The moment Fang Dashan's expression suddenly changed, the seven chain branches running through his body simultaneously made a sharp creaking sound. The darkness on the surface of the chain Golden Patterns dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the energy that maintained its operation was being forcibly extracted by some force.
"It woke up early." Fang Dashan's voice came out from between his teeth. He was not talking to Fang Mo, but more like scolding himself, "Prison Suppressor Law's fluctuations were too strong when you came in, stimulating its remaining consciousness."
The soles of Fang Mo's feet were no longer stable, and the ground of the entire hemispherical space was vibrating at an extremely strange frequency - not bumping up and down, but being pulled toward the dome, as if the gravity of the earth had been overwritten by some higher-dimensional force at this moment.
The giant hand changed from hanging down to half-grip, and the five fingers thicker than the city wall slowly closed together. The bending of each finger created a visible air pressure ripple in the space. Wherever the ripple swept, even the darkly glowing ores on the dome were cracking.
"The traitor's seed..."
The voice spoke again, more than ten times clearer than before. Fang Mo could even recognize the structure of the language - it was not any human language, but he could understand the meaning of each word, as if those words bypassed the eardrum and were directly formed in his Sea of Consciousness.
Fang Mo's Prison Suppressor Patterns reacted at the same time. Dark golden light burst out from every inch of his skin, wrapping his whole body in a thick layer of legal light armor. Five Viscera Divine Treasures's power reached its limit without his deliberate urging.
"Fang Mo." Fang Dashan's voice became urgent. He on the chain was desperately doing something - his fingers were drawing some kind of Law Runes in the void. Every time he drew a line, his face became paler and the chain that ran through his body became darker. "The time I used to create the window for you has changed. It's not thirty breaths, it's fifteen breaths. It woke up too fast."
Fang Mo held God Slaying Saber horizontally in front of him, with the blade facing up. The dragon pattern bloomed into a circle of dark red Blood Light under the light of the dark golden law light armor.
"Where is the crack in the forehead?"
"It's three hundred feet directly above. When I loosen the chain, its body will fall, and the crack will be exposed directly above the hand. You only have one chance to use the knife."
Nian Nu'er shouted behind Fang Mo.
"My lord, the poor family will open a way for you."
Fang Mo didn't look back, but he heard the unique turbid sound when Nine Nether Black Water exploded from Nian Nu'er - she pushed all the power she could mobilize in her new body to the limit, and the faint blue light peeled off from her body, forming a translucent channel in mid-air, which extended from Fang Mo's feet to the crack in the dome.
"Nine Nether Floating Bridge, a poor family can maintain twenty breaths. Don't stop after the master goes up."
Fang Mo stepped on the first step of the faint blue passage.
Fang Dashan's voice came from the chain, carrying a kind of madness released for the first time in eighteen years.
"Pine."
The seven branches of the chain that penetrated his body broke at the same time, and the dark golden fragments exploded into a meteor shower in the space. Fang Dashan's body detached from the middle of the chain and fell downwards. At the same time, he clasped his hands together - pushing all the Law Runes that had been drawn for a long time to the top of the chain.
Under the impact of Law Runes, the entire huge chain that penetrated the heaven and earth produced the most violent tremors Fang Mo could see. The yellow-brown light transmitted from the upper end was temporarily blocked, and the movements of the giant hand showed obvious lag.
Fang Mo's body has already flown hundreds of feet along the faint blue passage.
His speed was not caused by running, but by being ejected by the Ember Emotion Soaring Step and Karma Fire Lotus under his feet. Every step he took on Nian Nu'er and Nine Nether Floating Bridge splashed a circle of dark red flame ripples. After seven steps, his figure had turned into a stream of light that was a mixture of dark gold and dark red, passing through the cracks in the dome and rushing into the space above.
The world above the dome briefly overloaded Fang Mo's Eye of Karma.
The body was larger than what he saw from below. His current position was about the height of its chest. The gray-white cracked scales spread around him like a collapsed city wall. The yellow-brown light seeping out from the gaps in the scales was as thick as a solid body. It made a corrosive sound when it touched Fang Mo's Prison Suppressor Law light armor.
The giant hand was a hundred feet away on his left side, with the fingers still in a half-grip position. Fang Dashan's Law Runes had an effect - Desolate Heaven's movements were indeed sluggish, but Fang Mo could feel that the sluggishness was fading at an extremely fast speed.
He looked up.
The forehead and heart. The crack mentioned by Fang Dashan is in the forehead and heart.
From the chest to the forehead, there is still a distance of at least two hundred feet, and he needs to climb up this huge body.
Fang Mo's feet suddenly kicked out at the end of the Nian Nu'er pontoon, and his whole body turned into a dark golden arrow and shot upward. Ember Emotion Soaring Step's flames bloomed continuously on the soles of his feet. Every step stepped on the surface of Desolate Heaven's scales, crushing those cracked scales.
Seven steps.
Fourteen steps.
Twenty-one steps.
He saw the crack.
In the center of Desolate Heaven's huge face that Five Senses couldn't see clearly, a crack was slowly opening from forehead to brow bone. Inside the crack was not flesh and blood, but a piece of pure nothingness - similar to the space crack that Fang Mo tore out with Chaos Law in the sunken ship, but the scale was more than a thousand times larger.
The edge of the crack glowed with an old dark golden light.
The injuries left by Prison Suppressor Law.
Injuries from past lives.
At this moment, God Slaying Saber of Fang Mo was lifted above his head, holding the handle with both hands, and all the dragon patterns on the blade lit up. Geng Gold Killing Aura poured out from the Lung Palace and covered the entire blade. The blade in Platinum Killing Aura was like a cold moon hanging in the deep sea.
"The traitor... seed..."
Desolate Heaven's voice sounded for the third time, this time not talking to himself, this time with clear killing intent - the giant hand finally broke free from the restraints of Fang Dashan Law Runes, and swept towards Fang Mo at a speed that was completely unmatched by its size.
Before the giant hand touched Fang Mo, the air in front of the palm had already turned into a semi-solid existence. It was pure Annihilation Aura - all things have no qualifications to exist in the face of this kind of breath. It does not destroy, but returns everything to zero.
Fang Mo and Five Viscera Divine Treasures exploded simultaneously at the moment when the giant hand swept over.
Kidney Palace--Nine Nether Black Water spurted out from the palm of his left hand, turning into a dark shield wall blocking his side.
Liver Palace--The cyan Sorrow Mist spread from his shoulder blades, forcibly stripping away the emotional component of the Annihilation Aura.
Heart Palace--Seven Emotions Karma Fire ignited in his chest, and the flames of Crimson Gold rolled through his body, rekindling the space frozen by Annihilation Aura.
Lung Palace--Geng Gold Killing Aura Six Platinum White light wings shot out from his back. Each one was an invisible knife, cutting the solid air coming towards his face.
Spleen Palace--Thick Earth Law surged up from the soles of his feet, anchoring his body in this chaotic space, even if the earth was turned upside down, it would not move even an inch.
The five-color rays of light condensed into a huge Five Elements Wheel behind Fang Mo, and Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth were arranged in sequence, rotating in an endless cycle. With each rotation, the legal light armor on Fang Mo's body became thicker.
At this moment, the edge of the giant hand touched the defensive circle of Fang Mo.
There is no sound from the collision.
The sound does not exist in front of Annihilation Aura.
But Fang Mo could feel that his ribs were bending and his meridians were tearing. The laws in Five Viscera Divine Treasures were rapidly attenuating while being output wildly - his defense only lasted three breaths before cracks appeared under this blow. The wood attribute area of Five Elements Wheel was the first to collapse, followed by the water attribute, and then the fire attribute.
His body flew back twenty feet under the push of the giant hand, and his back hit a piece of scale armor on Desolate Heaven's neck. The entire scale armor was shattered by the force of his impact, and the fragments were embedded in his back muscles.
Fang Mo was lying on the broken scales, with a line of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Five Viscera Divine Treasures's operation was obviously stagnant - the blow just now was not at a level that he could handle, even if it was just the aftermath, even if Desolate Heaven was not fully awake yet.
"My lord." Nian Nu'er's voice came from far below, carrying anxiety and some kind of suppressed fear.
Fang Mo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, climbed up from the broken scales, and held God Slaying Saber again with both hands.
His gaze passed through the space disrupted by Annihilation Aura, and refocused on the slowly closing crack on his forehead.
There's still ten feet to go.
The cracks are closing, and Fang Dashan's window is ticking.
"Reverse Tendons Defying the Norm." Fang Mo's arms lit up with gray twisted lines at the same time. The laws of the left arm and the laws of the right arm converged on his chest, forming a Chaos Law vortex. At the center of the vortex was a force that even Fang Mo himself could not fully control - the rebellion of Law, the collapse of order.
He slapped the vortex onto the scales of Desolate Heaven under his feet.
The growth direction of the scales instantly flipped under the action of Chaos Law. The originally flat scales bounced outward like a spring, ejecting Fang Mo's body in the direction of the crack in the forehead.
The distance of ten feet was reduced to zero in one breath.
The crack was right in front of him, closing, leaving only the last foot of gap.
Fang Mo lifted God Slaying Saber to the highest point, all the power - Geng Gold Killing Aura, Nine Nether Black Water, Seven Emotions Karma Fire, the heavy pressure of the earth, the power of consciousness of Qingwu Eroding, Chaos Law, Spiritual Terrace Burial Cosmos - all poured into this knife.
God Slaying Saber's blade underwent changes visible to the naked eye after carrying these powers. The dragon pattern changed from dark red to a color that mixed all colors and finally returned to pure black. The black light extending from the blade skyrocketed from three feet to three feet, then ten feet, and then one hundred feet.
Thousands of feet of black light.
Fang Mo's voice came out from deep in his throat. It was not shouting or roaring, but he just said two words. Those two words were so bland that it didn't sound like he was doing such a desperate thing.
"Heaven Slash."
The knife fell.
Thousands of feet of black light tore open the last closed distance of the crack, tore open the pure nothingness inside the crack, and tore open the shell of the slowly beating yellow-brown core in the depths of the nothingness.
The moment Blade Light touched the core of Desolate Heaven's body, it had the most violent reaction Fang Mo had ever seen in his life - its entire body shrank at the same time, and the giant hand, those gray-white scales, and the face that could not be seen clearly Five Senses all collapsed towards the center of the forehead, like a punctured balloon.
"Rebel--"
Desolate Heaven's voice was cut off by Fang Mo's Sword Intent before it spoke the third word. The word "apprentice" did not fall to the ground, and together with its core shell, was crushed into pieces by thousands of feet of black light.
But the core is not broken.
Fang Mo's Sword Intent hit something inside after penetrating the core shell. It felt like using an extremely sharp sword to stab an infinitely thick iron wall - after the blade penetrated about half an inch, it could no longer be pushed forward.
A massive amount of yellow-brown light emerged from the wound cut by Sword Intent on the core surface. The light was not an attack, but some kind of almost instinctive defensive reaction, like a wounded beast shrinking into its shell.
Fang Mo's arms lost all strength after this blow. God Slaying Saber fell off from his hands and turned into a black light falling downwards.
His body hung directly above the crack in his forehead and heart, his limbs were weak, his meridians were empty, and the output of Five Viscera Divine Treasures's laws had all returned to zero.
But the corners of his mouth curved at this moment.
It's not a wry smile, it's not self-deprecation, it's the pure, instinctive excitement that comes from seeing the prey reveal its flaws.
"Half an inch." His voice came out of his throat, and the blood at the corner of his mouth made his smile look particularly ferocious, "It's harder than I thought, but it's already half an inch in."
The core of Desolate Heaven was shrinking crazily below his field of vision. The wound opened by God Slaying Saber was healing at an extremely fast speed, but a dark golden mark was left at the bottom of the wound - half an inch deep.
Mark of Prison Suppressor Law.
Fang Mo began to fall downwards after losing all his strength. The wind whistled past his ears. His body rolled through the closing gap in the forehead and heart. If he took one more breath later, the closing crack would cut him in half.
As he fell, Record of Punishing Crimes opened automatically in his Sea of Consciousness, and dark gold text appeared on a new page. Those words Fang Mo had no time to take a closer look, and only captured the last line.
"Prison Suppressor·Record of Punishing Crimes·Record: Fallen Deity Desolate Heaven, the core wound has been planted Prison Suppressor Anchor, the anchor point is expected to take seven days to take root."
Fang Mo closed his eyes.
Seven days later, he will come again.
His falling body was caught by a pair of hands in mid-air - it was Fang Dashan. Fang Dashan had fallen off the chain. The clone's body was becoming transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the strength of those hands was still as steady as a mountain.
"Caught it." Fang Dashan put him in his arms and looked down at him covered in blood. For the first time in eighteen years, a smile without any bitterness appeared on his young face, "I'm so strong."
Fang Mo lay in his arms and did not move after being caught. He just turned his gaze upwards - the crack had been completely closed. Desolate Heaven's body also stopped collapsing and resumed its sleeping posture. However, Fang Mo could feel that the fingers of that giant hand were clenching tighter than before.
"Seven days." Fang Mo's voice was so hoarse that it sounded like he was rubbing the throat with sandpaper. "After seven days, I will cut again. The anchor will take root and it will not be able to escape."
Fang Dashan's clone was so transparent that he could see the chain behind him. He lowered his head and looked into Fang Mo's eyes. Something was flowing rapidly in those ancient eyes.
"I can't last seven days." His voice became very soft, so soft that Fang Mo could barely hear it, "After the clone dissipates, there will be no one to maintain the chain, and it will wake up completely within three days."
Fang Mo turned over in his arms and sat up holding his arms.
"Where is your true body."
Fang Dashan's clone has become so transparent that only an outline is left, but that outline is still smiling.
"Right inside its heart, next to that anchor point."
His voice became more and more distant, like an echo coming from the bottom of the deep water.
"Seven days is too long, kid. You have to do it again within three days."
"Otherwise I really won't be able to get out."
The clone completely dissipated, Fang Mo's body lost support and fell back to the ground in the hemispherical space below.
Nian Nu'er's Nine Nether Floating Bridge appeared at his feet in time and caught him firmly.
Fang Mo stood on the blue light bridge. Every part of his body was in pain, but his right hand had already grasped God Slaying Saber, which he had caught in mid-air when he fell from a height.
"Three days." He put the knife back to his waist and said these two words in the direction of Nian Nu'er below.
Nian Nu'er stood at the starting point of the light bridge and looked up at him, his extremely embarrassed and arrogant look reflected in his blue pupils.
"What do you plan to do, my lord?"
Fang Mo wiped the blood from his face, and Prison Suppressor Patterns lit up slightly in his palm again. The frequency was slow but steady, like an engine that had been emptied of its fuel tank and was slowly recharging.
"Go back." His eyes retracted from the direction where Desolate Heaven was sleeping, and fell on the deserted submarine plain at his feet. After Fang Dashan's clone disappeared, those gray and black armors also dispersed, turning into silent empty shells.
"Go back and eat enough, sleep enough, and refill all the laws of Five Viscera Divine Treasures."
The corners of his mouth curved again, and the dragon pattern buzzed in the scabbard.
"Come back in three days and cut that hole to the end."