palm, with brittle edges, and the dark golden law patterns on its surface were faintly glowing.

That was the resurrection scroll left to him by the God of Space.

He held the talisman up to Yin Xue, his tone calm, but each word carried a firm weight.

"I can be resurrected then. This talisman will allow me to stand up again in the realm of gods, in my prime."

Yin Xue stared at the yellowed talisman, his scarlet eyes suddenly lighting up.

She flew to the front of the talisman, her two little hands gripping the edge of the paper to carefully examine the law patterns on it. The more she looked, the brighter her eyes became, her wings flapped faster and faster, and her voice returned to its usual arrogant tone.

"That's right, how could I forget about this? If that's the case, after you die, you'll be guided to the God Realm. I'll use our soul connection to locate your position there, then open a teleportation array to find you directly and resurrect you. When you're at your peak in the God Realm, Gao Yang won't be able to escape!"

She was so excited that she kissed the talisman paper hard.

Everyone understood and stepped forward to analyze the feasibility of this route.

The judge spoke first, his tone regaining the calm and composure he displayed in the dock.

"It's theoretically feasible, but there are a few key points that need to be confirmed. First, will the light of divine guidance really descend? Second, will the resurrection scroll still be effective under the laws of the divine realm? Third, can Yin Xue's teleportation array break through the spatial barrier of the divine realm? After all, the divine realm is not a rift; Gao Yang must have laid down the most stringent spatial defenses there."

Yin Xue crossed his arms and replied.

"Give me the teleportation array. No matter how thick the spatial barrier is, as long as I have clear spatial coordinates, I can squeeze through the crack."

At this point, Yin Xue seemed to have thought of something.

"This time, the teleportation array I'm building must not only be able to break through the barrier of the divine realm, but also be able to bring an army there! It's different from the rift there. The demigods of this world can also contribute. We can gather all the capable demigods from various races and go to the divine realm together once the teleportation array is completed."

Hearing this, Lin Mo nodded, pulled the black sword from the floor tiles, and hung it back on his waist.

"What I need to do now is maintain my best condition and wait for the day I go to the realm of the gods."

He looked up at the sky again, his voice soft, as if declaring war on some being deep in the void.

"Gao Yang, just wait, I'm coming to find you."