Fang Mo's fingertips rested on the wisp of black smoke for a long time.
Father's breath.
It was very light, almost unnoticeable. If he hadn't just fused his arms and his perception had greatly improved, he wouldn't have been able to capture this trace from this ship that had sunk for countless years.
Is this ever-burning lamp left by your father?
Why would he leave a light here?
Is it to guide him to find this amputated arm, or to suppress something in this ship?
The lamp went out after it fused the severed arm. Was it because its mission was completed, or because... his arrival triggered some kind of backhand left by his father?
Countless thoughts flashed through Fang Mo's mind, but there was no expression on his face.
He took back his hand, turned around and left the captain's cabin.
When he returned to the deck, Nian Nu'er was already waiting there.
She didn't have those two children with her.
"Have you settled in yet?"
Fang Mo asked.
"Settled in."
Nian Nu'er's eyes fell on his new left arm and stayed for a breath.
"There is an old woman in the city who has no children. I gave her some money to adopt the two children, which is enough to provide them with food and clothing for a lifetime."
Fang Mo nodded.
"Let's go."
The two of them did not return to Seaside City, but directly urged Water-Avoidance Pearl to go deeper into the East Sea.
With the complete chart and Water-Avoidance Pearl, the rest of the voyage went surprisingly smoothly.
They avoided every deadly reef and strange deep-sea eddies, and traveled through the bottomless dark sea for five full days.
The further east you go, the less life there is in the water. In the end, Fang Mo can't even see a single fish.
This is the restricted area of life.
In the early morning of the sixth day, when the light of Water-Avoidance Pearl began to flicker slightly due to the huge water pressure, they finally reached the end point marked on the chart.
Guixu Demon Abyss.
What appeared in front of them was a terrifying sight that could make any Dharma Aspect Realm Old Ancestor lose their mind.
A terrifying whirlpool so huge that it cannot be measured in miles slowly rotates on the bottom of the sea, like a gaping mouth leading to hell, silently swallowing billions of tons of seawater.
The gravitational pull of the vortex was so strong that even the light was distorted, and everything was pitch black.
But in the center of that terrifying whirlpool, the end point where all things sink, there is something floating.
A mountain.
A Jingguan Mountain made entirely of White Bones.
Countless skulls, ribs, and leg bones were stacked together in a malicious manner, forming a huge pointed cone pointing straight to the bottom of the sea Abyss.
Countless resentful souls circled around the bone mountain and howled, but their voices were torn apart by the gravity of the vortex and could not be heard at all.
"Here..."
Nian Nu'er looked at the mountain of bones. As Primordial Succubus, she was used to seeing bloody scenes, and there was a hint of solemnity in her voice at this time.
"That's Guixu."
Fang Mo said nothing.
His eyes were fixed on the mountain of bones.
He could feel that the two pieces of Prison Suppressor Copper Fragment in his arms were getting hot like crazy.
There is what he needs.
Just when he was about to activate Water-Avoidance Pearl and get closer to the vortex, a ripple suddenly appeared in the surrounding space.
It's like a stone was thrown into the calm lake.
Thin threads, almost invisible to the naked eye, emerged from the void in all directions and quickly intertwined into a large net covering a hundred miles in radius, trapping the two of them.
"It's you again."
Fang Mo's eyes turned cold.
This kind of thread, this kind of breath, he is too familiar with.
Shadow Weaver.
"Hehehe..."
A burst of laughter came from the void, not from one person, but from the overlapping of countless voices, which sounded strange and harsh.
"Fang Mo, or should I call you... Sir Warden?"
With laughter, a figure slowly emerged from the intertwined threads.
That wasn't any Shadow Weaver assassin Fang Mo had ever seen before.
This is a woman wearing gorgeous palace clothes. Her face is obscured by a thin layer of black gauze, making it difficult to see clearly, but her exposed eyes are as bright as two cold stars.
Around her body, countless shadows squirm and weave like living creatures, forming her gorgeous skirt and fluttering sleeves.
She is not an entity, but more like a collection of shadows and laws.
"It seems that Li Fuguo is at your place and has recruited everything."
Fang Mo looked at her with a calm tone.
The woman covered her mouth and chuckled.
"Li Fuguo? Does that kind of trash deserve to know that I exist?"
Her voice was full of disdain.
"I just borrowed his hand and placed a few chess pieces on Divine Capital. Unexpectedly, I caught a big fish like you that shouldn't exist in this era."
Her eyes swept over Fang Mo, and finally landed on his two arms with completely different auras.
"The arms are unified and Chaos Law is formed into a ring. It seems that you are recovering much faster than we expected."
Fang Mo's hand pressed on God Slaying Saber's waist.
"Who the hell are you."
"We?"
The woman lifted up her skirt gracefully, and the shadows flowed accordingly, changing into countless weird shapes.
"We are Repairers of Order, we are Weavers of History, we are the people responsible for bringing you, the derailed 'variable', back on track."
She stretched out a slender finger made of pure shadow and pointed at Fang Mo.
"The power of Prison Suppressor Law in you and the power of Chaos Law in you all come from the shattered Overlord. They should not reappear."
"And Guixu is the best grave to bury it all."
As soon as she finished speaking, the large net composed of countless silk threads around her suddenly tightened.
At the same time, the huge whirlpool and the Bone Palace below seemed to have received some kind of summons, erupting with terrifying suction and resentment.
Fang Mo immediately felt that the Prison Suppressor Law in his body seemed to be thrown into a millstone, and its operation became extremely sluggish.
The Chaos Law power in his arms was also suppressed by the pure chaos Law around him, making it difficult to mobilize.
"Do you feel it?"
The woman's voice was filled with the pride of winning.
"At the entrance of Guixu, all existing Law will be shattered. This is the realm of 'disorder'."
"Your Prison Suppressor is about Punishment and judgment. It is an absolute Law based on 'order'. Here, it is just a pile of useless scrap metal."
"And we, Shadow Weaver, were born from shadows and woven into Chaos. The disorder here is precisely the source of our strength."
She opened her arms, and the shadow behind her spread crazily, blending with the surrounding law threads to form a huge, ever-changing Shadow Domain.
"Here, you are the prisoner, and we are the jailors in charge of Punishment."
The woman looked condescendingly at Fang Mo, who was trapped in the net, and her voice sounded like the final verdict.
"Welcome to your final place of judgment, Fang Mo."
Fang Mo stood there, looking up at the woman made of shadow, without any panic on her face.
He even smiled a little.
"The cage is well built."
He looked down at the palm of his right hand.
The gray lines belonging to Spiritual Terrace Burial Cosmos in the palm, under the pressure of the surrounding chaotic Law, not only were not weakened, but instead lit up with an unprecedented light.
"But you seem to have forgotten one thing."
Fang Mo raised his head, facing the woman's astonished gaze, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became eerie and strange.
"You used Discord against my Law."
"But what if... I'm more confused than you are?"