Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Mo Mingyuan is one of the seventy-two abysses of the desolate star abyss. The chaotic energy here carries an unusual aura of death, viscous as ink, flowing with low, mournful howls, like the lamentations of countless wronged souls in the darkness. Each sound pierces the eardrums, tightening the heart, as if one has stepped into the entrance to the underworld. This is the origin of the name Mo Mingyuan.

After passing through the Ink Nether Abyss, and then through the Ink He Abyss and the Ink Yang Abyss, Su Mo's destination will be the Ink Shadow Abyss.

In the middle of the Ink Abyss, the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship stood out like an inextinguishable golden flame against the dark gray chaos. Maintaining the speed of a Second-Rank Immortal Golden Immortal, it steadily traversed the raging void. The golden protective shield around the ship rippled outwards, gently yet irresistibly blocking the approaching, death-laden chaotic currents. The phoenix patterns flowing on the shield shimmered with a faint light and emitted a subtle hum, as if silently resisting the deathly silence of the abyss.

In the chaos, nothing is more worthless than time. In the blink of an eye, nearly a century and a half had passed since Su Mo suppressed the Ancient Lin Ancestor in the Abyss of Dao Extinction.

Inside the Fire Phoenix Immortal Palace, the Purple Void Immortal Lotus emitted a soft purple light. The Dao patterns on its petals flowed slowly with Su Mo's breath, as if alive, inhaling and exhaling the primordial energy of heaven and earth, nourishing the atmosphere within the palace to become increasingly mellow. Su Mo sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed. The primordial energy surrounding him intertwined with the fragrance of the lotus, forming a tranquil barrier that completely isolated the chaotic noise outside the palace, creating a world of its own.

Suddenly, a very subtle ripple appeared in the space inside the hall, spreading out like ripples on the surface of water, carrying a faint spatial Daoist aura to the surroundings, breaking the tranquility of the hall.

next moment......

A dazzling golden light suddenly appeared in front of Su Mo. The light was not intense, but it was exceptionally pure, as if it was forged from the purest immortal gold from beyond the nine heavens, exuding a sacred sense that could not be profaned.

Within the light, a tiny figure in a golden robe, about three feet tall, could be vaguely seen. He sat cross-legged, his slender frame appearing as if a gust of wind could blow him over, exuding a fragile air of impending collapse.

His face was blurred by the golden light, and only the fine star patterns embroidered on his golden robe could be seen. However, those patterns had long since faded and the golden robe itself had become mottled and worn, no longer as glorious as it once was.

He was enveloped in golden light, his aura as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, each breath as faint as a thread, and the fluctuations of his immortal soul so faint as to be almost imperceptible. It seemed as if he would completely sever his last bit of life force and turn into dust and dissipate into the void within the palace in the next second.

Su Mo slowly opened his eyes, the purple-gold light in his eyes like two sharp swords sweeping across the golden light. His fingertips gently tapped the petals of the Purple Void Immortal Lotus, making a soft "tap, tap" sound that was particularly clear in the silent hall, carrying a rhythm of complete control.

"Another late-stage ninth-rank Golden Immortal has been acquired. I am one step closer to breaking through to the seventh-rank Golden Immortal."

The allure of the quasi-Immortal King lineage of the Myriad Manifestations Ancestor was far greater for those Ninth-Rank Golden Immortals than he had imagined.

In just over a century and a half, including the one he has now captured, plus the Ancient Lin Ancestor he suppressed at the beginning, he has captured eleven Ninth-Rank Golden Immortals. Among them, two are at the Perfection level, three are at the Peak level, three are at the Late Stage, two are at the Mid Stage, and one is at the Early Stage.

Thirteen hundred and eighty-two billion years ago, after annihilating three ninth-rank Golden Immortals, Su Mo successfully gathered enough immortal true spirits, and his Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body stepped into the sixth-rank perfection realm, with his overall combat power more than doubling again.

At this moment, even in his illusory form, his combat strength was not considered weak among the many third-tier quasi-immortal kings.

Su Mo glanced once more at the late-stage ninth-rank Golden Immortal within the golden light, his eyes gleaming with a faint purple-gold light, devoid of any extra emotion, as if he were looking at an ordinary object.

Immediately afterwards, Su Mo made a slight gesture with his hand, and an invisible suction force burst forth from his palm. The dazzling golden light was instantly drawn away like a shooting star, transforming into a slender golden thread that flew straight into the void rift in front of him.

On the other end was the chaotic prison deep within his natal immortal realm.

Having done all this, Su Mo withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes again, and stopped tapping the lotus petals with his fingertips. Silence returned to the Fire Phoenix Immortal Palace. Only the petals of the Purple Void Immortal Lotus continued to sway gently, making the primordial aura around him even purer, like a bottomless ancient well containing boundless power.

Meanwhile, the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship remained as steadfast as a golden flame, breaking through the chaotic airflow of Mo Mingyuan and steadily moving towards Mo Heyuan, leaving behind a faint golden trail that was instantly covered by new chaotic airflow.

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Chaos knows no years, and time slips away like sand through fingers. Soon, another century has quietly passed. The "hunting grounds" of the Abyss of the Dao remain bustling, while the Crimson Phoenix Immortal Ship continues its journey undeterred by wind or rain.

After traversing the Mo Ming Abyss and the Mo He Abyss, they began to enter the Mo Yang Abyss. The chaotic air currents here carried scorching heat, and dark red flames occasionally flickered. These were the Yang Hellfires, which contained the laws of destruction. Wherever they passed, even the void crackled and burned, leaving behind a series of charred marks.

Inside the Fire Phoenix Immortal Palace, Su Mo's eyes narrowed, and golden ripples spread across the void in front of him. A familiar golden light screen quickly formed before his eyes.

[Currently Mastered Immortal Scriptures]

Hongmeng Xuji Immortal Scripture: Sixth Grade Perfection

The Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture: Sixth Grade Perfection

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Current lifespan: Immortal

Currently possesses 688.26 trillion units of infused immortal true spirit.

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"Nearly 700 trillion units of Immortal True Spirit." Su Mo stared at the numbers on the light screen, his fingertips lightly tapping the petals of the Purple Void Immortal Lotus, producing a crisp sound. "Next, I will annihilate all the Ninth-Rank Golden Immortals in the Chaos Prison, which should allow me to double the number of Immortal True Spirits in my hands."

As he spoke, Su Mo's thoughts stirred, and his divine sense, like a tidal wave, sank into the chaotic prison deep within his natal immortal domain. In this entire epoch, the "harvest" of the Abyss of Dao's End remained abundant—eight more Ninth-Rank Golden Immortals, drawn by the legacy of the Myriad Manifestations Ancestor, had successively entered that perilous land. Without exception, none of them needed to have their illusory spirit bodies appear; simply activating a few immortal arrays was enough to easily subdue them. The gap between the two sides was simply too vast, especially under this calculated yet unprepared scheme. Even those Ninth-Rank Golden Immortals, despite their formidable reputations, were nothing more than prey walking into a trap, without even a shred of room to struggle.

Currently, besides the nine Rank Nine Golden Immortals whose immortal origins have long been obliterated and whose immortal true spirits have been plundered, ten more Rank Nine Golden Immortals are imprisoned within the Chaos Prison. They are enveloped in their respective orbs of light, floating like stars in different corners of the prison. Their former arrogance, which once roamed the Star Abyss, has long been worn away by endless imprisonment and despair, leaving only numbness and deep fear. Even their immortal souls have lost their former vitality and agility, resembling a stagnant pool.

"Unfortunately, no quasi-Immortal King has come to visit so far."

Su Mo's divine sense swept over the ten ninth-grade Golden Immortals in the prison, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

If he could defeat a Quasi-Immortal King, even if it was just the weakest first-tier Quasi-Immortal King, he would have a good chance of getting a glimpse of the Seventh-Rank Golden Immortal Body.

"Hopefully, we can attract a quasi-Immortal King next."

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Time flies like an arrow. Three hundred billion years is but a fleeting moment in the vast chaos. Even Mo Yangyuan's flames did not change their burning rhythm by much.

The Crimson Phoenix Immortal Boat passed through a vast sea of ​​lightning in the Ink Yang Abyss, gradually approaching its final destination—the Ink Shadow Abyss.

"it is good!"

Suddenly, Su Mo slapped the Purple Void Immortal Lotus in front of him. The Dao patterns on the lotus petals lit up instantly, twinkling like stars and emitting a clear and melodious sound that echoed in the hall for a long time. "It's been almost three epochs, and finally a Quasi-Immortal King has arrived, and a second-tier Quasi-Immortal King at that!"

As he spoke, the primordial aura surrounding Su Mo surged like a tsunami, causing golden vortexes of energy to rise within the previously tranquil hall, carrying a power capable of tearing through the void. The petals of the Purple Void Immortal Lotus unfurled, lifting him even higher, as if to bring him closer to the ethereal Great Dao. The anticipation that had been suppressed for nearly three epochs on his face finally materialized into tangible excitement, even the purple-gold light in his eyes became blazing, as if two purple flames were burning within them: "My breakthrough to the seventh-grade Golden Immortal is secure!"

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