Fang Mo When I woke up, the first thing I felt was not pain.
It's quiet.
Most of the Desolate Heaven yellow-brown Annihilation Aura feeling of oppression disappeared, and the air in the entire hemispherical space became able to breathe normally again. The huge body above the dome returned to complete stillness, and even the ups and downs of breathing were no longer visible.
"Wake up."
Nian Nu'er's voice came from above his head, the back of Fang Mo's head was resting on her knees, and the faint blue Nine Nether Black Water was seeping into his meridians from her fingertips, doing the most basic work of unblocking it.
Fang Mo's movement of turning over and sitting up involved at least three broken ribs in his chest. He groaned but did not stop. He sat cross-legged on the cold ore ground and spread his right hand palm upward.
The Prison Suppressor Patterns in the palm of my hand is brighter than before.
"The situation of Demon Embryo."
Nian Nu'er sat down behind him, his blue pupils were particularly clear in the darkness, "The poor man just checked for the master, and the fragments of his soul are still alive. After being taken into Prison Suppressor by you, it was in a state similar to hibernation, but more than 90% of the body was broken, and only the left palm still retains its basic structure."
"Can you save me?"
"It cannot be saved by normal means." Nian Nu'er's voice paused, "But if enough high-level divine essence is poured into it, the Prison Suppressor Patterns in its body will reorganize its physical body on its own. After all, its essence is the creation you hatched with Prison Suppressor Law. As long as the foundation of the law is still there, the physical body is just a container."
Fang Mo's eyes moved from the palm to the huge still body above.
"What is Desolate Heaven's current status?"
"It's very quiet." Nian Nu'er followed his gaze and looked up, "The God Slaying Saber you left in the crack was pushed deep into the core wound. Chaos Law is continuing to operate inside the wound. Its self-healing mechanism and Chaos Law have created a deadlock - as much as it heals will be turned over, which is equivalent to wasting it in place."
"Then it's neither recovering nor getting worse now."
"Yes, it's like a living target nailed to the spot." There was an obvious excitement in Nian Nu'er's tone, "My lord, what I mean is that you don't need to wait three days for the second cut now. Chaos Law has fixed the wound for you. You can harvest it whenever you recover."
Fang Mo did not answer her words, and his attention fell on the tawny light seeping out from the gaps between the scales on Desolate Heaven's body.
The intensity of those lights is getting weaker.
It's not that Desolate Heaven is recovering power, it's losing it - Chaos Law is stuck in the core wound, like a wedge splitting a water pipe, and the divine essence in Desolate Heaven's body is leaking out bit by bit through the gaps in the wound.
Fang Mo stood up.
His legs were still trembling, but Prison Suppressor Patterns had been re-spread from the soles of his feet. Although the range was only a pitiful one foot, it was enough for him to stand firm.
"You said Demon Embryo needs high-level divine essence."
Nian Nu'er's eyes lit up, "The Lord wants to--"
"Why can't I catch what it leaks?"
Fang Mo is already walking upwards. His pace is very slow, each step takes three or four times the normal time, but he does not hesitate in the direction - towards the places where the yellowish-brown light is the strongest.
Nian Nu'er followed him and hesitated before speaking, "My lord, Desolate Heaven's divine essence is of extremely high level. If you Five Viscera's empty meridians are broken and you absorb it directly--"
"Who said I have to absorb it myself."
Fang Mo walked directly under the giant hand of Desolate Heaven's body. The yellow-brown light seeping out from between the fingers became much docile after losing the control of the owner. It no longer had the attribute of death, but pure divine energy was flowing slowly.
He stretched out his right hand and pointed the Prison Suppressor Patterns in his palm at the dripping yellow-brown light spots above his head.
"Prison Suppressor·Containment."
The dark golden chain shot out from his palm, instead of rushing towards Desolate Heaven's body - Fang Mo knew very well that he was not qualified to exist at the level of Containment - the target of the chain was the free essence leaking from the wound.
The end of the chain trembled violently the moment it came into contact with the first drop of yellowish-brown light. The purity of that essence far exceeded anything that Fang Mo had swallowed before. Even the leaked residue was more than ten times richer than the entire Magic Power of the Dharma Aspect Realm Old Ancestor.
But the chain was not broken.
Because Fang Mo did not lead these essences to his own meridians - he connected the other end of the chain to the dark red light spot deep in his palm.
Demon Embryo's remaining soul.
The tawny divine essence flowed into the palm of Prison Suppressor Chains, passed through the Prison Suppressor's Law channel, and poured directly into the remaining left palm of Demon Embryo.
Fang Mo's entire right arm was as hot as if it had been stuffed into a furnace when the essence flowed through it. A layer of fine blisters appeared on the surface of his skin, but his hand did not move. Prison Suppressor Patterns's frequency was accelerating, like an engine running overload.
"My lord." Nian Nu'er stood behind him, Nine Nether Black Water poured out from between her fingers and pressed against the surface of Fang Mo's right arm for cooling, "The flow rate is too fast and your arm meridians cannot bear it."
"Then go slower."
Fang Mo's left hand pressed on the right wrist, and Chaos Law was transmitted from the left arm, briefly reversing the direction of the blood flow in the meridians of the right arm - the speed of the essence flowing through suddenly dropped by 70%, turning into a slow but continuous trickle.
When Demon Embryo's remnant soul received the first ray of Desolate Heaven essence, there were changes that Fang Mo could clearly perceive - the dark red light spot began to beat, the frequency became faster and faster, and it expanded in a circle every time it beat. The remnant soul that was originally only the size of a fingernail quickly expanded into a fist-sized Light Orb under the nourishment of the essence.
"It is reorganizing." There was surprise in Nian Nu'er's voice, "Much faster than the poor family expected. Desolate Heaven's divine essence is like a tailor-made supplement for it - of course Yes, the basis of its law is originally your Prison Suppressor Patterns, and Desolate Heaven is the only one to escape the judgment of Prison Suppressor. There is a natural affinity between the two."
Fang Mo did not speak. His right hand maintained the posture of Containment, and his left hand controlled the flow rate. The whole person was like a pipe connecting Desolate Heaven and Demon Embryo.
The time for a stick of incense has passed.
Two sticks of incense.
Three sticks of incense.
Fang Mo's right arm turned from blisters to extensive burns. The new tender flesh was cooked by the essence and then cooled and repaired by Nine Nether Black Water. After repeated cycles, the arm turned into a strange red and white color.
But the changes in Demon Embryo make it all worth it.
The dark red mass of Light Orb deep in the palm has expanded to the size of a human head. At the core of Light Orb, a miniature humanoid outline is slowly taking shape - different from the vague baby boy form before, this time the reorganized outline is clearer. Although Five Senses has not yet been fully formed, the proportions of its limbs have tended to be that of an adult male.
The most critical change is that the Prison Suppressor Patterns covering its whole body has changed from the original dark gold to a dark gold base intertwined with a layer of yellow-brown two-color lines.
The Nirvana attribute of Desolate Heaven is being digested and absorbed by Prison Suppressor Law, transforming it into Demon Embryo's own power.
"It's evolving." Nian Nu'er squatted next to Fang Mo, his blue pupils staring at Light Orb in his palm, the surprise in his voice turned into something almost pious. "Lord, you are not saving it, you are using the essence of Desolate Heaven to recast its foundation. It was originally just a False God Embryo that was abandoned by the emperor, and now it is transforming into--"
"Prison Suppressor's first member Divine General." Fang Mo finished this sentence for her, and the corners of her mouth curved in the severe pain of the burn.
The tawny essence is still leaking out from Desolate Heaven's wound. Fang Mo's right hand is held steadily, one end of the chain is connected to Desolate Heaven, and the other end is connected to Demon Embryo. The two-color light of dark gold and tawny meets and diverges in his palm.
Until the humanoid outline of Demon Embryo was completely finalized in Light Orb.
Until those two-color lines cover every inch of its body.
Until a dark golden light core the size of a fist appeared in its chest - it was the "heart" condensed by Prison Suppressor Law, and its beating frequency was completely synchronized with Prison Suppressor Patterns in Fang Mo's body.
Fang Mo took back the chain.
His right arm hung down by his side, and he had lost all feeling from his shoulder to his fingertips. Before the burns on the skin surface could be repaired, a layer of frost was Nine Nether Black Water, which looked shocking.
But when his eyes fell on the palm of his hand, Light Orb, there was undisguised satisfaction in his eyes.
"That's enough."
Then he raised his eyes again and looked at the huge body above that had become even more gray due to the loss of a large amount of essence.
The yellow-brown light in the gaps between Desolate Heaven's scales was visibly dimmed by 20% with the naked eye. The fingers of the giant hand were a little looser than before, and the breathing rate of the entire body was lower.
"Rebellion..."
The voice sounded again, but this time it stopped after saying only one word, as if part of the strength to curse had been taken away.
Fang Mo looked at the flabby giant hand, raised his right hand that was so hot that it was deformed, and raised his middle finger in the direction of the giant hand.
"Why are you so anxious? I'll collect your whole body in three days."
Nian Nu'er helped him walk down, and after walking for more than ten steps, he suddenly spoke.
"My lord, Uncle Fang's true body is still inside its heart."
Fang Mo's footsteps did not stop.
"So the knife that will be used three days later is not to kill it." His voice came out from between his teeth, with a calmness that sent chills down Nian Nu'er's spine, "It is to cut out its heart completely."