Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

A sharp glint flashed in Su Mo's eyes, a glint even more dazzling than the sharpest "Boundary-Breaking Immortal Blade" from the Void Origin Star Abyss. It was like a hunter lurking in chaos suddenly spotting a larger prey, his chest churning with an uncontrollable restlessness. His fingers unconsciously caressed his chin, the pads of his fingers tracing the distinct curve of his jawline. That eager look in his eyes grew clearer, like a flame flickering in the dark night.

A single fifth-grade Immortal Golden Immortal is equivalent to dozens or even hundreds of third-grade Golden Immortals. The Great Dao Origin contained within their Immortal True Spirit is enough to cause a qualitative transformation in their Primordial Dao. A sixth-grade Golden Immortal is even more equivalent to ten or more fifth-grade Golden Immortals. If one could suppress and refine them, let alone break through to the fourth-grade Golden Immortal realm, it would not be a pipe dream to advance the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body to the fifth grade in one fell swoop.

Soon, Su Mo's gaze hardened, a sharp edge softened by a calculating composure. He knew that even at the speed of a fifth or sixth-grade Golden Immortal, traveling from distant Immortal Realms like the Thousand Yuan Immortal Realm, the Four Symbols Immortal Realm, and the Heavenly Victory Immortal Realm to the Three Yang Continent would take at least a million years. This time would be ample opportunity for him to completely obliterate the Immortal Golden Immortals he possessed—the immortal true spirits of those third and second-grade Golden Immortals would become his most solid stepping stones.

Even if he couldn't break through to the fourth-grade Golden Immortal realm, he was extremely confident that he could at least elevate both the "Primordial Immortal Scripture" and the "Primordial Void Immortal Scripture" to the third-grade Golden Immortal realm. At that time, his true form alone would be enough to rival a fifth-grade Golden Immortal; once the 1800 illusory spirit bodies set up the Thousand Gods Formation, even a seventh-grade Golden Immortal might not be without a fighting chance.

Moreover, the enemy is in the open while he is in the dark. He could easily lay a trap in advance across the Three Yang Continent, turning it into his domain and ensuring that those "guests" who have traveled from afar never return. As long as he doesn't provoke those reclusive eighth and ninth-rank Golden Immortals, his safety will be assured. In a young star abyss like the Void Origin Star Abyss, which has been established for less than a million cosmic epochs, seventh-rank Golden Immortals are already legends, and eighth and ninth-rank Golden Immortals exist only in ancient records. They would rarely set foot in a "small place" like the Three Yang Immortal Tomb.

Having captured so many Immortal Golden Immortals and extracted their divine soul memories, Su Mo has gained a deeper understanding of the entire Yuan Jin Immortal Kingdom's territory, power structure, and hidden secrets, no longer just knowing the basics as he did at the beginning.

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Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the Azure Dragon Immortal Palace, the Yin-Yang Dao Platform shimmered with a faint primordial glow, and faint Dao runes could be seen floating and sinking, as agile as swimming fish. Su Mo sat with his eyes closed, his Golden Immortal power rising and falling rhythmically like the tides. With each breath, he stirred the surrounding chaotic air currents, condensing them into a visible vortex within the palace, mixed with tiny fragments of primordial chaos, nourishing his body and soul.

"Puff..."

A soft sound emanated from his natal immortal domain, like a bubble bursting, subtle yet clear. The remnant soul of the last quasi-second-grade Golden Immortal in the domain, worn down day after day by the illusory spirit bodies, finally exhausted its last bit of immortal essence, turning into specks of light and vanishing without a trace. Thus, all 382 original first-grade Golden Immortals were gone, becoming resources for Su Mo's growth, adding bricks and tiles to his Primordial Dao. And the Immortal True Spirit, which had recently fallen to single digits after breaking through to the third-grade minor completion realm of the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body, once again broke through the thousand-unit mark, its alluring golden numbers dancing on the light screen, radiating a captivating glow.

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Eight hundred years later.

Outside the valley where the Azure Dragon Immortal Boat was hidden, the vegetation had withered and flourished eight hundred times, and the mountain streams had frozen and thawed, with time quietly leaving its mark.

Within Su Mo's natal immortal domain, in the chaotic cage, lay a second-tier early-stage Golden Immortal of the Tianying Immortal Clan, clad in black armor and bearing a hurricane mark between his brows. His remnant soul was as transparent as paper, seemingly easily dispersed by a gust of wind. He struggled frantically, attempting to activate the remaining Immortal Dao of Wind within his body, stirring up a faint vortex of wind, but only resulted in the cage contracting more violently. The chaotic air currents pierced his remnant soul like steel needles, causing him to let out a silent wail. Then, the last wisp of immortal essence overflowed from between his brows, only to be casually obliterated by a flick of a finger from a illusory spirit.

"boom......"

The remnant soul transformed into countless specks of light, completely vanishing into nothingness, increasing the number of immortal true spirits in Su Mo's hands by another one hundred and twenty units.

This soft sound also heralded the death of the remaining 102 second-rank Golden Immortals.

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At the center of the Heavenly Winning Immortal Realm lies the Heavenly Winning Immortal Palace.

This temple, suspended in an endless layer of gale-force winds, is entirely forged from wind-patterned immortal gold. Every inch of the metal flows with the rhythm of the Great Dao of Wind, as if it could transform into a whirlwind at any moment and sweep across the heavens and earth. The roof is covered with a layer of flowing silver light, which is "Wind Marrow Crystal" condensed from billions of years of gale-force winds. Under the light, it refracts seven-colored light, as if it is wrapped in an eternal hurricane, exuding a chilling aura. The beams and pillars inside the temple are carved with billions of wind runes. The sound of wind whistling between the runes can be heard endlessly, sometimes like a whisper, sometimes like a roar. Stepping into it, one will feel an invisible current surrounding them. If one is not careful, they will be caught in the vortex of gale-force winds and lose their control. Below the level of Immortal Golden Immortal, even a half-step Golden Immortal cannot withstand the tearing force of this current for more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. They will be torn to pieces by the gale-force winds, and even their souls will be unable to survive, turning into dust in the wind.

Within the Heavenly Palace of Immortals, the Heavenly Lord of Immortals, clad in silver immortal armor and with flowing silver hair, sat atop the highest throne. The throne was crafted from a mixture of immortal refined gold and wind spirit crystal, a rare treasure of the third-grade Golden Immortal level. Three lifelike phantom hurricanes coiled around its base, each containing terrifying power capable of tearing apart a fourth-grade Golden Immortal. As they spun, they emitted a "whooshing" sound, like the whispers of ghosts and gods. A profound mark of the Great Dao of Wind adorned his brow, seemingly containing countless wind realms swirling within, giving rise to endless wind phenomena. His entire body radiated the imposing pressure of a fifth-grade Golden Immortal, yet at this moment, that pressure carried a barely perceptible agitation, causing the wind within the palace to quicken, like the urgent beat of a death knell.

On his left and right sides were six jade immortal thrones, each occupied by one of the six immortal golden immortal elders of the Tianying Immortal Clan. Some wore wind-patterned battle robes, while others held swirling immortal staffs. All of them had wind marks between their brows, though the patterns varied in complexity, and their auras ranged from first-grade to fourth-grade golden immortals.

At this moment, from the Heavenly Immortal Lord, a fifth-rank Golden Immortal, to the elders of the first-rank Golden Immortal clans, everyone's brows were furrowed, their fingers unconsciously tapping the armrests of their thrones, producing a soft "tap-tap" sound that mingled with the whistling wind within the hall. Their eyes revealed an unconcealable anxiety, as if weighed down by a massive boulder. The gale within the hall seemed to sense this heavy atmosphere, its swirling speed slowing slightly, yet carrying an even heavier oppressive force, like the calm before a storm, making it hard to breathe.

Following the fall of four First-Rank Immortals within their clan at the Three Yang Immortal Tomb, even Tianjian, a Second-Rank Golden Immortal, has perished, his soul vanishing without a trace. If this continues, the other two Second-Rank Golden Immortals and Tianze, a Third-Rank Golden Immortal, whom their Tianying Immortal Clan sent into the Three Yang Immortal Tomb, are likely to meet with dire consequences.

"Ancestor, we can't just wait like this any longer, or Tianze and the others will be in grave danger!"

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