Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Tianxuan Star Abyss is one of the 128 Star Abysses in the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom. Although it is not as top-tier as Taiyuan Star Abyss, which ranks among the top ten, it is still firmly in the top twenty. Immortal mist swirls within the star abyss like a light veil, and countless continents are scattered in the void like chess pieces. Among them are the eaves of countless immortal cultivation sects and the totems of ancient tribes, faintly revealing a profound heritage accumulated over thousands of years.

In the western part of Star Abyss lies a forbidden land that strikes fear into the hearts of all cultivators—the Myriad Poison Ruins. This ruin stretches for billions of years, perpetually shrouded in a layer of colorful poisonous mist. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple miasma intertwine and surge in the void, sometimes transforming into ferocious beasts with bared fangs and claws, sometimes condensing into sharp, gleaming poisonous thorns. The air is filled with a pungent, sweet-smelling stench that drives one to the brink of madness. This place gathers all the world's rarest poisons; even the most inconspicuous wisp of pale purple mist contains the power to corrode bones and souls, easily killing a half-step Golden Immortal. The inky black poison tide surging deep within the ruins is a fusion of the essence of all poisons, its toxicity incomparably domineering. Even an eighth-grade Golden Immortal who mistakenly enters it is likely to face a near-death experience, barely leaving behind a complete corpse.

"Whoosh..."

On this day, a streak of azure light fell from the heavens, piercing the clouds of Tianxuan Star Abyss like a meteor, leaving a long trail of light before finally landing steadily on a jet-black chaotic primordial stone on the outskirts of the Myriad Poison Ruins. The azure light dissipated, revealing a young man dressed in a dark azure robe. His sword-like eyebrows reached his temples, his starry eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a still pool, and his features were strikingly handsome, almost piercing. Yet, he exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay, like ice that had never melted for millennia. Even the flowing immortal winds around him faltered, hesitant to approach, creating a silent vacuum around him.

"The Ruins of Ten Thousand Poisons, this is it."

The young man looked up at the swirling, colorful poisonous fog ahead, his gaze piercing through layers of miasma and landing deep within the ruins. Ancestor Qingyuan was a master of poisons throughout his life, his innate poison skills being unparalleled. His Daoist temple was not far from Tianxuan Star Abyss; hiding his lineage in such a perilous place was consistent with his unpredictable style.

This young man was a spiritual illusion created by Su Mo.

The next second...

The illusory spirit moved lightly, seemingly slowly, yet each step created faint spatial ripples, traversing thousands of cosmic years in a single stride and directly entering the boundary of the Myriad Poison Ruins.

"Roar......"

As if a slumbering ancient venomous beast had been abruptly awakened, the deathly poisonous mist within the Myriad Poison Ruins instantly erupted! The multicolored mist surged like boiling magma, unleashing towering waves of poison, within which countless phantoms of venomous dragons, pythons, and scorpions could be vaguely seen—the venomous dragons possessed nine heads, spewing venom of different colors; the pythons' scales shimmered with an eerie light, their coils capable of crushing even immortal gold; the scorpions' stingers were like jade, their tips containing a single drop of poison powerful enough to dissolve even a Golden Immortal's body. They opened their massive maws, filled with fangs, and swarmed towards the illusory spirit with earth-shattering force. The putrid stench was so thick it almost solidified the void; wherever it passed, even the stable barriers of spacetime were corroded, riddled with countless holes, emitting wisps of black smoke and revealing the chaotic void behind them.

However, just as the poisonous mist was about to touch Ling Xu's illusory body, a faint golden light suddenly appeared around him. Warm yet resilient, like a layer of glass shield, it kept all the poisonous mist out. The colorful poisonous waves crashed against the golden light, emitting a sizzling sound, instantly turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating. Even the hideous poisonous beast phantoms burst like bubbles.

No matter how the poisonous mist within the Myriad Poison Ruins roared and surged, the golden barrier remained unmoved, firmly blocking all the toxins from thousands of feet away, preventing even the slightest trace of foul odor from penetrating.

Ling Xuhuan remained expressionless, his steps unwavering as he continued deeper into the Myriad Poison Ruins. With each step he took, the poisonous mist beneath his feet emitted a faint golden glow, purifying all the lurking toxins. Those deadly poisons, enough to kill a seventh-grade Golden Immortal, were rendered utterly ineffective by the power of a quasi-fourth-tier Quasi-Immortal King, utterly powerless and unable to even hinder his progress.

......

after one day.

Lingxu's illusory body had penetrated deep into the core of the Myriad Poison Ruins. The surrounding poisonous mist had long since turned into a viscous, inky black, interspersed with wisps of blood-red miasma—the ultimate poison, so potent that it even swallowed light, appearing dark and eerie. The poison here was many times stronger than on the outskirts. The flow of the poisonous mist carried a muffled sound, as if countless wronged souls were wailing within it. Even a ninth-rank Golden Immortal who strayed in could not endure it for long before their immortal body and soul were corroded, ultimately becoming part of the poisonous mist.

at this time......

Suddenly, ripples spread across the void surrounding the illusory spirit, like ripples spreading across a calm lake after a pebble has been thrown in. Faint primordial purple energy shimmered within the ripples. Then, one after another, illusory spirits emerged from the ripples. They varied in age: some were young children with their hair in topknots, their eyes clear yet sharp; some were strong young men, their bare arms revealing explosive power in their muscular physiques; some were white-haired elders, leaning on canes whose tips were carved with primordial runes. They wore different clothes—some were brocade robes embroidered with the sun, moon, and stars; others wore coarse cloth shirts, dusty with dirt—yet all emanated an aura of the same origin as their original forms, a unified aura, as if they were part of the Myriad Poison Ruins.

In a short while, these illusory spirits spread across the surrounding void for billions of eons. They formed hand seals, faint primordial purple energy flowing from their fingertips, and began to outline intricate array patterns in the void. Initially as fine as hair, these patterns gradually solidified with the infusion of primordial power, gleaming with a metallic luster. Intertwined with the poisonous mist of the Myriad Poison Ruins, they created a strange harmony, as if these array patterns were meant to originate from this place.

......

Time flowed slowly as the immortal arrays took shape; one year, ten years, a hundred years... millions of years passed in the blink of an eye.

The core area of ​​the Myriad Poison Ruins has been completely covered by tens of thousands of immortal immortal arrays. These arrays vary in size; some float in the air like stars, while others spread across the poisonous soil like spider webs, layer upon layer, interlocking to encompass every inch of space. The arrays are connected by invisible threads of rules, their auras drawing each other together to form a perfectly integrated whole. A faint aura of killing intent flows across the array patterns, clashing with the surrounding poisonous mist, and faint sounds of thunder echoing in the depths of the void.

Each of these tens of thousands of immortal arrays possesses the power to kill a third-tier quasi-immortal king. If they are triggered simultaneously, the impact will be earth-shattering. Golden light and primordial purple energy will tear through the inky poisonous mist, forming a boundless net of magic. Even a seventh-tier quasi-immortal king who falls into it will be severely injured by countless array patterns, facing a slim chance of survival.

"hidden!"

A soft shout resounded throughout the Myriad Poison Ruins, like the final sound of the Dao, carrying an undeniable majesty. Immediately afterward, the immortal light of tens of thousands of immortal arrays began to rapidly recede, gradually dimming from its dazzling brilliance, ultimately merging perfectly with the colorful deathly poisonous mist of the Myriad Poison Ruins. The array patterns disappeared into the folds of the poisonous mist, their aura assimilated with the toxins, even their circulation frequency becoming synchronized. Even a fourth-tier quasi-Immortal King, without careful examination, would only perceive these immortal arrays as ordinary circulation of poisonous mist, making it impossible to detect this hidden killing intent; they would only step step by step into a death trap.

......

The Primordial Immortal Realm, the Primordial Immortal Palace.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, auspicious clouds swirled, and the primordial purple aura flowed like water between the beams and pillars. The dragon and phoenix silhouettes carved on the beams and pillars appeared and disappeared in the purple aura, as if they wanted to break free from the shackles of wood and stone and soar into the heavens. The purple aura made the furnishings in the palace appear even more ancient and solemn—the jade slips on the tables radiated an ancient luster, and the scrolls hanging on the walls flowed with the artistic conception of landscapes; every item contained the sedimentation of time. Su Mo sat cross-legged on the seven-colored cloud bed in the center. The cloud bed was carved from seven colors of immortal crystal: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. Each crystal leaf flowed with a faint Daoist charm, supporting his tall figure and making him seem to merge with the Great Dao.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his aura was calm and still, with only a faint trace of primordial purple energy between his brows. Suddenly, a divine light flashed in his eyes, and two invisible divine thoughts burst out of his body, piercing through the void of trillions of years like sharp swords, crossing endless chaos, and landing precisely at the core of the Myriad Poison Ruins, taking in the entire scene within the Myriad Poison Ruins.

"Good!" Su Mo's lips slowly curled into a faint smile. His voice was not loud, but it carried a confident air of having a plan in hand. "Everything is ready. Now we just have to wait for those quasi-Immortal Kings to take the bait."

......

Time flies, stars flow and rivers turn, and three hundred billion years have passed like sand slipping through fingers. Within the Primordial Immortal Realm, the immortal energy grows ever more abundant, almost liquefying and flowing through the mountains and rivers; the Enlightenment Tea in the Immortal Palace blooms and withers, withers and blooms again, each bloom resonating with the Great Dao, through countless cycles of spring and autumn.

Deep within the Primordial Immortal Realm, in the Chaos Prison, the last remnant soul of Ancestor Qingyuan let out a faint wail before vanishing completely into nothingness with a "poof".

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Su Mo, lying on the seven-colored cloud bed, slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the surging Immortal True Spirit on the light screen, a hint of regret flashed in his eyes: "Alas! Just as I thought!"

Everything went as he expected. Although the source of Qingyuan Ancestor had increased the immortal true spirit in his hands by more than tenfold, reaching nearly 30 trillion units, the words "can be infused" still did not appear after the "Hongmeng Void Extreme Immortal Scripture"; however, the three crucial words were added at the end of the "Hongmeng Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture".

"Let's wait a bit longer." Su Mo twirled his fingers, pondering for a moment. He didn't choose to immediately break through to the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Body—the improvement in physical combat power was far less significant than advancing to the seventh-grade perfect Golden Immortal realm. In any case, breaking through to the physical body would only take an hour; if he encountered a life-or-death crisis, it wouldn't be too late to break through then.

He closed his eyes again, his divine sense once more sinking into the direction of the Myriad Poison Ruins. That forbidden land was still shrouded in poisonous mist, and tens of thousands of immortal arrays, like sleeping behemoths, silently awaited the arrival of their prey.

......

Soon, another trillion years quietly passed.

"That thirteenth prince! He's managed to win over another quasi-immortal king faction. No, I absolutely cannot let him succeed like this. The position of crown prince can only be mine..."