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

After listening to the big-headed turtle's words, Lin Mo didn't close his eyes again. Instead, he leaned against the stone pillar and looked at the turtle, his semi-transparent, dark blue fingers tapping lightly on his knee.

He suddenly found the turtle quite interesting.

"You just said that you predicted 'how to survive'."

Lin Mo spoke, his tone still as calm as stating facts, but his speech was a few decimal points slower than before, as if he were talking to someone who deserved more questions.

"Have you lived for thousands of years just to use this ability to hide from people?"

The big-headed turtle poked half its head out from under the stone tablet, its two black bean eyes still red. It nodded, then shook its head.

"It wasn't like I was always hiding. When my master was alive, I didn't have to hide. But after my master was captured, I had no choice but to hide."

Its voice noticeably lowered as it spoke.

Lin Mo looked at it, remained silent for a few moments, and then asked.

"Who is your master?"

"The God of Prophecy".

The big-headed turtle raised its head, and a very complex light flashed in its black bean eyes.

There is pride, there is nostalgia, and there is also a desolation left after being washed away by time for too long.

"The Lord of Space and the Lord of Time are at the Origin level, while my master is at the Advanced Being level, only half a level below him. But my master is a very kind person, and they are all willing to be friends with him. His original status in the God Realm was almost the same as that of an Origin-level god."

When it said "like the original deity," it deliberately puffed out its chest, then shrank back down, and its voice became low again.

"But that was tens of thousands of years ago."

"How was he arrested?"

Lin Mo asked very directly.

The big-headed turtle remained silent for a while, its front paws unconsciously scratching at the moss at the bottom of the stone tablet, its voice hoarse and slow.

"Imprisoned by Gao Yang. Gao Yang once attacked the God Realm and captured many gods, but the God Realm also punished Gao Yang's kingdom. Countless gods of the level of sentient beings came here to attack Gao Yang's rear, and my master was among them."

The old tortoise's tone was tinged with confusion as he spoke of this.

"My master predicted that he would fail, but he still came, saying that someone had to do it. I don't know how far ahead he was, but I think what he did was... stupid."

Later, Gao Yang returned here after resolving the issues in the divine realm, imprisoning all the gods. He then forced his master to predict when his sister would be resurrected.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow: "What did the God of Prophecy say?"

The old tortoise paused.

"He activated the prophecy law in front of Gao Yang and told her, 'I see it. In all timelines, no matter how hard you try, your sister has not been resurrected.' Gao Yang didn't say anything, stood there for a long time, then raised his hand and destroyed the temple. The master was also captured by him."

It raised its front paw and pointed to the stone pillars that had collapsed in half and the broken murals around it.

"That's all that's left. I was hiding under the stone tablet. Gao Yang didn't find me, or maybe he did, but he wasn't interested. I've been hiding here for thousands of years. I'm pretty good at that."

It tried to force a smug smile as it spoke its last words, but the smile crumbled halfway through, turning into a very soft sigh.

Lin Mo did not respond immediately.

He looked at the tortoise and reassessed its value in his mind.

The pet of the God of Prophecy witnessed the entire process of Gao Yang's annihilation of the God of Prophecy and hid in the ruins of the divine realm for tens of thousands of years without being discovered by Gao Yang.

Its combat power may be zero, but what it knows about the divine realm, about Gao Yang, and about those original gods who were wiped out, may be more than the Judgment God and the God of War combined.

How much do you know about the current situation in the realm of gods?

Lin Mo changed to a more practical perspective.

The big-headed turtle is clearly more confident in dealing with these kinds of problems.

It stretched its entire head out from under the stone tablet, drew a crooked three-layered circle on the ground with its front paws, and its tone gradually became more fluent.

"This layer, the lowest layer, is called the Servant Soil Layer. It's similar to the mainland, with kings, prisoners, and commoners. There are dozens of cities here, and each city has a demigod-level powerhouse as its city lord, who is responsible for regularly handing over the city's divine soul quota to the divine messenger above."

Its front paws are positioned on the middle circle.

"Going up is the Divine Envoy level, where the Divine Envoys are all personally selected by Gao Yang. Each Divine Envoy is in charge of several cities. They are local emperors in their own territories, and they can do whatever they want. However, they don't dare to go too far."

Above that is the Twilight Layer where Gao Yang resides. Gao Yang lives there and usually doesn't concern himself with matters below, but all the divine messengers know that as long as Gao Yang is alive, they will always remain divine messengers.

Lin Mo roughly understood, so he asked:

"So what do you think Gao Yang is doing right now?"

Big Head shrank back, his voice extremely low, as if he were saying something that no one should hear.

"The old tortoise dared not make wild guesses. But he had been searching for something, or rather, for a person. He searched through all the timelines and every corner where he could possibly find that person, but he still couldn't find it."

"who."

"God of Slaughter".

The big-headed turtle raised its head, its black bean-like eyes fixed on Lin Mo.

"Gao Yang has no laws of slaughter, so he cannot kill the original gods, but can only imprison them. However, the God of Slaughter has sealed himself too deeply, and even the laws of time cannot be found."

Lin Mo did not answer.

He leaned against the stone pillar, shifting his gaze from the giant tortoise to the hazy sky of the divine realm outside the temple, and tapped his fingers lightly on his knee.

The old tortoise's words resolved one of his doubts.

Before returning from the rift, Lin Mo had always thought that Gao Yang just needed someone strong enough.

Lin Mo only realized something was wrong after he severed the connection between Earth and this world.

Would someone who has waited for three thousand years cut off their own escape route for just one person?

It now seems that what he truly needs is the killing principle within himself.

By using the Law of Slaughter to kill the original gods, the power of the primordial law is absorbed and integrated into the Law of Time.

Finally, I went home.

This is Gao Yang's plan.

Like Lin Mo, he also needs the God of Slaughter.

Just as Lin Mo was thinking this, his perception suddenly detected an extremely faint and extremely familiar spatial fluctuation.

The fluctuation came from afar, passing through layers of clouds and the interference of laws surrounding the ruins, precisely striking into his perception range.

Someone is teleporting.

No, someone is forcibly breaking through the spatial barrier of the divine realm and is teleporting in this direction.

It is Yin blood.

She came, but not alone.

He sensed a second aura, a holy light aura, long and gentle, which belonged to Xilar.

Then comes the third dish, Mianmian.

She did not transform into her giant spider form; she was currently in the form of a tiny spider the size of a palm.

It was perched on Yin Xue's shoulder, its eight slender legs gripping Yin Xue's collar tightly, clearly shaken quite a bit by the teleportation.

But their landing point was off.

Instead of landing directly in the abandoned temple, it was pushed towards the city not far away by some residual spatial interference.

It was the city where he had killed the god overseer before. The group headed straight for the military camp in the town center, where there were several demigods.

Lin Mo stood up, and the pale blue aura of his soul body flickered slightly in the dim temple.

We'll think about Gao Yang later; right now, we need to reunite with Yin Xue.