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

Lin Mo's soul plummeted rapidly through the ascension passage.

Gao Yang's grip completely disrupted the landing point of the passage. He, who should have landed steadily on the Holy Light Plain, was now like a stone thrown haphazardly by a catapult.

It passed through layers of spatial folds, through the thick legal barriers of the divine realm, and finally crashed heavily onto a pile of rubble.

The soul body made no sound when it landed, but he could feel the hard texture of the ground.

The land of the divine realm is denser than that of the continent, and every inch of soil is permeated with a high concentration of residual laws, making it feel like stepping on solidified thunderclouds.

He immediately sensed the difference between the divine realm's laws and environment and that of the mainland.

The gravity here is lighter, and the air is filled with visible strands of light from the laws of nature. Every breath feels like inhaling and exhaling diluted divine power.

For the physical body, this environment requires time to adapt, but for the soul, it is more flexible.

Without the constraints of a physical body, the soul moves faster and has a wider range of perception than it did on the mainland.

He raised his translucent palm and watched the pale blue wisps of soul light flow between his fingers.

He sensed the activity level of the killing law within his body under the environment of the divine realm's laws, and then nodded slightly.

His strength is still there, and he can still use the laws. Although he is much weaker than when he was alive, he can still handle anyone who is not Gao Yang.

Before he could even observe his surroundings, a group of people approached from around the corner of the gravel road ahead.

The leader was a divine overseer, tall and thin, wearing a dark blue standard robe with a silver badge engraved with a holy emblem pinned to his chest.

Behind him followed six or seven figures with wings on their backs, but those wings were not the holy white of angels, but a dull, dark gray covered in dirt.

Its feathers were sparse, and there were several old scars on the wingtips from being whipped.

They were prisoners, with law-bound shackles around their necks, the shackles linked together by a thick chain.

With each step, the chains emitted a dull metallic clanging sound.

As the protoss overseer walked, he lashed out at the prisoner at the back with a thin whip, muttering curses under his breath.

The overseer saw Lin Mo.

He tilted his head and glanced at the unfamiliar soul that had suddenly appeared by the roadside, his brows furrowing slightly.

He slung the whip over his shoulder, took two steps toward Lin Mo, and spoke in a sharp and arrogant voice.

"I'm really lucky today. Every extra person I catch means one more quota. This month..."

Lin Mo didn't wait for him to finish speaking.

The dark golden law of slaughter silently spread out from the soul body, sweeping across the entire gravel road like a drawn blade.

In that instant, there were no unnecessary movements; the overseer's mouth was still in the shape of the last word.

But the shackles around the necks of the prisoners behind him shattered in unison, scattering across the ground.

Before the overseer could even react to what was happening, his body was neatly split in two from the very center—not cleaved apart, but sentenced to death by the very law itself.

The silvery-white blood unique to the gods gushed out from the fracture, splashing onto the gravel road and making a hissing, burning sound.

The prisoners stood frozen in place, looking down at the shattered shackles around their necks, then looking up at Lin Mo. Their expressions shifted from bewilderment to shock, and then from shock to fear.

An older prisoner was the first to react.

He knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the gravel, his voice trembling and urgent.

"My lord, you'd better hurry! The patrols change shifts every half an incense stick's time. If the foreman is found dead, the city lord will come to arrest you himself!"

Lin Mo looked down at him, her tone as calm as if she were asking for directions.

"Who is the city lord?"

The older prisoner looked up, his wrinkled face filled with fear of the name.

"The city lord is Lord Nova! A demigod-level angel, he is responsible for managing the soul collection quota of all the gods in this area, and regularly submits the souls to the divine messengers above."

He stretched out a withered finger and pointed to the sky above, which was covered by thick clouds.

"Looking up from here, above the clouds is where the divine messengers reside. Each divine messenger governs several cities, and they regularly send the collected souls upwards. Above that are the gods of the entire divine realm."

Lin Mo looked up following his finger.

"It seems that Gao Yang really did build this place as if it were a divine realm."

Having been to the rift, Lin Mo knew that the true realm of gods was not here; this was merely Gao Yang's kingdom.

But he built his kingdom into three levels, just like the realm of gods.

"Sir, you need to find a place to hide."

The old prisoner lowered his voice and urged him urgently.

"Lord Nova is a demigod, and his patrols are spread throughout the city. He will soon find out that you killed the overseer."

Lin Mo did not refute.

He really needs to find a place to stay temporarily.

It wasn't that he was afraid of these so-called demigods and divine messengers, but rather that he was currently in a soul form, the Black Sword wasn't with him, the resurrection scroll hadn't been delivered yet, and Gao Yang could locate him at any time through the law network.

Before Yin Xue delivers the black sword and the resurrection scroll, he needs a hiding place where he can temporarily avoid Gao Yang's perception.

An elderly resident who had been silent in the corner suddenly spoke up.

He was a hunchbacked old man, his prison uniform was more tattered than everyone else's, and there was an old scar on his neck left from being bound by the shackles of the law for too long.

He hesitated for a long time before raising his hand shakily, his voice hoarse and slow.

"My lord, there is an abandoned temple on the very edge of the town. It used to be dedicated to an ancient god, but Gao Yang has long since destroyed him. The temple is mostly destroyed, but some traces of the laws still remain in the ruins. They might be able to interfere with the divine messenger's perception scan. We used to hide there when we escaped."

Lin Mo nodded to him and turned to walk towards the edge of town.

The abandoned temple sits on a wasteland on the very edge of town, covered by knee-high withered grass and layers of unknown black vines.

Three of the main stone pillars on the front of the temple have collapsed, leaving only the last one leaning precariously to support half of the broken vault. The reliefs on the vault have been weathered away for who knows how many years.

The stone walls inside the temple are covered with incomplete murals and inscriptions.

Most of them have been blurred by time, and only a few stone tablets in the corners of the wall still have characters that are barely legible.

The inscription on the stone tablet is extremely ancient; it is neither the common language of the mainland nor any of the runes currently used in the divine realm.

However, after merging with many fragments of divine laws, Lin Mo gained a kind of perception ability that transcended language.

He could tell that the two words on the stone tablet were "prophecy".

Turning his head to look at the murals on the stone wall, Lin Mo frowned slightly.

The first picture.

A boy stands on the altar, below which a group of priests raise their hands in worship.

The second picture.

The boy, wielding a longsword, pierced the priest's chest.

The third picture.

The sword in the boy's hand turned black, and the bodies of the church priests and pastors lay scattered on the ground.

……

Looking at these murals, Lin Mo murmured, "This is... me?"