The integration process took far longer than Fang Mo expected.
He was kneeling on the rocks at the bottom of the pit. The new compound eyeball in his right eye was like a living thing that had just been stuffed into a narrow container. It was constantly expanding and contracting in his orbit. Every time it expanded, it was like someone was repeatedly puncturing his Optic Nerves with a needle tip.
The Nine Nether Black Water of Nian Nu'er is circulating in his meridians, but the effect it can have is extremely limited, because this is not a simple physical injury, but two kinds of Vision Laws competing for dominance in the same carrier.
Netherworld Ghost Eye wants to see through everything Sins.
Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection wants to show all the truth.
The two desires were pulled repeatedly in Fang Mo's right eye, like two snakes wrapped around the same branch, and no one would let go.
"This is all the poor family can do." Nian Nu'er took his hand back from Fang Mo's back. Most of the Nine Nether Black Water in his palm had been consumed, and his newborn body was trembling slightly due to excessive output. "The rest can only be suppressed by the master himself using Prison Suppressor Law."
Fang Mo didn't reply. He closed his eyes and focused all his consciousness on the fiercely colliding law space deep in his right eye.
Prison Suppressor Patterns surged out from his Soul Depth and turned into countless tiny Dark-Gold Chains, which were nailed into the two fighting law snakes one by one, like putting bridles on two crazy horses.
Netherworld Ghost Eye struggled for a while and was pinned down.
Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection struggles even more fiercely. Its law Divine Rank is more than one level higher than Netherworld Ghost Eye. After all, one is derived from the eyeball of some ancient Ghost Seed, while the other is the original organ of one of Twelve Divine Kings.
But Divine Rank of Prison Suppressor is higher.
That was the Magic Treasure that Overlord used to imprison Twelve Divine Kings in ancient times. Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection has a fear of Prison Suppressor Law written in its origin. This fear is not acquired, but is engraved in its Law Core like genes.
When Prison Suppressor Chains tightened, the silver-white laws of Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection instinctively began to shrink, changing from violent confrontation to a huddled defensive posture.
Fang Mo grabbed this window.
His consciousness turned into a giant hand, holding Netherworld Ghost Eye and Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection in his palm at the same time, and then used Prison Suppressor Patterns to forcibly connect the two law interfaces together.
Collision, repulsion, sparks flying.
Fang Mo's body was shaking violently in reality, and the temperature of his right eye was rising rapidly. Silvery white liquid continued to seep out from the corner of his eye, mixed with dark golden light spots, like some kind of liquid gold.
"Seeing through Sins" and "showing the truth" found an intersection in their collision.
The name of that intersection is "Causation".
Sins is the embodiment of cause and effect.
Reality is the totality of cause and effect.
The two are essentially two sides of the same coin.
Fang Mo's consciousness pressed hard on that intersection, and the two laws seemed to be broken through Ren and Du Vessels. They no longer fought, but began to merge in a spiraling manner. The dark gold of Netherworld Ghost Eye became the base, and the silvery white of Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection became the prism. The two were combined to form a brand new Vision Laws.
Karma Sight.
Even, Karma Touch.
Fang Mo opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, the whole world changed.
He saw every thread of law flowing in the sea water, saw the structural cause and effect of the reef under his feet, saw the source veins of Nine Nether Black Water in Nian Nu'er's body, and saw the causal connection between the remains of the coral bush in the distance and those Devil Race Assassin who were killed.
Everything becomes a line.
Countless luminous threads connect everything, every creature, and every event in this world.
"The Lord's eyes." There was a rare awe in Nian Nu'er's voice. She took a half step back, not because of fear, but because she saw something in Fang Mo's new eyes that made her instinctively want to lower her head.
Fang Mo lowered his head and looked at his right hand.
He saw a dark red line extending from his wrist, through the heavy sea water, through the coral bush, through the rift valley, and all the way to a very far direction. The end of the line was blurry, but Fang Mo knew that it was the causal connection between him and someone.
He looked along the direction of the line. At the end of the line, there was an extremely blurry silhouette.
Not Fang Dashan.
It's the silhouette of a woman.
Fang Mo's right hand slowly raised, his index finger and middle finger came together, and he tapped lightly on the dark red Karma Threads.
At the end of the line, the blurry outline of the woman suddenly became clear.
She was wearing a piece of coarse cloth that had been washed white, her hair was tied up casually with a wooden hairpin, her face was gentle, and her eyebrows were very similar to Fang Mo.
Fang Mo's hand stopped in mid-air.
He recognized this person.
It's not recognition from the memory after time travel, but a sense of familiarity coming from a deeper place, a corner that has been sealed for who knows how long.
mother.
The wife of Fang Dashan, the biological mother of Fang Mo.
He has never seen this woman's face. In all of Fang Mo's memories, including the memory of the host before time travel, there is very little information about his mother. He only knows that she was there when Fang Mo was very young. Even though she was "dead", Fang Dashan never mentioned her, and Nian Nu'er of the Yihong Pavilion never saw any trace of this woman in Fang Dashan's past.
It was as if someone had deliberately erased it.
Now Fang Mo knows why.
Because this Karma Threads is not broken, it is cut.
Fang Mo's new pupil technique allowed him to see clearly. The dark red Karma Threads had an extremely smooth incision about three feet away from the woman's outline, and the edge of the incision glowed with an old silvery white light.
The power of Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection.
Someone used the Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection God King rule to forcibly cut off the Karma Threads connection between Fang Mo and his mother.
"My lord." Nian Nu'er's voice came from behind. She walked up to Fang Mo and followed his line of sight, but she couldn't see anything. Only Fang Mo's new pupils could see those Karma Threads.
"What are you looking at, Lord?"
Fang Mo was silent for a long time, and he took his hand back. The dark red Karma Threads still existed in his field of vision, but he did not touch it again.
"A thread that was cut."
Nian Nu'er's faint blue pupils flashed. She did not ask further questions, but she could tell from Fang Mo's tone and expression what this line meant to him.
Fang Mo turned around and walked out of the pit.
His pace was a little faster than when he entered, and the Prison Suppressor Patterns under his feet vibrated slightly with each step. The vibration frequency was no longer completely synchronized with his heartbeat, and occasionally it would be half a beat faster.
Nian Nu'er followed him, keeping a good distance and said nothing.
The two walked through the remains of the coral bush and returned to the edge of the rift valley. Fang Mo stopped at the edge of the rift valley and looked down at the two pieces of Copper Fragments in his arms.
The resonance frequency of Copper Fragments returned to normal, no longer pointing in the direction of the coral bush, but readjusted downward, pointing deeper into the rift valley.
"The resonance just now." Fang Mo turned Copper Fragments over and looked at the pattern on the back, "It's not pointing at Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection."
Nian Nu'er stepped forward and looked at the changes in the texture on Copper Fragments.
"What do you mean, Lord?"
"The resonance of Copper Fragments will only point to the fragments of Prison Suppressor." Fang Mo took Copper Fragments back into his arms, "Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection is God King Organ, not the fragment of Prison Suppressor. Copper Fragments should not resonate with it."
"Then what happened when Copper Fragments was so hot and pointed at the pit?"
Fang Mo did not answer immediately. He reopened the fused right eye and looked around at the surrounding submarine landforms.
Under the new pupil's vision, he saw an extremely weak dark Golden Thread, running from the bottom of the pit through hundreds of feet of rock formations and extending to the deepest part of the rift valley.
The color of that silk thread is exactly the same as Prison Suppressor Patterns.
"Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection is not the target." Fang Mo's voice became very low, "It is the gatekeeper."
He raised his head and looked through the gray-black chaotic waters above the rift valley, looking in the direction where the dark golden thread disappeared.
"The real Prison Suppressor fragment is deeper."
"And when my father came here eighteen years ago, he also saw this eyeball."
"He chose to get around it."
Nian Nu'er walked to the edge of the rift valley and looked down at the bottomless darkness.
"Why didn't Uncle Fang collect this eyeball back then? With his strength, he should have been able to do it."
Fang Mo's eyes fell on his right hand. The dark red Karma Threads leading to his mother's face was still looming in his field of vision, and the severed incision glowed with an old silvery white light.
"Because he is not sure." Fang Mo's finger traced along the dark red line, "He is not sure what he will see after closing this eyeball."
Nian Nu'er looked at Fang Mo's side face, the faint blue pupils reflected the shimmer of the silver-white outer ring under his eyes, her mouth opened, and in the end she only said one word.
"Who does that line lead to?"
Fang Mo stood on the edge of the rift valley. The sea breeze surged up from the Abyss below, rolling the hem of his clothes and the ears of God Slaying Saber. In his eyes, the dark red Karma Threads stretched straight in a direction that was too far away to be measured. At the end of the line was the gentle face that was seventy-nine similar to him.
He didn't speak for a long time.
Finally, he lifted his feet and stepped into the depths of the rift valley.
"My mother."