Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Crimson Phoenix Immortal Boat, Fiery Phoenix Immortal Palace.

"As expected, they've come for me after all."

Su Mo gazed at the two purple figures rushing towards him like hungry wolves outside the porthole, a knowing glint in his eyes. He wasn't particularly surprised. No matter how crude Yuan Lei Ancestor's methods were, this attempt to shift the blame was a blatant, overt scheme—with such a valuable treasure before them, no cultivator with a modicum of decisiveness would easily let go of any possibility.

It's better to be safe than sorry. The five seventh-rank Golden Immortals who were hunting down Ancestor Yuan Lei would never gamble on any unexpected events. The safest approach was to eliminate all potential threats at once. Putting myself in their shoes, I think I would make the same decision, perhaps even more decisively.

"That's fine too. Six seventh-grade Golden Immortals are quite a gain, enough to fill the void in the Chaos Prison." Su Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing within them. More than a decade had passed, and his Chaos Prison was already empty. The five eighth-grade Golden Immortals he had captured earlier had all been refined and used as nourishment for his breakthrough. He was in need of some "new goods" to fill the void.

The next second...

Su Mo casually moved his right hand and gently patted the approaching Qingxiao Ancestor and Chenming Ancestor.

"Boom..."

The void trembled, and a colossal hand that blotted out the sky appeared out of thin air.

With this palm strike, Su Mo didn't use much power. Not only did he not borrow the power of the 1,800 illusory spirit bodies, but he also barely unleashed his own power. The movement was light and casual, as if he were merely brushing dust off his clothes, and it didn't even stir the slightest ripple in the purple aura within the hall. However, in the eyes of Ancestor Qingxiao and Ancestor Chenming, this palm strike was as earth-shattering as the creation of the world. Before the palm wind even arrived, an aura spanning countless ages had already pressed down like a curtain of heaven, carrying an epic weight and a mythical domineering power, causing the surrounding raging chaotic airflow to freeze, and even time seemed to slow down by half a beat.

Before it even truly landed on them, the terrifying pressure acted like invisible shackles, suppressing and sealing their immortal power. Immediately afterward, the spatial rules surrounding them shattered, falling like broken glass; their purple-patterned immortal robes tore inch by inch, the spatial runes within the fabric extinguishing one after another. The two seventh-rank Golden Immortals felt as if they were trapped in quagmire, their limbs and bones locked by an irresistible force. They could only watch helplessly as the colossal hand, obscuring the sky, slowly rose from the chaos, its palm lines swirling with primordial energy, descending with an aura of annihilation, unable to muster even the slightest resistance.

"This power... a ninth-grade Golden Immortal! And not even an ordinary ninth-grade Golden Immortal! No... how could this be!" Extreme fear erupted in Ancestor Qingxiao's eyes, his pupils contracted in horror, and his voice trembled with unspeakable despair. "Senior Brother Xuanchen tricked us! This is definitely not someone from the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect!"

The Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect is merely an eighth-rank immortal power. The strongest person in the sect is only a perfect eighth-rank Golden Immortal. There is no ninth-rank Golden Immortal in charge, let alone a terrifying existence that can suppress a seventh-rank Golden Immortal with a wave of the hand.

"Senior, you misunderstand! It's all a misunderstanding! We were merely... we were only following orders, we had no intention of offending you!" Ancestor Chenming's face was ashen, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he hurriedly begged for mercy, his voice trembling with tears, trying to explain, "As long as you let us leave, senior, we are willing..."

Before Ancestor Chenming could finish speaking, the colossal hand crashed down. Wherever the palm's force passed, the protective immortal energy surrounding the two men shattered like paper, their purple-patterned immortal robes turning to dust, revealing their inner armor soaked in cold sweat. The giant hand gripped them tightly like iron clamps, the primordial energy flowing between its fingers instantly invading their bodies, binding their souls like a spiderweb, sealing their innate immortal domains. They couldn't even muster a trace of immortal power, and could only struggle futilely like two dying fish, emitting weak whimpers.

"Ah... Junior Brother Qingxiao, Junior Brother Chenming..."

The three disciples, including Ancestor Xuan Chen, who were in full pursuit of Ancestor Yuan Lei, suddenly turned around and caught sight of the enormous hand that blotted out the sky, grasping two purple figures and disappearing into the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship. They immediately let out a heart-wrenching wail. Their eyes were filled with disbelief—in just two breaths, two living seventh-grade Golden Immortals had been instantly suppressed. How could that "little guy" who should have been easily manipulated by them have become such a terrifying existence in the blink of an eye?

Even the old ancestor Yuan Lei, who was secretly gloating over his successful scheme, suddenly changed his expression, his figure froze, and his escape light almost dissipated. Although he had expected that the owner of that immortal ship was not simple—otherwise, a mere quasi-second-grade immortal ship could never have escaped the discerning eyes of a peak seventh-grade golden immortal—in his view, even if there were powerful figures hidden inside the immortal ship, they would at most be seventh-grade golden immortals like himself.

Within this Primordial Ruins Sea, even Eighth-Rank Golden Immortals are rarely seen, let alone the even stronger Ninth-Rank Golden Immortals.

"Next, it's your turn."

After taking Ancestor Qingxiao and Ancestor Chenming into the Chaos Prison of their Natal Immortal Domain, Su Mo's icy voice, as if from the deepest abyss, rang clearly in the ears of Ancestor Xuanchen and the other two, carrying an undeniable pressure that made their souls tremble, as if countless ice needles were frantically piercing their immortal souls.

"not good……"

Upon hearing this, the three seventh-grade Golden Immortals, including Ancestor Xuanchen, were struck dumb, finally recovering from their shock. Ancestor Xuanchen's face turned deathly pale, and he roared, "Go! My two junior brothers, let's go!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and ran. The spatial rules around him churned wildly, instantly boosting his speed to its limit. He even forgot about the thought of chasing after Ancestor Yuan Lei. At this moment, the lives of his junior brothers and the Myriad Manifestations Star Chart all became fleeting clouds—two mid-stage seventh-rank Golden Immortals were instantly suppressed; such strength was far beyond what he, a perfect seventh-rank cultivator, could contend with.

Staying here will only lead to your death!

He was fast, but Su Mo was even faster.

Another colossal hand suddenly materialized from the chaos, even more powerful than the previous one. The primordial energy at the edge of its palm surged like a tide, crushing even the raging chaotic currents into dust wherever it passed. It directly encompassed the three ancestors of Xuan Chen, along with the surrounding void spanning millions of cosmic years, forming an independent imprisoned space that cut off all their chances of escape.

At this moment, Ancestor Xuan Chen, a seventh-grade Golden Immortal at the peak of his cultivation, was no different from his two junior brothers. Under that colossal hand that blotted out the sky, their proud spatial rules shattered like child's scribbles, their protective immortal power evaporated like boiling water, and the Dao runes on their immortal robes exploded one after another. They had absolutely no power to resist and could only watch helplessly as the colossal hand containing the power to destroy the world slowly descended. The shadow in the palm completely enveloped them, and despair overwhelmed them like a tidal wave.

"No... Senior, spare our lives! Please, for the sake of my Purple Void Heavenly Palace's Ancestor Purple Void, spare our lives!" Ancestor Xuan Chen roared madly, trying to invoke the backing he had. His voice trembled with fear, choked with sobs. "My ancestor is also a Ninth-Rank Golden Immortal. If you kill us, he will never let it go!"

"Purple Void Heavenly Palace, Patriarch Purple Void?"

Su Mo raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with disdain, completely ignoring the words. A mere ninth-rank Golden Immortal? He had already disregarded him a whole epoch ago, let alone now.

Over the past century, he has successively annihilated five eighth-rank immortal golden immortals, including Fairy Yun Shu. Although he failed to make the Primordial Lotus bloom another petal and break through to the sixth rank perfection, his Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body has successfully entered the sixth rank. Now, with his own combat power alone, he has surpassed most first-rank quasi-immortal kings. A mere ninth-rank golden immortal is nothing more than an ant that can be destroyed with a wave of his hand, and the power behind him is even less worth mentioning.

"No... my ancestor will not let you get away with this..."

The final, desperate, and unwilling wail dissipated into the chaos, carrying with it endless resentment and fear. Ancestor Xuan Chen, along with his two junior brothers, followed in the footsteps of Qing Xiao and Chen Ming, and were firmly grasped by the overwhelming hand that covered the sky. They transformed into two streams of light and disappeared into the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship, becoming the new "residents" of the Chaos Prison.

"This this……"

Upon seeing this, Ancestor Yuan Lei turned pale, nearly falling off his escape light in fright. The azure divine lightning around him became somewhat disordered, and even maintaining the escape light became difficult. That mysterious expert didn't even give face to the Purple Void Heavenly Palace, and even the title of a Ninth-Rank Golden Immortal couldn't intimidate him, let alone the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect behind him? He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His previous scheming had long since vanished, leaving only a deep-seated fear that made even breathing difficult.

"Senior... Senior, I did not mean to offend you. I only schemed against you out of desperation. Please have mercy and spare my life!" Ancestor Yuan Lei knelt down on the escape light with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly towards the direction of the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship. His voice trembled. "I am willing to offer the Myriad Manifestations Star Chart to you, senior. I only ask that you spare my life!"

As he spoke, he flipped his palm, and an ancient star map suddenly appeared in his hand. The star map was made of an unknown animal hide, the leather of which was tough and had a faint, immortal luster. The trajectory of billions of stars was outlined on it with gold cinnabar, and silver threads connected the stars. There was a faint starlight flowing between them, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. It was the Myriad Star Map that he had risked his life to protect.

Now that his life is in danger, how can he care about the rise and fall of the sect? Besides, even if he doesn't hand it over now, once he is suppressed, the Myriad Manifestations Star Chart will still fall into the other party's hands. It's better to offer it up voluntarily, and perhaps he can exchange it for a chance to survive.

"Finished talking? Let's get going!"

Su Mo remained unmoved, his voice devoid of any emotion, as cold as ice. Anyone who dared to scheme against him had already met their doom; death was inevitable, and no amount of pleading or offerings would change their fate. With that, another massive hand materialized, carrying an overwhelming and unstoppable force, pressing down on Ancestor Yuan Lei. Even before the palm strike arrived, the immortal lightning rules surrounding Ancestor Yuan Lei began to crumble.

"No... Senior, please stop! If anything happens to me, the news that the Myriad Manifestations Star Map has fallen into your hands will spread throughout the surrounding star abysses. At that time, it will surely attract countless Golden Immortals to covet it. Even if you are a Ninth-Rank Golden Immortal, you will not come out on top. Spare my life, it will be better for both of us!"

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