Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Deep within the Sea of ​​Primordial Ruins, the Abyss of the End of the Dao is like a hideous scar cleaved open by a giant axe, deeply embedded in the chaotic void. The churning chaotic air currents at its edges carry a bloody, rusty smell, the lingering killing intent of an ancient war.

This place was once the battlefield of ancient ninth-rank Golden Immortals. Legend has it that more than ten renowned ninth-rank Golden Immortals from the Immortal Kingdom waged an earth-shattering duel here for a Dao Fruit left behind by a Quasi-Immortal King. In that battle, immortal light tore through chaos, Daoist principles shattered the Great Dao, and the surrounding spacetime spanning billions of eons was reduced to dust.

Even after millions of cosmic eras, the remaining Daoist energy remains as violent as ever—the sky is filled with spiderweb-like spatial rifts, sometimes leaking out the icy chill of the underworld that can freeze the true spirit of an immortal golden immortal; sometimes spewing out chaotic fire that can annihilate an eighth-grade immortal artifact; the gray-black chaotic storm rages within the abyss, swirling up the shattered void remnants and fragments of rules, emitting wailing and howling like the lamentations of ten thousand ghosts, enough to make an immortal immortal soul tremble.

Even at the very edge of the Abyss of Dao's End, the chaotic spacetime forces act like invisible guillotines, easily crushing the bodies of a fourth-grade Golden Immortal; the lingering remnants of the raging chaotic storms, carrying the laws of destruction, are enough to severely damage their immortal souls. Anyone daring to venture into the core area, even an eighth-grade Golden Immortal, would have to tread carefully amidst the endless spacetime turbulence and the remaining rules of destruction. A single misstep could result in being torn to shreds, suffering utter annihilation.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, a streak of azure light pierced through the chaos in the distance, its speed exceeding the limits of an eighth-grade Golden Immortal's divine sense, leaving only a fleeting azure trail in the void. In the blink of an eye, the azure light reached the edge of the Abyss of the End of the Dao, its radiance dissipating to reveal a young figure.

He was a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. His sword-like eyebrows were as dark as ink, with a hidden flow of sword energy at the peaks of his brows. His bright eyes seemed to contain a galaxy, and deep within them lay countless sword shadows. He had a high nose bridge and well-defined lips. His long blue robe was spotless, with flowing sword patterns embroidered on the edges of the hem. These patterns contained countless profound sword runes, and as they swayed slightly in the wind, it seemed as if thousands of sword cries were hidden within, making one's ears ring with the clear, resounding whistles of swords.

He stood silently in the void, not deliberately releasing any pressure, yet countless subtle sword energies swirled around him—some like the slightest tremor of a hair, others like drifting silk threads, weaving an invisible and intangible sword net around him. Each strand contained the sharpness to shatter stars, as if with a mere thought, he could unleash supreme sword energy capable of cleaving chaos and tearing apart time and space, splitting this chaotic void in two.

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Beyond trillions of cosmic years.

The Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship, like a leaping golden flame, weaved through the thick, inky chaotic air currents. Its hull, enveloped in a faint golden glow, seemed to cleave through the chaos ahead like a sharp blade, maintaining a steady speed at the level of a second-grade Immortal Golden Immortal. The flowing patterns on the deck gently guided away the surrounding turbulent air currents, and even the golden flames emitted by the phoenix sculpture at the bow were as steady as candlelight, exuding a restrained majesty.

Inside the Fire Phoenix Immortal Palace, the Purple Void Immortal Lotus bloomed with a soft purple light, the patterns on its petals flowing with the primordial Dao rhythm, intertwining with the golden halo within the palace to create a dreamlike scene. Su Mo, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of divine light appearing in them, and a chaotic battlefield instantly appeared before him—the very scene of the Abyss of the End of the Dao. Spatial rifts were interwoven like a spider web, and chaotic storms swirled fragments of rules. Although the scene was slightly blurry, one could clearly feel the violent aura that was enough to tear apart the body of a Golden Immortal.

“This Abyss of the End of the Dao is indeed a good place for an ambush.” Su Mo gently tapped the immortal lotus beneath him with his fingers, and the lotus petals trembled, rippling out circles of purple light. “With its shattered spacetime and chaotic rules as cover, it is enough to conceal the power fluctuations of the immortal array. Even some quasi-immortal kings would find it difficult to detect the anomaly without careful investigation.”

"Moreover, this place is extremely dangerous, so it can also filter out those small fry in advance."

After breaking through to the sixth rank of perfection, Su Mo's need for immortal true spirits became increasingly enormous. Even a single infusion of cultivation techniques required hundreds of trillions of units of energy. Now, below the eighth rank of Golden Immortal, even seventh-rank Golden Immortals, without hundreds or thousands gathered together, simply couldn't allow his cultivation to advance another small realm; they were no longer worthy of his attention. The dangers of the Abyss of the End of the Dao were precisely what kept those with low cultivation levels at bay.

The next second...

With a thought, Su Mo sent forth a wisp of purple-gold light from between his brows, which transformed into a divine thought that pierced through the void, completely ignoring the chaotic void of trillions of eons. Like a silent thunderclap, it exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness of the azure figure standing at the edge of the Abyss of the Dao: "Fellow Daoist, let's leave it here."

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The abyss where the path ends, the edge.

Upon hearing this, the azure figure's eyes flickered with sword-like energy, as if countless sword threads were flowing within his pupils. He then nodded slightly towards a direction billions of cosmic years away from where the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship was located. The movement was concise yet carried a clear response, without the slightest hesitation. Having done all this, he lightly lifted his foot, a seemingly slow step that directly traversed tens of millions of light-years, stepping into the chaotic void of the Abyss of the End of the Dao.

Almost the instant he stepped in, the raging chaotic storm around him roared like an enraged beast. The gray-black air currents, carrying fragments of spacetime and sharp blades of rules, surged towards him like a raging torrent. These storms were enough to leave even a seventh-grade Golden Immortal in a sorry state, but when they were ten thousand feet away from him, it was as if they had crashed into an invisible barrier—the billions of tiny sword energies swirling around him suddenly lit up, weaving into an impenetrable sword net. The fragments and blades in the storm touched the sword net and were instantly shredded into dust, without even a ripple. They could not advance an inch further and could only roar in vain outside the sword net.

Lingxu's illusory form remained calm as he continued deeper into the realm. His steps were as light as a leisurely stroll, his robes fluttering gently in the chaotic air currents, showing no sign of tension or panic. It was as if the ground beneath his feet was not the perilous Abyss of Dao's End that would make even an Eighth-Rank Golden Immortal tremble, but rather an ordinary back garden, where the chaotic storms along the roadside were nothing more than a gentle breeze, not worth mentioning.

Along the way, unfathomable spatial rifts would sometimes open around him, flowing with a dark, all-consuming power, attempting to devour him; at other times, chaotic fire, used to refine immortal artifacts, would erupt, mixed with the laws of destruction, trying to scorch his immortal body. However, all these dangers seemed insignificant to him—with a light tap of his sword finger, a condensed sword aura pierced through the air, smoothing out the spatial rifts and restoring them to their original state; with a flick of his sleeve, a sword net expanded around him, extinguishing the chaotic fires and turning them into sparks that dissipated. In just one year, he had traversed layer upon layer of perilous terrain and arrived at the deepest part of the Abyss of the End of the Dao.

Spacetime here was even more fragmented. As far as the eye could see, there was only twisted void like a pretzel and chaos solidified like a rock. Even light was bent into eerie arcs here, as if the rules of the entire ancient immortal realm had failed, leaving only pure chaos and destruction. Even divine sense could hardly extend very far here. Lingxu Phantom stopped and looked around. Then, streaks of immortal light flashed around him like fountains.

"Swish-swish-swish-"

As the celestial light bloomed, thousands of figures with distinct auras separated from his body. Some of these figures wore black iron armor, exuding a bloodthirsty aura honed in mountains of corpses and seas of blood; some held black banners, surrounded by a ghostly death aura capable of corroding immortal souls; some carried bronze seals on their backs, flowing with the primordial Daoist rhythm of creation... These were the remaining illusory bodies under Su Mo's command, gathered here like stars returning to their places, their auras intertwined, forming a terrifying pressure. Even some third-tier quasi-immortal kings would be instantly crushed and unable to move if they appeared here.

In the blink of an eye, these thousands of illusory spirit bodies rapidly dispersed according to some mysterious orientation, simultaneously summoning various array flags, array plates, and immortal artifacts. As they channeled their spiritual power, streams of light shot into the sky, weaving into a net across the shattered void. Soon, one after another, immortal immortal arrays began to take shape—

The "Nine Locks Primordial Chaos Array" lit up first, with nine chaotic chains stretching across the void like giant dragons. The chains, inscribed with primordial runes, locked away the primordial origin of this area, preventing outsiders from perceiving any energy fluctuations within, making it seem as if this place remained a desolate, chaotic wasteland. The "Ten Thousand Immortals Slaughtering Gods Array" followed closely behind, with countless armored, blade-wielding phantoms appearing within the array. These lifelike phantoms, wielding various immortal weapons, emitted deafening battle cries, simulating the overwhelming power of billions of immortal soldiers clashing, enough to intimidate any intruder. Finally, the "Time-Space Maze Array" completely disrupted the surrounding spacetime, leaving intruders as if trapped in an endless maze, unable to distinguish up from down, left from right, or past from future, only able to wander aimlessly within it…

Before long, these immortal arrays began to conceal their aura, perfectly merging with the broken rules of the Abyss of the End of the Dao. The array patterns were hidden in the chaotic airflow and spacetime rifts, appearing perfectly natural. Even a ninth-grade golden immortal, upon careful examination, would find it difficult to detect any flaws and would simply assume that the chaos here was the normal state of the abyss itself.

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Chaos has no record of years; billions of years have passed quietly like sand slipping through our fingers.

The Crimson Phoenix Immortal Boat continued to glide smoothly through the chaotic air currents. Inside the Fire Phoenix Immortal Palace, the Purple Void Immortal Lotus became even more lustrous. The purple glow on the lotus petals intertwined with the golden light hanging from the palace ceiling, making the entire palace warm and solemn.

On this day, Su Mo seemed to sense something. He slowly rose from the Purple Void Immortal Lotus, his movements unhurried. The faint primordial light surrounding him rippled gently as he rose, brushing against the golden bricks in the hall, making each restored brick shine brilliantly. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the walls of the Fire Phoenix Immortal Palace, traversing trillions of years of void, and precisely landing on the depths of the Abyss of the End of the Dao—there, tens of thousands of immortal arrays, enough to make even a ninth-grade Golden Immortal despair, had been set up. The arrays were interconnected and resonated with each other, forming a net that covered the entire core area. The net's threads flowed with the Daoist rhythms of destruction and confinement, merging with the surrounding shattered spacetime and violent rules, without a trace of its aura leaking out. It was like a group of sleeping ancient behemoths, quietly waiting for their prey to step into the trap. Once triggered, it would unleash a world-destroying power.

"Alright." Su Mo's voice rang out in the hall, not loud, but with a confident air of having everything under control, as if everything was in his grasp. "Everything is almost ready. It's time to release the news and lure those fish into the bait."

As he spoke, a slow smile crept onto his lips, and a playful glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were anticipating a good show that was about to unfold.

"I wonder how many big fish this legacy of the Myriad Manifestations Ancestor will attract?"

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