Divine Capital, Heavenly Prison.
Old Yan leaned against the door frame of Block C, Room Shen prison Duty Room, holding the Boning Knife that had been with him for most of his life in his hand. The blade of the knife reflected the dim lights in the corridor and his own ravaged face.
Iron Bull walked in from outside, Qiong Bone Warhammer put it on his shoulder, and held a crumpled note in his other hand, which he handed to Old Yan.
Old Yan took the note, opened it and looked at it twice, then knocked the back of the knife on the door frame.
"Li Mingyue's hidden stake came back?"
Iron Bull nodded.
Old Yan read the content on the note again, let out a short sneer, put the note on the flame of the corridor wall lamp, lit it, and watched it burn to ashes and fall to the ground.
"Well, as soon as the master's front foot is gone, someone on the back foot can't sit still."
He turned around and walked into Duty Room, followed by Iron Bull.
Mo Qianshan was squatting in the corner of Duty Room grinding medicine powder. When he heard the noise, he raised his head and kept holding the medicine pestle in his hand.
"Old Yan brother, what's going on."
Old Yan sat down on the bench next to the chair where Fang Mo usually sat, Boning Knife lay on his knees, and briefly explained the matter.
"The new emperor Zhao Heng has only been on the throne for half a month. He has already established a connection with Western Desert behind the scenes. Through his father-in-law's connections in Ministry of Rites, he has reached some kind of deal with an elder from the remaining forces of Great Thunderclap Temple."
Mo Qianshan's hand stopped.
"Great Thunderclap Temple? Wasn't that ruined temple demolished by the master?"
"The main temple was demolished, but the branch temple was not completely demolished." Old Yan's fingers rubbed back and forth on the back of Boning Knife's knife, the rhythm was very slow, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, " After Western Desert became a mess, Great Thunderclap Temple's branch temple and peripheral forces took the opportunity to gather many scattered believers and resources, and one of them directly invested in Zhao Heng."
"Why did you vote for him?" Mo Qianshan inserted the medicine pestle into the stone mortar, stood up and walked to sit opposite Old Yan.
"Vote him for something." Old Yan raised his head, a sharp coldness flashed through his cloudy eyes, "Heavenly Prison."
Mo Qianshan's expression changed.
"Zhao Heng want to take back Heavenly Prison?"
"He didn't dare to move himself." Old Yan shook his head, "Before the master left, he carved seven Imperial Edict into the Divine Capital ley lines. If anyone does anything to Heavenly Prison is malicious, Prison Suppressor Law in the leyline will be locked. No matter how stupid Zhao Heng is, he will not stick his head under Executioner's Blade."
"But he can let someone else do it."
Old Yan stood up, walked to the Divine Capital map hanging in Duty Room, and clicked two locations on the map with his finger.
"The person who came from Western Desert entered Divine Capital three days ago and hid in the underground secret passage of Yong'an Ward." His finger moved to another position, "Zhao Heng The people are mobilizing the City Patrol Battalion in the city to change defenses, and have withdrawn all the patrol teams from the three streets around Heavenly Prison, replacing them with Guard Commandant, who is his direct descendant Eastern Palace."
Mo Qianshan's brows were furrowed.
"Is this going to cut off Heavenly Prison's connection with the outside world?"
"It's not just cutting off." Old Yan took down a Wooden Box from the shelf next to the map and opened the box. Inside was a stack of intelligence reports that Li Mingyue's hidden piles had sent back over the past three days. "Li Mingyue's people intercepted part of the transaction content between Zhao Heng and that elder Western Desert."
He pulled out the bottom piece of paper from the pile and handed it to Mo Qianshan.
Mo Qianshan took it and looked at it, and the blood on his face faded away.
"He wants Western Desert's people to break into Heavenly Prison from underground, and while the boss is away, forcefully destroy Prison Suppressor Law Anchor in Heavenly Prison's foundation?"
"If the anchor point is destroyed." Old Yan's voice became very soft, as if he was talking to himself, "The Prison Suppression Domain that the master left behind in Heavenly Prison will collapse. By then, Heavenly Prison will be an ordinary prison, and Zhao Heng can send people to take over openly."
Duty Room was quiet for a few breaths.
Iron Bull took Qiong Bone Warhammer off his shoulder, and gently knocked the bottom of the hammer on the ground, making a dull dull sound, as if to express a certain attitude.
Mo Qianshan balled up the note and threw it into the burning charcoal pot in the corner.
"Brother Old Yan, the master should have told you what to do in this situation before he left."
Old Yan did not answer immediately.
He walked to the innermost wall of Duty Room, stretched out his hand, and pressed a certain position on the wall. Prison Suppressor Patterns seeped into the wall from his palm, and the masonry on the wall slid open to both sides silently, revealing a hidden grid.
There is a Token inside the hidden compartment.
Token has a dark gold body, with the word "Zhen" engraved on the front, and dense Prison Suppressor Law lines engraved on the back. The arrangement of the lines is exactly the same as the seven Imperial Edict Fang Mo left in the Divine Capital leyline.
Old Yan took out Token and weighed it in his hands.
"The master said four words before he left."
He turned around and faced Mo Qianshan and Iron Bull. The coldness in his cloudy old eyes was no longer concealed, like a Boning Knife that had been pulled out of its sheath.
"As much as you come, you will bury as many as you come."
Old Yan raised Token in front of him and blew lightly at the word "zhen" on Token.
Dark golden light seeped out from the surface of Token, spread to the ground along the palm of Old Yan, and then spread in all directions along the gaps in the floor of Duty Room.
The entire foundation of Heavenly Prison made a low hum at this moment.
Those Prison Suppressor Patternss that usually hide underground all lit up. From Block C, Room Shen prison to Block A, from Block B to Geng Character Room, in all areas occupied by Fang Mo, a layer of faint dark golden light patterns appeared on the ground.
The light patterns converged at the boundaries of Heavenly Prison, forming a huge prototype of the magic circle. The center of the magic circle was the core of Block C, Room Shen prison's foundation, which was the anchor point where Fang Mo originally merged his own Prison Suppressor Law and Heavenly Prison's original law foundation.
"Blood Fiend Annihilation Formation." Old Yan's voice came from Duty Room, and all the guards patrolling in the corridor stopped. "The master spent three days carving this thing into the foundation of Heavenly Prison before he left. The activation condition is that an outsider tries to destroy Law Anchor."
He took Token into his arms and patted the non-existent dust on his hands.
"Mo Qianshan, move all your Alchemy Hall and Blood Fiend Pill to the Blood Pool underground next to Block C, Room Shen prison. That is the fuel depot of Formation."
"Iron Bull, Wumian at the gate of the camp shouted, let it seal all Underground Entrance for me, leaving only the main road. I want those things coming down from the ground to only go one way."
"A dead end leading directly to the core of Formation."
Mo Qianshan and Iron Bull moved at the same time, one ran towards the Alchemy Hall and the other walked towards the camp gate.
Old Yan stood alone in Duty Room, scratched his finger on the blade of Boning Knife, and a drop of Blood Bead seeped out from his fingertip, fell on the floor under his feet, and was completely absorbed by Prison Suppressor Patterns.
"Zhao Heng ah Zhao Heng." He said to the empty Duty Room, with a kind of helplessness unique to elders when they see their juniors making mistakes, "When your father fell into the hands of the master, you should understand one thing."
"Heavenly Prison This place is not something you can just take if you want."
He walked to the window and opened it. The night wind poured in from the outside, bringing with it the unique chill of late autumn in the capital city. In the distance in the direction of the palace, Zhao Heng's newly replaced dragon flag sounded in the wind.
Old Yan looked at the dragon flag for a moment and closed the window.
There were rapid footsteps in the corridor, and Li Mingyue's figure appeared at the door of Duty Room. Qiong Bone Long Saber was hanging on his waist, with a stern face, and in his hand was a piece of new information that had just been sent back from the hidden stake.
"Old Yan, Yong'an Ward's underground passages are moving. Western Desert's group of people have begun to move in the direction of Heavenly Prison."
Old Yan leaned back against the door frame, and Boning Knife twirled the flower in his hand.
"How many people."
"The hidden stake confirmed seventeen auras, three of which are Divine Treasure Realm, and the leading one is suspected to be Half-step Dharma Aspect."
"Half-step Dharma Aspect." Old Yan raised his eyebrows, "Zhao Heng is really willing to spend money."
Li Mingyue stood at the door without coming in. Her right hand rested on the handle of the knife, her knuckles turning slightly white from the exertion.
"Do you want to intercept and kill now?"
"No hurry." Old Yan shook his head, straightened up from the door frame, and walked deeper into Block C, Room Shen prison, "Let them come in."
"When you enter the realm of Heavenly Prison, you enter the boss's mouth."
"Swallow it and save yourself chewing it."
He walked into the darkness deep in the corridor, and Boning Knife's blade flashed in the light of the last wall lamp, and then disappeared together.
Li Mingyue stood at the door of Duty Room, listening to the low and long hum of law coming from the depths of Heavenly Prison's foundation, and released his hand from the handle of the knife.
The Prison Suppressor Patterns under your feet is beating rhythmically, and the frequency is exactly the same as the heartbeat of Fang Mo.
Even though he is thousands of miles away from the Guixu Deep Sea, these lines are still beating.
It's like telling everyone in Heavenly Prison that the master is still there.
Li Mingyue turned around and walked towards the outer sentry post he was responsible for. Qiong Bone Long Saber's scabbard made a slight collision sound in the corridor.
Heavenly Prison In the deepest part of the ground, the pattern of Blood Fiend Annihilation Formation's magic circle is slowly brightening, like a sleeping beast opening its eyes, waiting for its prey to fall into a trap.