The dormant breath of Imperial Clan Court has been seeping out since dawn, and by noon it has become so thick that it seems to change half of Divine Capital's sky to dark blue, but it has never really broken through. It just hangs in the critical position, and it lasts for most of the day.
Fang Mo is sitting in Duty Room in Block C, Room Shen prison. There is a rough wooden table in front of him, and the table is covered with old sheepskin pictures that he dug out from Block Xin.
That picture showed the distribution direction of Heavenly Prison Ten Blocks. Every grid that had been stepped on had a thick cross drawn by him with a charcoal pen.
Block A, fork.
Block B, fork.
Block C, Room Shen prison, fork.
Geng Character Room, fork.
Block Xin, fork.
Block Gui, fork.
Ji Block, fork.
The remaining three spaces are still empty.
Old Yan came in from the door carrying two bowls of hot porridge, pushed one bowl in front of Fang Mo, held the other bowl by himself, and stood beside him to drink. He looked at the picture in silence for a long time before speaking.
"Head of the household, with these three remaining rooms, do you have any plans on where to start?"
Fang Mo used a charcoal pen to make dots on the blank space, but there were no solid dots.
"Don't worry, let's find out the basics of Block Gui first, and then talk about other things."
"Block Gui?" Old Yan raised his eyebrows while holding the porridge bowl, "Isn't it already cleared over there? Master Miao Yin has been taken out and used, what is left for the Demon Rearing Hall that has not been dealt with?"
"Divine Fetus is still here."
Old Yan finished the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl, licked his lips, nodded thoughtfully, and said nothing.
There was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the door. They were not walking at an ordinary pace, but running. The soles of their boots stepped on the stone slabs, so fast that they even scrambled their steps.
Mo Qianshan pushed open the door, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, panting heavily, and the talisman leather armor on his body that suppressed Blood Fiend Pill's residual energy was soaked with sweat.
"The boss is in bad shape."
Fang Mo put down the charcoal and turned to look at him.
"Say."
"There was a movement over there at Block Gui. It was a big movement. I was leading people to Blood Fiend Pill over there at Block B. Suddenly I felt something underneath pulling Aura towards the direction of Block Gui. It was pulling so hard that two of my men were pulled down on the spot."
Mo Qianshan finished speaking in one breath and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"I personally went to see it. The entire floor of Guizifang's Yumo Hall is heating up. The color is burning from the inside out. It's different from before. It's alive."
Fang Mo stood up and took God Slaying Saber off the wall.
"Lead the way."
Old Yan put the bowl on the table, followed, turned his head and called out.
"Iron Bull, don't sleep, let's go."
There was a muffled groan from deep in the corridor. Iron Bull held on to the door frame and swung out. He rubbed his eyes, picked up Big Iron Hammer and put it on his shoulders, then stepped forward to follow.
The group of people walked through the main corridor of Block C, Room Shen prison and walked deeper into Heavenly Prison. The further they walked, the more obvious the heat seeping from the ground became. It passed from the soles of the feet and spread up the legs, as if something was burning under the ground that had not been extinguished.
Old Yan tentatively put his hand on the stone wall of the corridor, took it back, and took a breath.
"Hot."
"What's weirder than the heat is the smell," Mo Qianshan led the way, lowering his voice, "It's not ordinary heat, it's filled with something weird, like there's something alive inside, pushing out."
"Like a heartbeat?" Fang Mo asked.
Mo Qianshan stopped for a step, looked back at him, and was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment.
"Master, have you already felt it?"
"I felt it from the moment you walked in and spoke."
Fang Mo pressed his hand on the stone wall of the corridor. Through the thick rock, there was a subtle and even vibration coming from the fingertips. It was neither fast nor slow, and the intervals were extremely regular, with a rhythm that could only be found in living creatures.
"This rhythm is not the movement of the earth's veins."
The door of Block Gui is still closed, but the red light coming from the crack in the door has dyed the corridor floor a dark orange, as if something is burning inside. It has been burning for a long time and is getting stronger and stronger.
Iron Bull held Big Iron Hammer tightly and silently stood to the left of Fang Mo.
Fang Mo reached out and pushed the door open.
The heat wave hit him head and face, carrying a strong smell mixed with blood and some kind of primitive atmosphere, forcing Mo Qianshan who was following behind to take half a step back and cover his mouth and nose.
Old Yan tugged at his collar, frowned and walked inside. He took a clear look at the situation inside and stood still.
Demon Rearing Hall The ground is no longer what it was when we came in.
Most of the black patterned stone tiles that were originally paved have cracked, and there is a dark red light coming from below in the cracks. The light is not the light of fire, but more like the blood of something surging underneath.
At the core of Formation, the large Xuan Iron cylinder that had been re-engraved with Fang Mo was trembling violently. One-third of the originally densely packed control talismans on the cylinder body had broken apart on their own, and the remaining Black Ash was like burned paper scraps, stuck to the cylinder wall, being forced to fall off bit by bit by the heat coming out of it.
The thing in the tank was no longer the same as the last time they saw it.
Last time it was a turbid gray-white fetal light, similar to a semi-formed outline floating in the amniotic fluid. Now the mass has expanded nearly three times, filling the entire large vat. The color exuding from the surface has changed from gray-white to deep purple-red. Every time the fine vibration is transmitted, you can see the lines on the surface expanding and contracting accordingly.
Rhythmic, even, and becoming more and more powerful.
"Heartbeat." Old Yan's voice became hoarse, "That's the heartbeat."
Mo Qianshan followed Fang Mo, bypassed a crack in the ground, stepped on a relatively complete stone brick, took a closer look into the tank, and then backed away.
"Master, is this thing coming out?"
"Soon."
Fang Mo stood in front of the tank and looked down. Divine Fetus could clearly tell that there was something pushing and pushing inside the skin. One after another, the pushing force was not strong, but it was extremely stubborn. It seemed that something inside was using an unknown amount of accumulated strength just to push open a crack in the outer shell.
"It's sucking." Qian Dagui leaned halfway in from the door and pointed around the Demon Rearing Hall, "Master, look, the things in the formations around you are all heading this way."
Fang Mo glanced at it.
Nearly half of the various Sha Qi formations that were originally separated around the Demon Rearing Hall have been sucked dry by the large vat. The Block B, Blood Fiend Residual Qi, Haoran Remnant Thoughts of Block Xin sealed in the formations, and even the Death Qi that have been soaked in the stone cracks in the Block C, Room Shen prison corridor for many years, are all converging in the direction of this large vat at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The surface of Divine Fetus vibrated significantly faster at the moment when these breaths poured in.
Faster and more powerful, with every push, a clear outline is pushed out of the surface of the skin. Sometimes it is a hand, sometimes it is something like a claw, and sometimes it is an arc, making people unsure whether it is a head or something else.
"How long does it take to come out?" Old Yan asked.
"It's not even close," Fang Mo straightened up, took his hand back from the cylinder wall, and rubbed the fine layer of heat on the back of his hand, "But it won't be long."
He turned around and called Mo Qianshan over.
"Block B, how many Blood Fiend Pill are there in stock now?"
Mo Qianshan quickly went through it in his mind.
"The big furnace has boiled three batches, and the inventory is about 2,000 grains. The small furnace has another batch in process, and we have to wait for another two hours."
Fang Mo nodded.
"Bring everything in the big furnace over, don't touch the small furnace yet, let it continue to work."
Mo Qianshan responded, turned around and walked out, took two steps, stopped, and turned around.
"Master, is this enough?"
"Blood Fiend Pill is half," Fang Mo focused his attention on the big vat, watching the thing inside being pushed out again and again, "There is still the other half, I will do that."
Mo Qianshan took the people out without asking any questions.
Fang Mo walked to the edge of the large tank, put his hand on the edge of the tank, looked down at the mass inside slowly rising and falling in the dark red surge, and the voices of Soul Depth, Nian Nu'er floated lazily.
"My lord, do you plan to cut a strand of your own Divine Soul into it as a primer?"
"Smart."
"The strand that was cut out can only be taken back after it takes shape. During this period of time, my Lord, there is a hole in your Divine Soul level. If you encounter an opponent who is good at attacking Divine Soul..."
"It's because I'm afraid of encountering you that I asked you to look at the opening for me." Fang Mo interrupted her, "Is there any problem?"
Nian Nu'er was silent for a moment, and Sea of Consciousness sighed softly. The darkness Black Water quietly gathered around Fang Mo Divine Soul, forming a soft and extremely tough barrier.
"No problem, the poor family's coffin can be placed on top of it."