After Wei Changqing said those words, the entire submarine plain fell into a silence that was so heavy that it was suffocating.
Fang Mo stood in place, the Prison Suppressor Patterns in the palm of his right hand and the newly integrated Eye of Karma running at the same time, looking through the black boulder door, and saw the entanglement in the space behind the door. The intertwined Karma Threads is as dense as a spider web, and each strand has a different luster, some are dark gold, some are off-white, some are dark red, and there is also a kind of turbid yellow-brown that Fang Mo has never seen before.
"Have you seen the thing behind the door?" Fang Mo didn't look at Wei Changqing. His eyes were always fixed on the stone door when he asked.
Wei Changqing shook his head, and there was a kind of confusion in his restored pupils, as if they had been crushed by the years and put back together again.
"After the general entered, he never came out again. The door was sealed from the inside and it remained sealed for eighteen years."
Nian Nu'er walked to Fang Mo's side, and something surged rapidly in the depths of her blue pupils. When her Nine Nether Origin approached the stone door, she had an extremely abnormal reaction - not rejection, but shrinkage.
"My lord, I don't know the smell behind the door."
Fang Mo turned to look at her.
Nian Nu'er's face was uglier than anything Fang Mo had ever seen along the way. The Nine Nether Black Water on the surface of her new body shrank uncontrollably into her body, as if she was instinctively trying to shrink her sense of existence.
"That is not a simple remnant of Old Gods, nor is it the exhaust gas leaked from Law Rift." Her voice was very low, so low that only Fang Mo could hear it, "It was a living thing, and it lived for a long time. When the poor family was still intact, it was already under Guixu."
Fang Mo's hand pressed back on the handle of God Slaying Saber.
"How strong."
Nian Nu'er looked at him, his blue pupils no longer had the fun and calmness of the past, replaced by a seriousness that was so real and dazzling.
"Poor people can't say for sure, but one thing is certain."
"What."
"Uncle Fang went in for eighteen years and didn't come out, not because he couldn't fight, but because he couldn't leave."
Fang Mo was silent for a few breaths, and then walked towards the stone door.
Wei Changqing got out of the way, and hundreds of gray and black armors behind him separated to both sides like a tide, making way for Fang Mo to make a straight passage. The sound of weapons hitting the ground echoed one after another in the deep sea space, like some ancient military salute.
Fang Mo walked to the stone door and pressed it with his palm.
Prison Suppressor Patterns penetrated from his palm into the pattern of laws on the surface of the stone door, and the two resonated the same as Copper Fragments - but the intensity of the resonance this time was far greater than any before, so strong that Fang Mo could feel the laws in Five Viscera Divine Treasures trembling with it.
The stone door did not break or open, but turned into dark golden light spots as a whole, like a wall of sand blown away by the wind, silently dissipating into the sea water.
The scene behind the door stopped Fang Mo in his tracks.
It was a huge hemispherical space. The dome was made of some kind of ore that emitted faint dark light, illuminating the entire space in a cold gray-blue tone. In the center of the space was a huge chain that ran through the sky and the earth. Fang Mo recognized the material of the chain - it was exactly the same as the chain Record of Punishing Crimes shot out of his body, but it was hundreds of times thicker.
The lower end of the chain penetrated deep into the ground, and Fang Mo Eye of Karma couldn't see the end.
There is a person hanging in the middle of the chain.
He was not tied, but penetrated - the chain entered the man's body from his left shoulder, passed out from his right waist, penetrated from his back, and came out from his chest. There were seven branches that nailed the man to the middle of the chain, and his posture was like a specimen of a butterfly.
The man was wearing a coarse shirt whose original color could no longer be seen. His hair was scattered and covered most of his face, but the exposed jaw line was seventy-nine similar to Fang Mo.
Fang Dashan.
Fang Mo's right foot crossed where the stone gate once existed and stepped onto the ground of this space.
As soon as he entered, the Fang Dashan on the chain moved - not raising his head, not speaking, but the branches of the chain that penetrated his body suddenly tightened, as if something yanked on the other end of the chain.
At the same time, an extremely dull breath came from the upper end of the chain - which extended all the way to the top of the dome, a height beyond the reach of Fang Mo's sight.
That breath was not a sound that humans could make. It was more like some huge existence turning over in its sleep. The exhaled breath was transmitted downward through the entire chain, causing the ground under Fang Mo's feet to tremble visible to the naked eye.
Eye of Karma of Fang Mo is fully open.
He saw it.
The upper end of the huge chain was not connected to the dome, but continued upward through the dome for an unknown distance, and finally penetrated into a body that was so huge that it was completely beyond Fang Mo's knowledge.
Only a small part of the outline of the body can be seen in Eye of Karma - a hand, a hanging hand, each joint of the fingers is larger than the entire body of Fang Mo. The back of the hand is covered with gray-white scales that have cracked and peeled off. What oozes out from the gaps in the scales is not blood, but a turbid yellow-brown light.
The hand didn't move, but Fang Mo could feel that the aura emanating from the body was changing - from the weak fluctuations in deep sleep to the slow awakening of half-dream and half-awake.
"You're here."
The voice did not come from Fang Dashan's mouth, but came from above the chain and from the direction of the huge body. The voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself, but every word seemed to be directly imprinted on Fang Mo's Soul Depth.
Fang Mo didn't reply. His gaze retracted from above and fell back on Fang Dashan, who was penetrated by chains.
Fang Dashan's face slowly lifted up at this moment.
The hair that covered the face slid down to both sides along the movement, revealing a face that was completely different from what Fang Mo remembered - not older, but younger, as young as a man in his early thirties, but the light in his eyes was too old to be possessed by a human being.
"Boy." Fang Dashan's mouth moved, and his voice was so hoarse that the original timbre could hardly be heard, but there was a calmness in his tone that made Fang Mo very uncomfortable, "It came two years earlier than I expected."
Fang Mo walked directly under the chain, looked up at his father who was nailed in mid-air, and pressed his right hand on God Slaying Saber without letting go.
"You've been locked up here for eighteen years."
"Locked for eighteen years." The corner of Fang Dashan's mouth moved, and the arc was barely a smile. "If you don't lock me, the One Above will wake up. Once fully awakened, Guixu's Law Rift will expand to an irreversible level within three days, and the entire East Sea will sink."
Fang Mo's eyes moved to the upper end of the chain.
"What is that."
Fang Dashan didn't answer immediately. He turned his head and looked at Nian Nu'er who was following behind Fang Mo. Something flashed in his gray-white eyeballs.
"Succubus Progenitor, he actually reshaped his body." There was no surprise in his tone, as if he was confirming a result that he had expected, "What did the boy give you to build your body?"
Nian Nu'er stood three steps behind Fang Mo and gave an extremely standard junior salute to Fang Dashan, who was nailed to death by chains. A rare trace of true respect appeared in his blue pupils.
"Heaven Devouring Hou Heart Blood, Power of Creation, Spiritual Terrace Burial Cosmos's law essence, plus the Lord's nine drops of Nine Nether Origin."
Fang Dashan's eyebrows moved.
"Spiritual Terrace Burial Cosmos?"
"The Lord swallowed 10% of it Split Spirit."
Fang Dashan was silent, his eyes moved from Nian Nu'er back to Fang Mo's face, and stayed for three breaths on the right eye that was fused with Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection.
"The mirror pupils have also closed up." There was something extra in his voice. It wasn't relief, but more like an extremely complex emotion compressed into a short sigh, "It's faster than I thought."
Fang Mo did not respond to these sentiments. He directly asked the question that had been hanging in Sea of Consciousness since entering the door.
"Are you a clone or a real person."
Fang Dashan's gaze stopped on Fang Mo's face, and in those ancient eyes that were not of normal human age, there was finally a hint of bitterness.
"What do you think."
Eye of Karma of Fang Mo had given him the answer - Karma Threads on Fang Dashan was incomplete, one-third of the threads were broken, and the cuts were neat. Different from the silver-white cuts he saw in the pits, these cuts were dark gold.
It was cut off by Prison Suppressor Law.
"Clone." Fang Mo's voice had no warmth, "Your body is elsewhere."
Fang Dashan nodded, and a few drops of dark red liquid seeped out from those parts of his body where the chain passed through, dripping down the chain.
"The main body is deeper, in that person's heart, locking the last one-third of its consciousness. If I let go and one-third of the consciousness returns to the main body, it will wake up completely."
Fang Mo's eyes moved again to the outline of the huge body above.
"What's it called?"
Fang Dashan raised his head and looked in the direction where the chain extended. His scattered hair hung on both sides of his cheeks. When the sound was squeezed out of his throat, the temperature in the entire hemispherical space suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees.
"Fallen Deity was the only one to escape the judgment of Prison Suppressor in the ancient war."
"Desolate Heaven."