Fang Mo stood on the edge of the pit, looking down at the sphere suspended in the center. The Prison Suppressor Patterns in the palm of his right hand was beating at a faster speed. The frequency was superimposed with the resonance on Copper Fragments, forming a tremor that made his whole arm numb.
Nian Nu'er is right, that is an eye.
When Fang Mo's Netherworld Ghost Eye was completely focused on the sphere, the film layers that were constantly changing colors suddenly stopped for a moment, and then a gap opened in the center. Inside the gap was a huge iris. The color of the iris was a silvery white that Fang Mo had never seen before. There were countless tiny Runes flowing inside the silvery white.
Those Runes Fang Mo are recognizable, they are exactly the same as the lines deep in his own Netherworld Ghost Eye.
"Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection." Fang Mo's voice was extremely soft.
Nian Nu'er stood beside him, her huge silvery-white eyeball reflected in her faint blue pupils, and her voice contained a hint of solemnity that she rarely displayed.
"One of Twelve Divine Kings, in charge of the authenticity of vision. Anyone who looks through his eyes will see distorted or excessively real illusions." Her fingers tightened slightly, and Nine Nether Black Water surged more violently in her palms. "My lord, if this eye is fully opened, all living creatures within a thousand feet will fall into its realm of illusion, and even Dharma Aspect Realm may not be able to extricate itself."
Fang Mo didn't move immediately. He squatted down and placed the two pieces of Copper Fragments in his hands on the rocks at the edge of the pit.
The moment Copper Fragments landed, the huge eyeball slowly turned, and its silver-white iris was aligned in the direction of Fang Mo.
Nothing happened.
In other words, Fang Mo felt nothing.
But Nian Nu'er's body froze at the same time.
"Nian Nu'er."
No response.
Fang Mo turned his head and saw Nian Nu'er standing there with his hands hanging on both sides of his body. His blue pupils had completely turned silvery white, his facial expression was dull, and his lips were moving slightly, as if he was looking at something invisible to Fang Mo.
Fang Mo stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her.
No response.
He stretched out his index finger again and flicked her forehead.
Still no response.
"Illusion." Fang Mo retracted his hand and looked at the eyeball in the center of the pit again, with a hint of coldness passing through his eyes.
The illusion of Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection is ineffective on him, but effective on Nian Nu'er. This shows that the mechanism of action of the illusion is not through visual transmission, but directly affects Divine Soul.
Although Divine Soul of Nian Nu'er is one level stronger than before after being reshaped, her essence is still Succubus Remnant Soul, and her mental defense is far inferior to that of her physical body.
"Then put away your toys first." Fang Mo said this to the eyeball, as if he was talking to a disobedient subordinate.
He stood up and stepped into the pit.
When I stepped on the rocks on the inner wall of the pit, the pure black charred corals suddenly lit up. A silvery-white light flower bloomed on the top of each coral. The petals of the light flowers were engraved with the same flow as the iris of the eyeball Runes.
The entire pit turned into a huge Eyeball Formation.
And Fang Mo is standing inside Formation.
Silver-white light came from all directions, and Fang Mo's vision changed at this moment. He saw something he shouldn't have seen.
He saw himself.
It's not the reflection of the mirror, but countless versions of myself from different angles, each doing different actions, some are drawing the knife, some are Containment, some are talking, and some are just standing.
"Phantom?" Fang Mo looked down at his hands. His fingers moved normally and his touch was clear. Prison Suppressor Patterns's pulse was synchronized with his heartbeat.
Not an illusion.
In other words, Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection at this level is no longer a simple false illusion. It shows reality, reality observed from countless angles, and is excessively real.
Fang Mo could see the direction of blood vessels under his skin, the arrangement of bones, the trajectory of the laws in Five Viscera Divine Treasures, and even the tiny cracks deep in Prison Suppressor Patterns that he had never noticed.
This is not an attack, this is an information overload.
The eyes of Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection's God King tried to flood his consciousness with an excessive amount of real information, making him lose himself in endless details, just like a person who stares at his own fingers for too long will forget that the fingers belong to him.
"Is this your method?" Fang Mo raised his head and looked directly at the huge silver-white iris, "Tell me the truth?"
His right eye changed instantly.
Netherworld Ghost Eye is fully activated at this moment, and the surface of the eyeball is covered with a layer of dark golden law patterns. The depth of the pattern is supported by Divine Rank of Record of Punishing Crimes, anchoring Fang Mo's vision within his own Law.
Use ghost eyes on God Eye.
Two strands of Vision Laws collided in the center of the pit, and the silvery white and dark golden light intertwined and strangled. Fang Mo could feel that his right eye was heating up rapidly, as if something was about to explode from the eye socket.
The eye of God King seemed to feel the pressure. The originally slow breathing rhythm suddenly accelerated, and the silver-white irises expanded to the maximum, pouring out an even stronger torrent of information towards Fang Mo.
Fang Mo saw something more.
He saw the scene before the eyeball was sealed in Guixu, saw a vague figure picking it off a huge corpse, and saw the figure's hand wrapped around Prison Suppressor Patterns, which was exactly the same as his.
He saw a middle-aged man wearing a coarse shirt standing on the edge of this pit eighteen years ago, holding a long knife in his hand and covered in blood. He stood in front of his eyeballs for a long time, and finally shook his head and turned to leave.
Fang Dashan.
"My father has been here." Fang Mo's voice came out of his throat, with a hint of hoarseness caused by information overload, "He was here, but he didn't take you away."
Why?
With Fang Dashan's strength back then, he should have been able to collect this eyeball, or at least try, but he chose to give up.
Fang Mo had no time to think about it, because the attack intensity of that eyeball increased by another level. The silver-white light penetrated from the level of law collision to the physical level and began to directly act on Fang Mo's body.
His eyes began to bleed at the same time.
It was not his right eye, but both eyes. Blood seeped out from the corner of the eye, dripped down his cheek, dripped on his collar, and was washed away by the sea water into light red threads.
"My lord!"
Nian Nu'er's voice came from behind, and she woke up.
Fang Mo didn't look back. He raised his left hand from his waist and made a gesture behind him. The meaning of that gesture was very simple: don't come over.
"You've seen enough." Fang Mo's voice became very calm. That calmness was not suppressed, but the absolute rationality given to him by Prison Suppressor Law was at work.
He stretched out his right hand, with his fingers spread wide, and his palm facing the huge silver-white eyeball.
"Prison Suppressor."
"Accept."
Record of Punishing Crimes's Dark-Gold Chains shot out from his palm, and dozens of chains sank into the surface of the eyeball at the same time. Each chain carried the highest Divine Rank of Prison Suppressor Law, trying to drag the eyeball into Prison Suppressor.
The eyeballs struggled.
The silver-white iris shrank violently, releasing a law of illusion that was ten times stronger than before. It was no longer information overload, but pure visual violence. The world in front of Fang Mo began to be violently distorted, upside down, left and right, and every direction became Abyss.
But Fang Mo's feet didn't move.
Prison Suppressor Patterns spread from the soles of his feet, firmly anchoring the rocks under his feet. No matter how the world turned, his position remained unchanged, his center of gravity remained unchanged, and his shooting direction remained unchanged.
The chains are tightening.
The eyeballs are shrinking.
The blood in the corner of Fang Mo's eyes was flowing faster, and he could feel that his Optic Nerves was bearing far more pressure than it could bear, but Netherworld Ghost Eye's dark Golden Patterns was like a gate, blocking out the extra information and only putting in the part he needed.
"You are my thing." Fang Mo's lips were moving, and the voice came from the deepest part of his throat, deep and unyielding.
"It was then and it is now."
The number of chains increased from dozens to hundreds, and each chain penetrated deep into Law Core inside the eyeball, peeling off its resistance one by one.
When the silver-white iris shrank to the size of a fist, it suddenly stopped struggling.
It turned in a circle and aimed at Fang Mo's face. The flow of Runes deep in the iris suddenly stopped, as if it was conducting a final inspection.
Then it closed.
The entire eyeball's light was extinguished at this moment, turning into a ball of silver-white pure light, which slowly floated towards Fang Mo's right eye along Record of Punishing Crimes's chain.
Fang Mo's body shook violently the moment Silver-White Light Orb entered his right eye. He felt as if his right eye had been dug out of the socket, a hot iron ball was stuffed into it, and then it was pressed back forcefully.
Severe pain spread along Optic Nerves to the depths of his brain. He knelt on one knee on the rock and pressed his right eye with his right hand. What oozed out between his fingers was no longer red blood, but silvery white liquid.
The black coral around the pit all shattered at the same time, turned into powder, and drifted away with the sea water.
Nian Nu'er rushed to his side, squatted down, and put a hand on his back. Nine Nether Black Water penetrated into his meridians from the palm of his hand, trying to relieve the pressure that was about to explode.
"My lord, your right eye."
Fang Mo didn't speak, he took away the hand that was pressing his eyes.
Nian Nu'er saw his right eye and stopped breathing.
That eye is still in the shape of Netherworld Ghost Eye, but the color of the iris has changed. It is no longer pure dark gold, but has a silver-white outer ring on the dark gold base, and the Runes inside the outer ring is slowly flowing.
Netherworld Ghost Eye and Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection are integrated into one.