As soon as Fang Mo's feet stepped into the rock formations deeper in the rift valley, the dark red Karma Threads leading to his mother's face faded from his sight, like a wisp of blood dispersed by the sea water, leaving a vague direction imprinted on his Soul Depth.
Nian Nu'er followed him and did not ask any more questions about the line.
The two fell vertically along the rift valley for about half a stick of incense. The color of the surrounding seawater changed from purple-black to an almost pure pitch black. The green light of Water-Avoidance Pearl was compressed here to less than two feet around Fang Mo. The speed of the light spots inside the bead was nearly half slower than when it entered the sea.
"The water pressure is increasing." Nian Nu'er pressed her hand on her chest. The meridians of her new body made a subtle creaking sound under the pressure of the deep sea. Nine Nether Black Water seeped out a thicker protective film from the surface of her skin. "Master, if you go down another hundred feet, Water-Avoidance Pearl may not be able to hold on."
Fang Mo took out two pieces of Copper Fragments from his pocket. The dark Golden Patterns on Copper Fragments was beating extremely violently at the moment, almost desperately pulling towards a certain point below. The frequency was so fast that it seemed like something was calling from underneath.
He did not stop, but accelerated his fall.
"If you can't hold it, you can't hold it."
The corner of Nian Nu'er's mouth moved, and without saying any more, he thickened the Nine Nether Black Water protective film on Fang Mo's body, and the two of them fell straight into the deepest part of the rift like two meteors wrapped in Black Water's outer shell.
The fall stopped at a certain moment.
It's not that they've reached the bottom, but something is blocking them.
Fang Mo's feet stepped on a transparent barrier. The material of the barrier could not be seen, but there were dense lines carved on the surface. Those lines were very familiar to Fang Mo.
Prison Suppressor Law.
It was exactly the same as the lines on the soles of his feet, only older and thicker, as if it had been repeatedly reinforced with decades or even hundreds of years of skill.
"This is a seal." Nian Nu'er squatted down and lightly traced his fingers across the surface of the barrier. A cold repulsive force came from his fingertips. "Someone used Prison Suppressor Law to seal the entrance below."
Fang Mo's new pupils automatically opened at this moment, the silver-white outer ring of Runes circulated faster, and Karma Threads emerged in his field of vision.
He saw what was beneath the barrier.
It was a huge undersea plain. There were no corals or rocks on the plain, just neatly arranged figures of people.
Not a few, not dozens.
It's hundreds.
Hundreds of figures wearing gray-black armor stood motionless on the plain, like a phalanx of soldiers who had pressed the pause button. The distance between each person was precise, and the weapons in their hands pointed diagonally forward, with the same posture.
Fang Mo's pupils reflected the outlines of those figures, and his right eye captured the Karma Threads wrapped around each figure.
All Karma Threads point to the same source.
Fang Dashan.
"My lord." Nian Nu'er's voice carried a hint of solemnity that he had never heard before. She also saw the scene under the barrier, "These people are neither dead nor alive."
"Poor people can sense extremely weak vitality fluctuations in their bodies, but those fluctuations are not normal heartbeats or breathing, but more like some kind of law replacing the heart to maintain their existence."
Fang Mo took Copper Fragments back into his arms, knelt on one knee on the barrier, and pressed down with the palm of his right hand.
Prison Suppressor Patterns surged out from his palm, and the moment it touched the barrier, all the ancient lines on the barrier lit up, resonating at the same frequency as the lines of Fang Mo.
The barrier was not broken, but a gap opened in the center, which could just accommodate one person to pass through.
Fang Mo stood up, tiptoed, and fell through the gap.
When his feet stepped on the ground of the submarine plain, hundreds of figures in gray and black armor raised their heads at the same time.
Fang Mo saw their faces clearly.
Every face is different, some are old and some are young, some are male and some are female, but they have one thing in common, all of them have gray-white eyes with no pupils, as if something has wiped out the last trace of consciousness, leaving only the most primitive fighting instinct.
Without exception, there is a totem engraved on the chest of their armor.
Two crossed knives, a prison.
Fang Family Crest.
"Fang Family people." Fang Mo's voice was very low. His eyes swept across the hundreds of gray-white faces. Karma Threads in his new eyes allowed him to see more things.
The Karma Threads of these people are not only connected to the Fang Dashan, but also to the foundation of the plain beneath their feet. Deep in the foundation, there is an extremely ancient Prison Suppressor Law that maintains their existence, like a perpetual motion machine, using the minimum amount of energy to keep these bodies ready to fight at any time.
Army of the Living Dead.
The leading figure is half a head taller than the others. He wears armor of a different color, which is dark red. The family crest on his chest is larger than the others. What he holds in his hand is not a standard weapon, but a long knife that is very similar in shape to Fang Mo and God Slaying Saber.
The dark red armored figure took a step towards Fang Mo.
A faint light suddenly appeared in his gray-white eyes.
Its mouth opened and closed a few times, and it made a hoarse sound that was almost inaudible.
"Young Master..."
Fang Mo's footsteps did not stop, he walked straight towards the dark red armor, God Slaying Saber's handle was slightly hot in his palm.
"You know me."
The figure in dark red armor took another step forward. Its movements were extremely stiff, like a machine whose joints had been corroded by rust. Every step was accompanied by the sound of bones rubbing against each other, but the gleam in its eyes was getting brighter.
"Fang... Dashan... son..."
Its voice seemed to be scraped from the deepest part of its throat, with long pauses between each word, as if the very act of speaking was consuming its remaining vitality.
"General... leave... me waiting... to guard this gate..."
Fang Mo stopped three steps in front of it and looked up at its gray-white face. The Karma Threads in his new eyes clearly told him who this dark red armor once was.
The Karma Threads between it and Fang Dashan is as thick as an arm.
"My father asked you to stay here." Fang Mo's tone was a statement, not a question.
"Guard... the door..." The gray eyes of the dark red armor turned towards the depths of the plain behind him, where there was a huge black stone door. The surface of the stone door was also covered with Prison Suppressor Law patterns, and an extremely rich dark golden light oozed from the cracks in the door. "No... anyone... is allowed... to pass..."
"Including me?"
The dark red armor was silent for a long time. Its hand clenched the long knife, and the patterns on the blade resonated faintly with the dragon pattern of God Slaying Saber.
"... includes."
Fang Mo looked at it without saying anything.
Hundreds of gray and black armors behind them raised their weapons at the same time, pointing neatly in the direction of Fang Mo and Nian Nu'er. The coordination of their movements was not like that of a living person, but more like a sophisticated killing machine being awakened.
Nian Nu'er and Nine Nether Black Water formed a fighting form in the palm of her hand. Her blue pupils swept across the hundreds of figures with weapons raised, and her voice was very low.
"My Lord, the individual strength of these things is not high, ranging from the Meridian Opening Realm to the Early Stage of Divine Treasure Realm, but their synergy has almost no flaws, and they are not afraid of death at all, because they are no longer alive."
Fang Mo did not look back at the armors surrounding him, his eyes always stayed on the face of the dark red armors.
"What's your name."
The dark red armor was silent again, this time for a longer period of time. The light in the gray-white eyes flickered on and off repeatedly, as if he was salvaging something from the depths of an extremely distant memory.
"Wei... Changqing..."
"Wei Changqing." Fang Mo read the name again, "Fang Family's old department, my father's deputy general."
Wei Changqing's body trembled when he heard the word "lieutenant general". It was the first physical reaction in eighteen years that was not a fighting instinct.
"General... has orders..."
"His order." Fang Mo lifted his hand from the handle of God Slaying Saber, with his fingers spread wide, and his palm facing the direction of Wei Changqing. Prison Suppressor Patterns slowly lit up in his palm, "It's still my order."
Dark golden light poured out from Fang Mo's palm. It was not an attack, not Containment, but a pure display of law.
Divine Rank of Prison Suppressor, in the space of Old God Rules Eroding deep in Guixu, bloom slowly and unstoppably like a sun sinking into the sea.
The long knife in Wei Changqing's hand began to tremble, and the lines on the blade flashed crazily under the light of Prison Suppressor Law, as if responding to some ancient call.
The weapons held by hundreds of gray and black armors behind him were also shaking, and the Fang Family Crest on everyone's chest became hot in the dark golden light.
In Wei Changqing's gray-white eyes, the silken light finally condensed into a complete shape.
He recognized the light.
Not the light of Fang Dashan.
It is older than Fang Dashan, engraved in their bone marrow, that light.
"You..." Wei Changqing's voice was uninterrupted for the first time. Although it was still hoarse, it was coherent, "Your laws... are different from the general's..."
"The general's are in pieces."
"Yours is... the original body."
Fang Mo retracted his hand, and the dark golden light slowly extinguished in his palm, but the Divine Rank feeling of oppression did not dissipate. It had penetrated into every inch of the ground on this submarine plain, and formed an irreversible fusion with the Prison Suppressor Law foundation left by Fang Dashan back then.
"So." Fang Mo looked down at Wei Changqing, with no extra emotion in his voice, "Get out of the way, I'll make the way myself."
Wei Changqing's hand holding the knife was still shaking, but his body did not retreat.
"The general... said..." His voice began to become urgent, as if he was competing for time with something, "Whoever... is coming..."
"Even if it's his son..."
"Can't..."
Fang Mo's right hand pressed God Slaying Saber again.
"That's the second option."