Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

"boom......"

A dark jade talisman shattered suddenly in the trembling palm of Ancestor Jin Yan, transforming into specks of inky light that scattered like crushed stars, each wisp carrying an aura of death. The instant the talisman shattered, an aura colder than a sea of ​​thunder and more desolate than chaos itself erupted from the fragments, sweeping across billions of miles of void like a tidal wave. With its domineering power capable of annihilating all life, it even briefly forced back the scorching pressure emanating from the colossal hand that blotted out the sky, creating a visible ripple of energy in the void.

The next second...

"Om..."

A beam of black light, like a pillar of light shooting from the deepest abyss, shot into the sky, tearing through the thick, inky curtain of chaos, carrying with it a chilling stillness. Tens of millions of feet above the Ancestor of the Flame, it suddenly exploded, spreading like ink dripping into clear water, revealing a somewhat illusory figure, seemingly about to vanish into the chaos at any moment.

It was an old man dressed in a black robe, the edges of which were embroidered with intricate gray runes, as if countless vengeful spirits were twisting and dancing, faintly emanating chilling wails. His body was unusually emaciated, like a skeleton that had been dried up for millions of years wrapped in a robe, the skin on his neck withered like old tree bark, his entire body exuding an aura of death so dense it was impossible to dispel—a terrifying power that could wither stars and freeze the rules of the universe, like a ghost crawling out from the deepest depths of the underworld.

Within tens of millions of feet around him, even the raging chaotic air currents stopped flowing, becoming completely still like stagnant water, devoid of any sign of life. Only two clusters of eerie green ghost flames flickered in his eyes, exuding a coldness and indifference incongruous with his age, as if he could see through the cycle of life and death and understand the end of all things.

"Yuan Ji of the Mingji Clan." The black-robed elder's voice was like two pieces of rotten wood rubbing together, carrying a chilling aura that pierced the soul. Each word seemed to be squeezed out from a frozen hell, sending a chill down the spine of anyone who heard it. He first glanced with his ghostly green eyes, like those of an eerie fire, at the terrified and disordered Ancestor Jin Yan below, then slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through layers of void as he looked at the colossal hand that blotted out the sky. He spoke slowly and deliberately, "Greetings, fellow Daoist. I beg you to grant me face and spare the life of this brat Jin Yan. I will remember this forever and repay you handsomely in the future!"

"call......"

Ancestor Jin Yan breathed a sigh of relief, the cold sweat on his forehead instantly evaporated by the flames surrounding him, and his heart, which had been in his throat, was greatly relieved. With Ancestor Yuan Ji intervening, his old life should be saved. The Ming Ji clan was renowned, enough to make most of the immortal forces within the Immortal Kingdom wary, and this mysterious force was likely no exception.

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The Tomb of the Three Yang Immortals, the Azure Dragon Immortal Boat, and the Azure Dragon Immortal Palace.

"The Primordial Ancestor of the Mingji Clan?"

Su Mo frowned slightly, his hand movements pausing slightly. Having searched the souls of so many fifth and sixth-rank Golden Immortals, he was no longer the same person he was when he first attained immortality—he was only naive about the Golden Immortal world.

At this moment, he knew the vast Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom and its many immortal forces inside and out, if not by name.

As for the name of the Mingji Clan, it is no exaggeration to say that they are well-known. They are one of the two overlords in the Kongming Star Abyss. They are an eighth-grade immortal force that has been passed down for nearly five hundred cosmic eras. They have a strong foundation and can even be considered one of the best among the many eighth-grade golden immortal forces.

Both of the clan's founding ancestors were eighth-rank Golden Immortals, and the Yuanji Ancestor before them was one of them.

However, a hint of mockery quickly appeared in Su Mo's eyes. Although the Mingji Clan was strong, the old man Yuanji was only dreaming if he wanted him to compromise and let that old man Jinyan go.

Don't even mention that what's in front of him is just a divine consciousness avatar of Ancestor Yuanji. It may seem imposing, but it's all show and no substance. In terms of true combat power, it's far inferior to Ancestor Jinyan below. Even if his true self were to come in person, it wouldn't be enough to make him change his mind.

Now, unless he encounters a ninth-grade Golden Immortal, virtually no one can pose a real threat to him. At least, if he's outmatched and wants to leave, he's confident that few eighth-grade Golden Immortals could truly hold him back. If he were to digest what he's gained this time and break through to the fourth-grade Perfect Golden Immortal realm, even a ninth-grade Golden Immortal wouldn't be enough for him, let alone an eighth-grade immortal power like this.

The next second...

The colossal hand that had been hovering in the chaotic void suddenly moved again without warning. The chaotic and fiery red patterns on the edge of its palm suddenly lit up, like two blazing suns floating in its palm. It violently crushed the void in front of it, making a cracking sound. With a more violent force than before, it ignored the divine consciousness avatar of Ancestor Yuanji below and crushed down directly.

"Fellow Daoist, what is the meaning of this?" The divine avatar of Ancestor Yuanji's expression changed drastically. For the first time, shock and anger flashed in his ghostly green eyes, which throbbed violently as if they were about to break free from their sockets. "Could it be that you really intend to become an enemy of my Mingji Clan?"

His voice had lost its previous composure, replaced by disbelief, astonishment, and a hint of offended anger. Although this was merely a wisp of divine consciousness, its combat power far inferior to that of the original, it represented the original in a certain way. To attack without a word showed a complete disregard for the original and for the entire Mingji clan.

"The Netherworld Clan?" Su Mo's icy voice rang clearly in the ears of Ancestor Yuanji's divine consciousness clone through the threads of cause and effect, carrying undisguised contempt, as if mocking a presumptuous clown. "So what if I am your enemy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the colossal hand that blotted out the sky suddenly accelerated its descent, its palm wind tearing through the chaos, carrying the intense heat that could burn everything and the chaotic power that could crush all things, forming an energy torrent that pierced through heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, space and time were distorted and the rules were shattered, and it went straight toward suppressing the divine consciousness avatar of Ancestor Yuanji, determined to crush it completely.

"You wicked creature, how dare you!" The divine avatar of Ancestor Yuanji let out a sharp roar, its ghostly green eyes blazing with venomous light, as if it wanted to burn holes in Su Mo's soul. "The grudge we have today will never be settled by my Mingji clan! We will grind you to dust and cast your soul into eternal hell, to suffer torment for countless lifetimes!"

He looked at the enormous hand descending from the sky, but showed no intention of resisting. His black robe suddenly bulged and then exploded on its own with a "bang," detonating his avatar.

Then, the illusory figure transformed into a strange, ink-black aura of death, from which countless wailing souls could be vaguely seen. It exuded a terrifying power capable of corrupting immortal souls and eroding the rules, ignoring the scorching heat of the sky-covering hand. Following the gaps in its veins, it directly pierced through the barriers of time and space, traversing billions of years of void, and like a malignant sore, rushed straight towards Su Mo in the Azure Dragon Immortal Palace.

"They were able to pinpoint my location directly. These eighth-rank Golden Immortals are indeed extraordinary."

Su Mo raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. A mere divine consciousness avatar, whose power was even inferior to that of a fifth-grade Golden Immortal, was able to use the power of self-destruction to bypass layers of spatial shielding and accurately lock onto his location. This method was indeed somewhat beyond his expectations.

He was about to wave his hand and use his Primordial Immortal Power to completely obliterate this lingering, eerie death aura when his fingertips suddenly stopped moving. A calculating glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had caught a hidden fuse, and a bold idea sprouted in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, Su Mo released his heavy defenses, as if he had not noticed the strange death energy, allowing the death energy, which was filled with bone-chilling cold and deathly silence, to enter his body without any hindrance.

In an instant, a chilling tremor spread wildly through his meridians, as if countless tiny ice needles were gnawing at his soul, or as if a million sinister worms were burrowing into his heart and bones, attempting to leave an eternal mark deep within his immortal soul. But at this moment, the chaotic light mark between Su Mo's brows flickered slightly, and a vast, ocean-like primordial immortal power suddenly surged forth, like warm jade liquid, enveloping and stagnating the deathly aura layer by layer. The deathly aura struggled frantically within the primordial immortal power, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, unable to advance any further. Only a faint mark was deliberately preserved by Su Mo, like an invisible chess piece buried on a chessboard, waiting for its opportunity.

Su Mo lowered his eyes to look at his palm, feeling the tamed death energy within his body, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "Since you want to come here, then I will give you that chance."

"Old man Yuan Ji, don't disappoint me. An eighth-grade immortal power can take down all the immortal golden immortals in your clan. That should be enough for me to break through to the fifth-grade perfect golden immortal."

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