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

Noval stood on the city wall, watching the dark blue figure walking from the city gate, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He recognized the face.

It was a kill order personally issued by the divine messenger.

He still remembers the wording of that divine decree; every word seems to be branded into his mind with the laws of nature.

"Any traces of Lin Mo discovered in the soil must be reported immediately; no reports may be submitted without authorization."

He instinctively took half a step back, then immediately turned around and shouted into the city.

"Quickly inform the upper realm! He is Lin..."

Before he finished speaking, several dark streaks of law materialized around him.

Those streaks of light didn't come from any particular direction; they were generated simultaneously from the void around his body.

It was as if the space itself had been imbued with the will of the law of slaughter, actively weaving itself into a cage that trapped him in the very center, and then suddenly tightening.

Before Noval could even react, his body was pierced from all sides by those dark golden streaks.

The sound of bones shattering exploded in the air for only a moment before falling silent.

Silvery-white divine blood sprayed down from the city walls, hissing and burning as it landed on the gravel road.

The entire room fell silent.

The few surviving demigod soldiers looked up at the pool of silvery-white blood still slowly flowing on the city wall.

The weapon slipped silently from his hand, his knees went weak, but he didn't even dare to kneel.

Xilar stood there, looking like a statue nailed to the spot.

She has seen many souls in the realm of gods.

Lin Mo, whose soul had only recently died, had not yet completed any adaptation to the laws of the God Realm.

Logically speaking, a newly ascended mortal soul would have difficulty even gaining a foothold in the realm of gods.

Being able to exert less than half of one's strength in life is considered exceptional talent.

This doesn't even include skill bonuses.

But he was able to defeat Noval, a demigod who had reached the threshold of the level of all beings, in an instant under these circumstances.

The strongest city lord in the eastern part of the Yitu layer was killed by him with a single glance.

Yin Xue was not surprised at all by this.

She slung the black sword over her shoulder and strode towards Lin Mo with her long legs, exuding an air of arrogance and self-righteousness as she spoke.

"This sword is really useful. The damage range doubles after you infuse it with blood magic. Did you see that sword net move? I invented it myself. Let me play with it more often in the future. I'll help you develop some new combos."

Lin Mo rolled her eyes at her, her tone flat but her refusal utterly blunt.

"Your wielding of the black sword is too loud; it can be heard across half the city. We're here to resurrect people, not to massacre the city."

Yin Xue pursed his lips, but did not refute.

Lin Mo was right; she did indeed slaughter Tu Shuang and then casually demolished the entire military camp.

She waved behind her, and Mianmian, now the size of a palm, nestled on her shoulder.

He still had a fragment of a law crystal chewed off the armor of some unlucky demigod, making a crunching sound as he chewed it.

"Time is running out, let's revive quickly."

Lin Mo spoke up.

Yin Xue took out the yellowed resurrection scroll from his inner robe.

Stimulated by the laws of the divine realm, a ring of pale golden flame spontaneously ignited around the edge of the talisman.

She dropped her joking expression, took the talisman, unfolded it, and used her ten fingers to draw dense blood magic handprints on its surface.

Dark red blood magic threads extended from her fingertips into the talisman paper, slowly flowing along the dark gold resurrection law patterns.

The talisman suddenly exploded in her palm, turning into countless tiny golden specks of light.

The points of light did not dissipate, but were drawn by some unseen force, surging towards Lin Mo's soul.

The first speck of light landed on his arm, then the second, the third, and countless more.

Flesh and blood regrowed along the outline of the soul.

First, the bones, with dark golden killing laws imprinting dense patterns of law patterns on the surface of the bones.

Then came the tendons, muscles, and skin; every inch of newly formed flesh and blood shone faintly in the aura of the soul.

Because the new body is reshaped based on the soul, and the degree of compatibility with the soul has reached a perfect level.

Without any rejection or loss, Lin Mo could feel every muscle fiber in his body contracting at the most precise position, and every meridian operating in the smoothest way.

As the last speck of light merged into his fingertips, he looked down at his hands, which had regained their physical form.

Clenching his fist, his knuckles made a crisp cracking sound, and the shockwave from his fist crushed several pieces of gravel into dust.

"Hmm, I didn't expect the resurrection scroll to have this effect."

He moved his wrists, feeling the power within him that was more fluid and easier to control than before he died.

Previously, when using a physical body, there was always an extremely thin membrane between the soul and the body.

That is the upper limit of the natural compatibility between an ordinary mortal body and a soul.

No matter how high your level, it's difficult to avoid unless you delve into the laws of the soul.

But this new physical body was directly reshaped by the Law of Resurrection based on his soul form.

Every bone and every inch of skin was custom-made for him, with an absurdly high degree of fit.

Yin Xue flew onto his shoulder, crossed her legs and sat down, her tone returning to its usual arrogant self.

"What's next? Stick to the original plan? Siral stays here to set up the teleportation array, and we go find Gao Yang?"

Lin Mo nodded and looked up at the sky.

The clouds of the divine realm still pressed down from above in layers, gray, silver, and pale gold.

Between the three layers of clouds, one could vaguely see the light of laws flowing.

Gao Yang is on the top floor.

Just as he was about to leave, a stuttering voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Wait, wait, sir."

The old tortoise scrambled and crawled from the edge of the ruins, its four short legs moving incredibly fast.

"Where are you going? To find Gao Yang? What do you want with Gao Yang?"

It ran to Lin Mo's feet, raised its head, which was several times larger than that of an ordinary tortoise, and its black bean eyes were filled with disbelief.

Lin Mo glanced back at it and spoke calmly.

"Of course, we should kill him."

The old turtle's mouth twitched visibly.

"But you can't kill Gao Yang now, sir. He has refined the Law of Time, which means that without reaching the Origin Level, it is impossible to break the closed loop of the Law of Time. You can't kill Gao Yang; only the God of Slaughter has that ability."

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

Yin Xue had the same expression.

She crossed her arms, her bloodshot eyes swirling with undisguised agitation.

She had heard that name far too many times.

The Space God said it, Gao Yang's parents said it, and the Space Old Man also said it.

Now even this old tortoise I just met is talking about it.

Everyone mentions this name, but no one can say exactly where the God of Slaughter is.

She flew up to the old tortoise, her tone clearly impatient: "Do you know where the God of Slaughter is?"

The old tortoise shook its head.

Yin Xue's wings flapped suddenly, almost hitting the old turtle's nose.

"Then what do you have to say! What's the use of just giving a name if you don't know the location? How are we supposed to find him?"

The old tortoise was slapped so hard that it shrank its neck by half an inch, but this time it didn't completely retract into its shell.

It raised its front paw and carefully drew a crooked symbol on the ground.

Then it raised its head, and a very complex light shone in its black bean eyes.

It spoke, its voice more solemn than ever before.

"I don't know where he is, but I know a way to become a god of slaughter."