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

He had personally experienced every scene depicted in the painting.

Each one is so precise that even the way he holds the sword and the arc of the dark light on the blade are perfectly accurate.

But this is just too much of a coincidence.

When he first arrived in the realm of gods, the first place he stayed was a set of murals that completely recorded his past experiences.

Yin Xue isn't here, Mian Mian isn't here, Hei Jian isn't here. Who painted these pictures? When were they painted? And why were they painted here of all places?

Just as he was thinking this, the stone tablet with the word "prophecy" engraved on it suddenly moved very slightly.

The movement was extremely small, as if something had moved an inch very slowly at the bottom of the stone tablet.

But in front of Lin Mo, whose mental strength exceeded ten million, even this slight movement was impossible to hide.

Lin Mo's figure flashed, and his semi-transparent soul body landed in front of the stone tablet like a ghostly blue afterimage.

The stone tablet stopped moving again, standing silently and upright in place, as if the movement just now was merely an illusion caused by a slight tremor in the ground.

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes, looking down at the stone tablet.

His right hand was raised, and the dark golden law of slaughter slowly condensed at his fingertips, the light reflecting every crack on the surface of the stone tablet clearly.

His tone was very soft and indifferent, as if he were talking to a real stone.

"Should I come out myself, or should I smash you to pieces to get you out?"

The stone tablet remained completely still.

It stood there steadily, its surface rough and cracked, with moss at the bottom still damp with morning dew.

It really does look like just an ordinary stone.

Lin Mo chuckled and didn't waste any words.

The killing law on his raised palm suddenly condensed into a dark golden blade, about to slash down at the stone tablet.

Just then, a panicked voice came from the bottom of the stone tablet. The voice was very high-pitched and had a sharp quality that came from someone who was terrified.

"Wait...wait! I'm coming out! I'm coming out! Don't smash it! Don't smash it! This rock is my home; if you smash it, it's gone!"

A turtle's head protruded from the bottom of the stone tablet.

Its head was a size larger than that of an ordinary turtle, with a smooth bald head. Its two black bean-like eyes were looking up in terror at the dark golden flame of the killing law that was still dancing at Lin Mo's fingertip.

Lin Mo looked down at the tortoise, the flames of law at his fingertips hovering in mid-air, neither striking down nor retracting.

He repeatedly checked it with his senses, but no matter how he scanned, there were only extremely weak fluctuations of laws within the turtle's body, so weak that it couldn't even be considered a dust-level god.

He had assumed that something even stranger was hiding beneath the stone tablet.

A remnant soul of a native god sealed away, a surveillance puppet left behind by Gao Yang, or even possibly an avatar of Gao Yang himself.

But none of those are true; it's just a turtle.

After all, before the glans of the penis emerged, his mental power could not perceive this creature at all.

Seeing that Lin Mo didn't chop it down, the tortoise quickly stretched its head out another half inch, forcing out a smile that was even uglier than crying.

"I am Big-Headed Turtle, I just live here. This stone tablet is my home. I really just live here, I'm not a bad person. Can you please take that ball of light away? It makes my legs weak."

"Big-headed turtle?"

Lin Mo frowned slightly; he had never seen this name in any ancient texts or in the memories of any deity.

The big-headed turtle nodded hurriedly, its head bobbing up and down rapidly, its voice carrying a hint of nervousness as it tried to prove its innocence.

"I was the pet of the original owner of this temple. After the owner died, I hid here and never went anywhere. The people of Gaoyang searched this ruin several times, and each time I hid under the stone tablet and they didn't find me."

Lin Mo slowly withdrew the killing law from his fingertips and pointed to the murals on the stone wall behind him.

"Did you paint all these murals?"

Following Lin Mo's finger, the big-headed turtle glanced at the mural on the wall, then instinctively shrank its head half an inch into its shell. A hint of guilt flashed in its black bean eyes, and its voice became somewhat embarrassed.

"Yes... I just drew these. My master is the god of prophecy. I've been with him for so long that I've picked up a bit of prophetic ability. So I drew these to attract your attention so I could sneak away. But I was caught red-handed after only half an inch away."

As it spoke, its voice grew softer and softer, and its head shrank lower and lower, almost completely retracting into its shell.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, a barely perceptible look of surprise appearing on his semi-transparent, dark blue face.

"Can prophetic abilities predict the future, and also the past?"

He pointed to the exquisitely detailed murals on the stone wall behind him.

"These paintings depict events that have already occurred; can you see my past reflected in them?"

The big-headed turtle gave an awkward laugh again: "No, no, no, sir, you misunderstand. I wasn't predicting your future, I was predicting my own."

It stretched out its short front paws and pointed to the mural on the wall, its voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness.

"When I was painting these, I didn't actually know who you were. I only knew that a powerful person was coming. Would he kill me? How could I survive? Then my prophetic ability activated on its own. Following the question of 'how could I survive,' I prophesied how to paint the next stroke while I was painting the murals, which is how these murals came to be."

Lin Mo remained silent.

This tortoise is even more timid than a mouse, but its ability to predict the future is quite terrifying.

It's not about passively predicting the future, but actively forecasting the answer to a specific question.

Furthermore, its scope of prediction can transcend the boundaries of time, covering both the past and the future.

This level of application of prophetic laws would be at least at the top level among all living beings, even among the original deities.

And what does it use this ability for?

They were used to paint murals, and then sneaked away while people were looking at the paintings.

Lin Mo glanced at it: "Boring."

After uttering those two words, he turned and walked to a half-collapsed stone staircase in the temple ruins, brushed away the rubble and withered vines, and sat down cross-legged.

His soul emanated a faint, eerie blue glow in the dimly lit temple, his eyes closed.

Perception spreads outwards like an invisible tide, encompassing every inch of land within a radius of several kilometers, every fluctuation of laws, and the breath of every living being.

The patrolling soldiers were still blindly searching around the ruins.

Not far away in the city, the divine overseers were whipping a new batch of prisoners.

Further away, above the clouds, one could faintly hear the sound of some enormous law at work.

All he needs to do now is wait for Yin Xue to arrive.

Seeing that Lin Mo wasn't interested in him, the big-headed turtle breathed a long sigh of relief.

He quietly tucked his head back to the bottom of the stone tablet, suppressing his breathing to a minimum.

I thought things would just stay quiet like this.

Unexpectedly, a moment later, the stone tablet began to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a sob drifted out from the bottom of the stone tablet.

Lin Mo opened his eyes, his tone revealing undisguised impatience: "Why are you crying?"

The sobbing beneath the stone tablet abruptly ceased, remaining silent for two breaths before the glans cautiously emerged again.

At this moment, its two black bean-like eyes were filled with tears, wetting the moss at the base of the stone tablet.

It hastily wiped away its tears with its front paws, its voice hoarse and choked with sobs.

"I... I was bored. Seeing that you hadn't said anything, I used my prophetic ability again to see what you would do in the future."

Lin Mo frowned slightly: "What did you see?"

"I saw your family reunited. You were sitting at home with your parents and a little girl with white hair massaging their backs... It was such a heartwarming scene that I couldn't hold back my tears."