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

Bai Rong was the first to see Lin Mo.

He slowly stood up, his gaze fixed on the boy. He didn't speak or cheer, as if he was waiting for something.

Long Feiyu saw it too.

He sat on the ground, still holding Xilar's cold hand in his arms.

As he watched Lin Mo walk out, what flashed through his mind was the black-robed figure standing in front of the light screen on the day of the trial in Holy Village, tearing apart the three-thousand-year-old fig leaf of the Holy See.

Laihu slumped to the ground, the flying beast's breathing had stopped.

He looked up at Lin Mo, his chapped lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.

At this moment, the scene in his mind was still the one where a group of people decided to revolt in the secret room.

Gradually, more and more people noticed Lin Mo's figure.

No one speaks.

No one shouted "Long live the Emperor!" and no one knelt down.

Everyone just stared at Lin Mo, as if waiting for him to speak, or as if afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would blow the figure in front of them away.

Lin Mo stood in the void.

He looked up at the sky, which still bore the marks of deconstruction, and then spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"I have won. Gao Yang is dead."

There was a moment of silence.

"Long live Your Majesty!"

Bai Rong roared it out with all his might, his voice cracking like sandpaper grinding iron.

Then came the second sound, the third sound...

They exploded from different directions, surging in like echoes, layer upon layer.

The soldiers threw the broken swords into the air, and the broken swords spun down and stuck in the ashes.

The demigods stopped running. Some of them took off their nearly shattered divine armor and threw it to the ground, as if shaking off a nightmare that had haunted them for half their lives.

Some people wept bitterly, while others stood back to back, like driftwood pulled from the same drowning water.

An old soldier from the remnants of the divine army knelt in the ashes, not to Lin Mo, but to his dead kin.

He scooped up a handful of black ash, which leaked through his fingers like ashes.

He cried so hard he couldn't speak, only letting out a wild, animalistic wail.

Long Feiyu could no longer hold on and plopped down in the ash heap, grinning, but his voice sounded like crying.

He looked up at the sky, clutching a handful of black ash in his hand, the ash slowly leaking through his fingers.

"I've finally avenged you, my child."

Silar sat beside him, tears already streaming down his face.

She placed her hand on the back of Long Feiyu's hand, said nothing, and simply pressed it gently.

Su Lin planted the warrior team's swords into the ground, knelt down, and whispered, "It's finally over."

After saying that, she wiped her face with her sleeve, leaving two dirty streaks on her cheeks from the black ash mixed with tears.

Mianmian jumped out from the crowd and leaped onto Lin Mo's shoulder in a few steps.

The fluffy head nestled into his neck, and it whispered "Daddy."

Lin Mo didn't respond, but gently rubbed her head with his chin.

Before the cheers had even subsided, the sky changed.

The gray-black snowflakes floating above everyone's heads suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if gently pressed down by an invisible hand.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of silvery-white light descended straight down from the depths of the sky.

There was no thunder, no roar, and even the wind seemed to have been sucked away.

The light was so quiet it was almost sacred, illuminating the entire broken layer of twilight.

A tall figure emerged from the light.

His white hair was tied up with a crown, his silver robe was as bright as the moon, and his face was as serene as a deity who had stepped out of an ancient mural.

His appearance did not cause any tremors; instead, it caused all the tremors to pause for a moment.

Immediately afterward, a very faint sound of footsteps came from behind Lin Mo.

The God of Time emerged from the shattered void, no longer as disheveled and careless as before.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his back ramrod straight, his pipe long since put away, and his white beard swaying slightly in the silver light, giving him an air of ancient solemnity.

The first to react were Judgment and the God of War.

They recognized the newcomer simply by his scent.

The two stepped forward, their voices trembling with barely suppressed emotion.

"Lord of Space! You have been resurrected."

"Lord Time God! You've returned too?!"

Their voice directly uttered the names of the two supreme gods.

The angels and demigods below came to their senses and knelt down one after another.

The sounds of armor plates colliding rose and fell, like a rapid hailstorm hitting the ground.

The messengers of the gods prostrated themselves so low that their foreheads almost touched the pebbles beneath their feet.

"Supreme God! We have been bewitched by Gao Yang!"

"That's right! We've long hated him to the core, and Gao Yang ordered us to do all those things!"

"Lord Lin Mo, you fought well! We are willing to serve the divine realm!"

……

This was their only choice. Gao Yang was dead. They either became prisoners of the human empire or fought to the death against Lin Mo.

Now that people from the divine realm have arrived, as long as they show their loyalty, they can at least be spared.

On the other hand, none of the human empires knelt down.

The soldiers, holding their weapons, stood in a haphazard but upright manner.

Many of them were covered in wounds, their armor torn and their robes ripped, and they were so exhausted that they could barely stand without the help of their companions, but not one of them bent down.

They didn't know anything about the God of Space or the God of Time; they only knew that these beings who descended from the sky and made angels and divine messengers kneel on the ground seemed to be even more ancient and noble than Gao Yang.

They could not understand the cries of the divine messengers.

But they knew one thing: they were Lin Mo's soldiers, members of the human empire.

They only knelt before Lin Mo, and they only listened to Lin Mo.

Some people even looked at each other with disdain and whispered among themselves.

"What kind of supreme god is this? If he's really that powerful, he hasn't shown his face in three thousand years."

"Exactly, in the end, didn't it all come down to His Majesty?"

"Hehe, Your Majesty is truly amazing."

……

Bai Rong looked at the two gods, slowly lifted his dulled sword from the ground, and held it in his hand again.

Lai Hu spat out a mouthful of blood and glared fiercely ahead, as if trying to bolster his courage.

Su Lin and the members of the Warriors' Squad did not move, their faces were pale and their lips were tightly pressed together.

He Yuan didn't kneel. He even picked up the broken half of the lens and put it back on his glasses. He looked at the two figures with a complicated expression and said softly.

"I don't care who they are. I may be a civil official, but I'm not afraid of uprisings. I'm just stubborn."

The commotion below did not attract the attention of the two gods.

The Space God did not look at the messengers kneeling on the ground.

He walked straight up to Lin Mo, stopped seven steps away, and nodded slightly to Lin Mo.

The God of Time stopped and nodded slightly.

This single action caused the divine messengers below to gasp in astonishment.

These are the two oldest and most revered deities in the divine realm.

Even Gao Yang, whom they regarded as a junior, was bowing so deeply to a young man of mortal origin.

Bai Rong's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Laihu's mouth was so wide open that a fist could fit inside.

The angels knelt on the ground, not daring to lift their heads, but their hearts were in turmoil.

One of the demigods couldn't help but squeeze out a sound through gritted teeth.

"Is the God... bowing down to a mortal?"