Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

In the Primordial Immortal Realm, ten thousand cosmic years away in the chaotic void, a celestial vessel about a hundred feet long was cutting through the waves. The vessel was entirely forged from black and white celestial gold. The black hull flowed with an inky, chilling aura, seemingly capable of freezing all surrounding rules; the white hull was surrounded by a warm, gentle light, its warmth concealing a sharp edge. The yin and yang energies intertwined at the bow, forming a rotating Tai Chi pattern, emanating a rich aura of yin and yang rules. Wherever it passed, the raging chaotic currents were diverted—it was clearly an eighth-grade immortal celestial vessel.

It weaved through the raging chaotic currents at an astonishing speed, leaving a long trail of light in its stern, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the darkness. In less than a few breaths, it traversed tens of thousands of eons of void, appearing suddenly outside the barrier of the Primordial Immortal Realm like a black and white streak of light.

Immediately afterwards, with a "whoosh" sound, as if tearing thin paper, the barrier of the Primordial Immortal Realm was torn in two as if it were made of paper, creating a gap that was tens of thousands of feet high. A large amount of chaotic energy surged in like a wild horse, continuously widening the gap and making a "hissing" sound, as if a silent struggle was taking place.

The next second...

"Whoosh..."

The Yin-Yang light on the eighth-grade immortal ship surged, and the ship transformed into a streak of light, moving with the speed of teleportation, instantly passing through the gap in the immortal domain barrier and steadily entering the Hongmeng Immortal Domain. The Yin and Yang energies around the immortal ship automatically protected it, pushing aside the surging chaotic energy, and sped towards the core of the immortal domain.

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One day later.

The eighth-grade immortal ship traversed billions of years of void, finally arriving at the center of the Primordial Immortal Realm, quietly hovering outside the Primordial Realm. The yin and yang energies on the ship grew increasingly dense, and the black and white energies intertwined and flowed, even distorting the surrounding spacetime, forming a faint halo, as if it wanted to incorporate the Primordial Realm into it.

Then, the cabin door of the immortal ship opened, and three figures stepped out, landing steadily outside the world crystal wall of the Hongmeng Realm. On the left was the withered Xuan Yin Ancestor in black robes, his face cracked like an ancient tree, his body exuding a chilling aura, and wherever he passed, even the solid world crystal wall condensed a thick layer of white frost; in the middle was the Xuan Yang Ancestor in white robes and white hair, his face as ruddy as an infant, his aura as gentle as a spring breeze, yet it caused ripples to spread across the crystal wall, as if it were about to be melted by that warmth; and to the right of the Xuan Yang Ancestor was the You Yun Ancestor with a blood-red horn on his head, his expression complex, his eyes hiding an unyielding humiliation and resentment, the blood-red patterns on his horn faintly glowing with suppressed anger, each line seemingly telling a story of unwillingness.

Ancestor Xuan Yang stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the world crystal wall before him, which was swirling with primordial purple energy. He said in a loud voice, "Xuan Yin, Xuan Yang, and You Yun, disciples of the Thirteenth Prince, are here on the orders of the Thirteenth Prince to request an audience with young friend Hong Meng. We request that young friend Hong Meng appear in person."

The voice, imbued with the power of an eighth-rank Golden Immortal, resounded like a great bell, piercing through layers of space and echoing within the Hongmeng Realm, carrying an undeniable declaration. Ancestor Xuanyin stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze beneath his black robe as cold as a knife, meticulously scanning his surroundings, seemingly assessing the strength and resources of the Hongmeng Realm. Ancestor Youyun, on the other hand, lowered his head, his blood-red eyes fixed on the void beneath his feet. Only when he mentioned the words "Young Friend Hongmeng" did his resentment and anger erupt like sparks, only to be forcibly suppressed, transforming into deep humiliation.

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The Primordial Realm, the Primordial Immortal Palace.

Inside the stone pavilion, Su Mo held a white jade teacup between his fingertips. The golden tea rippled gently within, and wisps of primordial purple energy floated in the rising steam, intertwining with the tea's aroma to create a unique flavor. He looked up into the void, his gaze like two sharp swords piercing through layers of space, clearly landing on the three figures outside the world's crystal wall. His brows furrowed slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"These three...shouldn't they be here to confront me about the deaths of the Seven Golden Immortals, including the Netherworld Ancestor?" He gently swirled his teacup, watching the golden tea swirl within. "What's going on here?"

Su Mo's gaze swept over the two elders, Xuan Yin and Xuan Yang, one by one. "And who is this thirteenth prince he mentioned?"

"Could it be the offspring of some quasi-immortal prince?"

To be able to command two perfect eighth-grade Golden Immortals is something that few descendants of ninth-grade Golden Immortals, let alone first-grade Quasi-Immortals, possess.

"Let me see what this thirteenth prince is up to."

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Su Mo's figure shifted slightly, leaving only a faint afterimage of his green robe.

next moment......

He had already appeared outside the world's crystal wall of the Primordial Chaos Realm, standing steadily a hundred feet away from the three, including Ancestor Xuan Yang. His green robes fluttered in the wind, and Primordial Chaos purple energy seemed to circulate on his sleeves, reflecting the surrounding chaotic energy. His expression was calm, and his gaze swept over the three of them indifferently. There was neither a deliberate release of pressure nor the slightest hint of timidity, as if he were merely seeing three ordinary fellow Daoists. His composure seemed incongruous with his cultivation level of "First-Rank Golden Immortal".

"Greetings, fellow Daoists." Su Mo's voice was calm, yet it clearly reached the ears of the three, carrying a strange penetrating power, as if resounding directly into the depths of their souls. "May I ask what brings you three fellow Daoists from afar to seek my guidance?"

"This Hongmeng Immortal Lord does have some courage."

Ancestor Xuan Yin's gaze fell on Su Mo, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

For a mere First-Rank Golden Immortal to come alone to meet the three of them, one of whom was his mortal enemy, such courage is not something everyone possesses.

With their cultivation levels, capturing a mere First-Rank Golden Immortal at such a short distance would be an easy task. Even if he had an Eighth-Rank Golden Immortal protecting him, it would be impossible for them to save him at such a distance.

"Young Master Hongmeng..."

On one side, the Old Ancestor Youyun gritted his teeth, his nails digging deep into his palms, his blood-red eyes surging with murderous intent. He wished he could rush forward right then and there and tear Su Mo to pieces to avenge the tragic deaths of the seven Golden Immortals in his clan. But the thirteenth prince's warning flashed through his mind, and that deep-seated fear forced him to suppress his killing intent. In the end, he didn't dare to act rashly and could only let his anger burn in his chest.

At this moment, Ancestor Xuanyang stepped forward again, a formulaic smile on his face: "Young friend Hongmeng, you are too kind. We have come on the orders of the Thirteenth Prince to have a good chat with you."

"Let's chat? Just say what you want to say."

Su Mo's fingertips twitched slightly, enveloping him in invisible primordial purple energy. His tone was calm yet direct, leaving no room for ambiguity. His gaze fell on the face of the Xuan Yang Ancestor, clearly catching the politeness and calculation hidden in the other's smile.

The smile on Ancestor Xuanyang's face froze for a moment, seemingly not expecting Su Mo to be so direct. He then recovered and said in a gentle voice, "Young friend, you are straightforward. I will not beat around the bush. We are here on the orders of the Thirteenth Prince. We hope that you will submit to my prince and serve him. If you are willing to submit, you can become a second-class retainer of the Prince's Palace and receive 10,000 Immortal Source Crystals and 100 Grade 5 Immortal Pills every cosmic era."

"A second-class retainer, damn it! What merit does this mere first-rank Golden Immortal have?" Ancestor Youyun lowered his head, his hands unconsciously clenching. He, a dignified seventh-rank Golden Immortal, was merely a second-class retainer of the Prince's Mansion. How could this mere first-rank Golden Immortal be worthy of being on equal footing with him? An uncontrollable surge of humiliation and anger rushed to his head, making him almost unable to control the demonic energy within him, and the blood patterns on his horn became even more vivid.

"So you've come to recruit me?"

Su Mo was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He had thought the other party was there to seek revenge or to test him, but he hadn't expected it to be a recruitment. He looked up at Ancestor Xuan Yang, his tone carrying a hint of a half-smile: "Fellow Daoist Xuan Yang, are you kidding? Not long ago, I had seven Immortal Golden Immortals of the Netherworld Demon Clan 'suppressed and killed'."

He deliberately emphasized the word "suppress and kill," and his gaze swept over the old ancestor Youyun, whose face was ashen and who was trembling slightly, as if to remind him that there was a deep-seated blood feud between them.

The smile on Ancestor Xuanyang's face remained unchanged, as if he did not hear the sarcasm in Su Mo's words. He said gently, "Young friend is joking. I have also heard about the grudges between you and the Youmo Clan. It was all because the seven You Sha acted recklessly and violated your order first. Their deaths and dissipation are their own fault and they have no one to blame but you."

The Netherworld Demon Clan, a mere seventh-grade immortal clan whose strongest members are only seventh-grade Golden Immortals, how could they compare to a quasi-immortal king's power? As long as the Primordial Immortal Lord is willing to submit, let alone merely suppressing and killing seven Golden Immortals of the Netherworld Demon Clan, even annihilating the entire Netherworld Demon Clan would be nothing.

Then, Ancestor Xuan Yang turned his gaze to Ancestor You Yun, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable pressure: "You Yun, why don't you come over and apologize to our young friend?"

"what?"

Ancestor Youyun abruptly looked up, his blood-red horn glowing red with extreme shock. His crimson eyes were fixed on Ancestor Xuanyang, as if he had heard the most outrageous joke in the world. They killed seven Golden Immortals, and now they wanted him to apologize? This was an utter disgrace! Was there no justice left?

Upon seeing this, the Xuan Yin Ancestor's gaze beneath his black robe suddenly turned cold, and he coldly snorted, "What? You Yun, do you dare disobey His Highness's orders?"

The voice was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the anger of the Netherworld Ancestor. The Thirteenth Prince's order was not something a seventh-grade Golden Immortal like him could disobey. Otherwise, their Netherworld Demon Clan would soon be wiped out of the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom. Not to mention anything else, the Yin-Yang Elders alone could easily annihilate their Netherworld Demon Clan.

"Dao... Fellow Daoist..." Ancestor Youyun's voice was hoarse like a broken gong, each word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, carrying undisguised humiliation, "Previously... it was You Sha and the other seven who were ignorant and offended your immortal might, they deserved to die... Youyun... apologizes to you on their behalf."

After saying that, he stiffly bent over, his head almost touching his chest. The posture was less an apology and more an endurance of public humiliation. His spine seemed to be broken by the bow, and every bone was groaning in protest.

"Get up." Su Mo waved his hand gently, his tone calm and even. "Be more careful in the future. Not every place is a place where your Netherworld Demon Clan can run rampant!"

His gaze lingered on Ancestor Youyun for a moment before shifting away, showing neither deliberate humiliation nor any intention of forgiveness.

"That damned Hongmeng brat."

Old Ancestor Youyun wished he could tear Su Mo apart and devour him alive, but on the surface he said respectfully, "Yes, Fellow Daoist is right to teach me a lesson. I will definitely discipline my clansmen more strictly in the future."

"Young friend, now that things have been discussed openly, what are your thoughts on the matter of submitting to my prince?"

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