Fang Dashan's main body is not at the position where the clone disappeared.
When Fang Mo and Nian Nu'er landed along Nine Nether Floating Bridge to the bottom of the hemispherical space, only seven broken Prison Suppressor Chains fragments and empty gray-black armors were left on the ground. Those Fang Family Army soldiers under Wei Changqing also turned into nothingness after their clones dissipated.
But one thing remained.
There is a palm-sized piece of Copper Fragments embedded in the section of the thickest fragment of the chain.
Fang Mo walked over and squatted down, and the moment his right hand touched Copper Fragments, Prison Suppressor Patterns reacted automatically. The dark golden light resonated with the regular patterns on the surface of Copper Fragments, but this time the resonance was not a simple fit, but an image emerged on the surface of Copper Fragments.
Fang Dashan's face.
The clone is different from the main body, and the image of the main body is recorded in this piece of Copper Fragments. Fang Dashan's face is finally no longer the ridiculously young face of the clone, but a real weather-beaten middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples and deep lines at the corners of his eyes, but the light in those eyes is brighter than anyone Fang Mo has ever seen.
The image spoke, and his voice was hoarse, as if he had exhausted most of his energy when recording this sentence.
"Boy, if you can read this, it means Desolate Heaven is dead. You are more capable than I think."
Fang Mo squatted next to the fragment of the chain, holding Copper Fragments in front of him. Crimson Gold's veins and lines danced slightly on his arm, making Fang Dashan's face in the image flicker.
"You should already know about the heart. Ember Vein Burning Emotion has been locked by Desolate Heaven for countless thousands of years. Its body has been burning as fuel in Desolate Heaven's chest. I discovered it when I first came here, but there is no way to get it out. Unless Desolate Heaven dies, the heart can't come out."
The image of Fang Dashan smiled. The smile was exactly the same as the one Fang Mo had seen in the memory fragments, with a ruthless attitude that no matter what it faced, it didn't matter.
"You must want to ask where I am."
Fang Mo made no sound, but his right hand tightly grasped the edge of Copper Fragments.
"There is Guixu deep in the Guixu." The tone of the Fang Dashan image became serious, and the vertical lines between the brows were particularly clear in the image, "This seabed space is just the First Layer heart of Guixu. The real core is further down, which is many thousands of feet deeper than where Desolate Heaven is sleeping."
"There is a piece of stuff there. I started looking for it before your mother was pregnant with you. It took me almost twenty years to find it."
Fang Dashan's image paused, as if he was considering his words.
"Foundation of Heavenly Prison."
"You think Heavenly Prison is just a prison cell? You're wrong, kid. The foundation of Divine Capital Heavenly Prison was cut from the same piece as Prison Suppressor Magic Treasure. I don't know who split Prison Suppressor Magic Treasure into pieces and scattered them everywhere. The largest piece was buried in Divine Capital Underground, and a cell was built on it."
"My true body is now in the deepest part of Guixu, because the core fragments of Prison Suppressor Magic Treasure - the real core, not the few pieces of Copper Fragments in your hand - are sinking there. I have to dig it out, take it back, and put it back together with the Heavenly Prison foundation, so that you can have a complete Prison Suppressor to use in the future."
In the video, Fang Dashan's eyes changed, from being naughty to something Fang Mo couldn't explain clearly, like expectation and reluctance.
"The road I paved for you ends here. Desolate Heaven is dead and his heart has been taken away. You can walk the rest of the road by yourself."
"Wei Changqing's Fang Family Army was raised by me for eighteen years. I originally wanted to leave it to you as a bodyguard, but the clones couldn't hold it anymore and they dispersed. If you want more people in the future, you can raise them yourself."
The image began to become blurry, and the regular patterns on the surface of Copper Fragments gradually dimmed after the light weakened.
"That's right." The last words of Fang Dashan's image were squeezed out before dissipating. His tone was as casual as if he was casually mentioning what he was going to eat today.
"I don't know if I can catch up in thirty years. If you are in a hurry, go to the deepest part of Guixu to find me. But don't worry, you still have a lot of debts to collect. Let's settle the above matters first."
Copper Fragments's light was completely extinguished.
Fang Mo remained in the crouching position without moving, holding the piece of Copper Fragments that had dimmed in his right hand. The veins and patterns of Crimson Gold beat very quickly on his arm, synchronizing with his accelerating heartbeat at the moment.
Nian Nu'er stood three steps behind him, without speaking, just looking at his back quietly.
"My dad." Fang Mo finally spoke, his voice as flat as a piece of white paper.
"Everything is arranged."
"Copper Fragments was released by him. Wei Changqing was raised by him. Desolate Heaven was held back by him. He saved my heart for me. Even my route to Guixu was marked by him with a broken sword."
He stood up, took Copper Fragments into his arms, and turned to face Nian Nu'er. The expression on his face made Nian Nu'er's smile freeze.
Not moved.
It's not gratitude.
It was something she had only seen once on Fang Mo's face - that time in Heavenly Prison, when he found out that he was being used as a chess piece and moved several steps on someone else's chessboard.
Not happy.
Pure, bone-deep dissatisfaction.
"My lord?"
"Nian Nu'er." Fang Mo's voice was very calm, and the flame of Crimson Gold flickered on and off between his breaths, "Every step I took from time traveling to now was within my father's arrangement."
Nian Nu'er didn't answer because the answer is obvious.
Heavenly Prison hereditary identity. Wang Youan and Old Yan's secret guardianship. Copper Fragments's batch delivery. Guixu's route guidance. Even Ember Vein Burning Emotion's heart in Desolate Heaven's body seems to have been calculated long ago, waiting for the day when Fang Mo's strength is achieved.
Fang Mo tilted his head, and the dragon pattern buzzed on his waist. It was God Slaying Saber's sword soul transmitting a recovery signal to him through Chaos Law's connection. The sword was still stuck in the dissipated core remains of Desolate Heaven, waiting for him to retrieve it.
"Follow the road paved by my father." The corner of Fang Mo's mouth curved, and the arc reminded Nian Nu'er of his expression when he tore Flying Fish Robe apart in Heavenly Prison, "Collect the debt my father saved for me. Kill the enemies my father has held back for me. Finally, I have to go to the place designated by my father to find him."
"What's this?"
"A filial son and a good grandson follow the picture to ask for help?"
Nian Nu'er's faint blue eyes flashed. She knew the person in front of her very well. Fang Mo was not ungrateful in nature. He never hesitated to repay Old Yan Iron Bull, the people who followed him for their lives, but there was only one thing that he couldn't bear the most.
be arranged.
Arranged by anyone.
Even if that person is his biological father.
"What do you want to do, my lord?" Nian Nu'er asked.
Fang Mo did not answer immediately. He walked towards the core position that remained after Desolate Heaven dissipated, and found God Slaying Saber stuck in the cracks in the ground among a pile of gray-white powder. The Chaos Law Patterns on the blade was still flickering faintly. He pulled out the knife and held it in his hand.
The flame of Crimson Gold spread from the palm of his hand to the handle of the knife, and then from the handle to the blade. The dragon pattern of God Slaying Saber buzzed under the influence of Crimson Gold Karma Fire, like a sleeping beast yawning after being fed.
"Go back." Fang Mo put the knife back to his waist.
Nian Nu'er is waiting for his follow-up.
"I won't go to the depths of Guixu to find him." Fang Mo's voice was flat, and Crimson Gold's pupils intertwined with the silver-white Eye of Karma in his right eye to create a strange beauty, "He paved his way, and I will walk mine. Thirty years? I can't wait for thirty years, and I don't plan to wait."
"If he wants to smash Prison Suppressor from below, I will smash it from above."
"Heavenly Prison Ten Blocks I still have a few rooms to clear. I still have a bunch of God King fragments scattered outside that have been confiscated. Rift of Sealing Point are crawling out Old Gods eggs."
Fang Mo looked up at the dome that had begun to crack due to the demise of Desolate Heaven. Rubbles fell from the cracks. The pressure of the sea water was squeezing this space that had lost its owner from all directions.
"This place is going to collapse." Nian Nu'er reminded.
"Let it collapse." The corners of Fang Mo's mouth curved wider.
He lowered his head and looked at the cracking ore ground under his feet. That perspective reminded him of himself who was still in Heavenly Prison Duty Room, of the Prison Suppressor Patterns covered with Eight Immortals Table and the endless supply of herbal tea on the table.
"But before you go."
His right hand was pressed on the ground, and Prison Suppressor Patterns spread out from the palm of his hand, covering the entire hemispherical space at an extremely fast speed.
"I want all the remnants of the law here."