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

When Yin Xue and Mianmian arrived at the edge of the floating island, Zhou Yue was the first to greet them.

The veteran still stood ramrod straight, a faint smile on his face.

He glanced at Yin Xue, then at the Judge and the God of War who landed behind her, and nodded slightly in greeting.

During the time he was refining the Soul Gem, he could also sense what was happening outside and knew the relationship between the two gods and Lin Mo.

Then he spoke, his tone carrying a hint of relief.

"Lin Mo is fine. The fusion is complete. You've come at the right time. He's waiting for you inside."

After saying that, he pointed to the very center of the floating island.

Several people looked over at the same time.

Lin Mo remained seated cross-legged, the black sword resting across his lap.

He lowered his head, as if examining the dark gold patterns on the black sword that had been rearranged after incorporating the complete laws of slaughter.

It also seemed like he was simply spacing out.

The wind on the floating island was still, as if even the air dared not disturb this human who had just completed some kind of transformation.

The God of War and the Judgement sensed a change in Lin Mo's aura.

Previously, Lin Mo was only a demigod, and even though he was powerful, he was still only a demigod in terms of rank.

But now, just this aura alone is enough to keep these two real gods from getting close.

Yin Xue and Mianmian acted first, without any hesitation or noticing anything unusual.

One flapped its wings, and the other ran barefoot excitedly toward Lin Mo.

The Judgement and the God of War followed behind, their pace half a beat slower than theirs.

The moment Lin Mo turned around upon hearing the noise, both Judgment and the God of War froze.

To be precise, their bodies reacted before their consciousness.

It was an instinct screaming, a trembling soul, and the laws within its body contracting, curling, and trying to escape uncontrollably as if sensing a natural enemy.

Lin Mo simply turned his head and glanced at them.

That one glance made the judge feel as if an invisible, cold hand had gripped his heart, and all the sounds around him vanished in an instant, leaving only a deathly silence.

She felt as if she were looking at an altar made of bones, upon which sat the very end of all things.

That aura wasn't deliberately released; it contained no killing intent, no hostility. It simply existed, quietly and naturally enveloping her, giving rise to an extremely absurd yet extremely real thought.

If someone wants her to die, she doesn't need a reason or a process; death has already occurred.

The God of War was even more pathetic than the Judgement.

His Soul Battle Axe trembled violently at his waist, and the silver-white light threads on the blade surged wildly, as if trying to break free from his grasp.

His legs felt like they were filled with lead, and his silvery-white stubble stood on end. Just one look was enough to sober him up completely.

He had been a war god for hundreds of thousands of years, and he had never felt this way in front of any being, not even when Gao Yang stormed the God Realm.

He instinctively wanted to put his hand on the axe handle, but stopped halfway up.

It wasn't that he was being suppressed; it was his instinct that told him that pulling out the axe was pointless.

In the face of absolute end, resistance is itself a pathetic futility.

But Yin Xue and Mian Mian didn't feel that way at all.

Yin Xue had already flown to Lin Mo's side, slapped him on the shoulder, and flapped its wings excitedly.

"Haha! I knew you could do it!"

Mianmian knelt down beside Lin Mo, took out a clean handkerchief from who-knows-where, and stretched out her arm to wipe non-existent sweat from his forehead.

After wiping away his sweat for a while without success, I started smoothing his hair instead, muttering to myself.

Phrases like, "Is Dad tired?"

Zhou Yue stood to the side, arms crossed, saying nothing, only smiling slightly.

Feeling the two carefree warmths, Lin Mo slowly withdrew the suffocating aura of death.

Both the Judge and the God of War gasped sharply, their backs already soaked with cold sweat.

The way they looked at Lin Mo was completely different from before.

It's not about respect for the strong, nor about trust in allies, but something deeper and more primal.

It's like a rabbit's fear of a wolf.

Lin Mo ignored their reactions and spoke calmly, his tone indifferent: "Next, it's time to go back and settle accounts with Gao Yang."

Yin Xue flew off Lin Mo's shoulder and snapped his fingers.

"Yes! I'll go find the Old Man of Time right now and have him send us back three thousand years."

As they spoke, they were about to fly off the floating island.

Lin Mo shook his head.

"no need."

Everyone was taken aback.

Yin Xue was suspended in mid-air, his wings forgotten to flap, and he fell down a bit before he started flapping again.

"If we don't find the Time God, how are we supposed to get back? This place is a full three thousand years removed from our original timeline! Who else but the Old Man of Time can send us back?"

Lin Mo slowly raised the black sword.

The dark golden killing law patterns on the sword glowed faintly with his movements, without any sword aura, domain, or fancy law fluctuations.

He simply raised his sword and whispered something, as if speaking to himself.

"Next, I will kill the Time Law left behind by Gao Yang."

The black sword slashed down.

There was no sound of wind breaking, no sword light, and not even the slightest fluctuation of the laws emanating from it.

The sword struck the void, striking time itself. Then space cracked, and time cracked too.

A golden teleportation portal silently opened before him.

The temporal turbulence emanating from inside the passage flowed slowly like solidified lava.

The judge swallowed hard, his grey eyes reflecting the passageway, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"So this is the law of slaughter. It has killed the distance of space and the interval of time... What terrifying power."

The God of War's lips twitched, and his silvery-white stubble trembled even more violently than before. He squeezed out a few words in a muffled voice.

"Damn it... If he can even kill time, then what can't he kill? This isn't a demigod, this is a living father."

Yin Xue was also stunned. After a moment, he murmured two words: "Awesome."

At this moment, Lin Mo had already stepped halfway into the teleportation channel and glanced at them from the side.

"Don't just stand there, let's go."

Mianmian was the first to follow, followed by Yin Xue, then Judgment and War God, and finally Zhou Yue.

Inside the teleportation channel, golden light enveloped everyone. Yin Xue climbed back onto Lin Mo's shoulder, its wings fluttering gently in the turbulent flow of time.

She suddenly frowned and muttered in a tone that was both serious and confused, "I feel like I've forgotten something."

……

Outside the passage, a figure rushed over; it was none other than the Time God.

He stared at the empty floating island in silence for a long time, then roared, "Yin Xue! You haven't finished your work yet!"