Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

A hint of solemnity and apprehension flashed in Su Mo's eyes, and his brows furrowed slightly. He had originally planned to suppress a few more waves of attacking quasi-immortal kings and accumulate enough immortal true spirit before attempting to break through to a higher realm all at once. Who would have thought that this eighteenth prince would be so unethical, directly bringing out their lineage's pillar of strength—the Wuwang Ancestor.

Even with the advantage of terrain, a ninth-tier quasi-Immortal King like him, with his current cultivation level, has a chance of winning no more than 50%—and that's assuming he defeats the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord and reforges and strengthens the power of those tens of thousands of Immortal Arrays. Otherwise, the chances would be even lower. To think he could completely subdue the Boundless Ancestor with his current strength is nothing short of a pipe dream; a slight misstep could result in a severe loss at his hands.

The next second...

"Whoosh..."

Su Mo's figure moved slightly, disappearing into the stone pavilion like a streak of light. The surrounding clouds and mist didn't even have time to ripple, as if no one had ever sat there. When he reappeared, he was already sitting steadily on the Taixu Azure Lotus in the center of the Hongmeng Immortal Palace. The lotus petals swayed gently, spreading layers of Taixu Azure Light, which intertwined with the Hongmeng Purple Qi within the Immortal Palace to form a misty sea of ​​light, surrounding him, with Daoist charm flowing endlessly.

"Which of these—the Five Elements Ancestor, the Purple Origin Dao Lord, and the Celestial Lord of the Vault—should we eliminate first?"

Su Mo's mind sank, and his divine sense, like a needle probing the sea, merged into the chaotic prison deep within his natal immortal domain, his gaze sweeping over the three quasi-immortal kings who were barely alive within the prison.

Finally, Su Mo's gaze settled on Daoist Ziyuan.

"You're the first one."

The moment the words fell, outside the Chaos Prison, the 1,800 illusory spirit bodies simultaneously changed direction, ceasing their efforts to obliterate the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord's immortal essence. Instead, they concentrated all their power and focused it on the Purple Origin Dao Lord. Billions of primordial lights surged in like a tidal wave, carrying an all-destroying sharpness, frantically cutting and obliterating the last wisp of immortal essence within the Purple Origin Dao Lord's body.

Daoist Ziyuan suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with extreme fear and resentment. His mouth gaped open, as if he wanted to roar, but no sound came out. He could only watch helplessly as his origin was slowly devoured. He could clearly feel that his connection with the Great Dao was being severed inch by inch by the power of the Primordial Chaos. The wisp of origin that sustained his immortality was dimming at a visible speed, like a candle flame torn apart by a gale, until it finally turned into a tiny glimmer of light.

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A few breaths later.

Taiyu Star Abyss, Purple Origin Immortal Realm.

"Boom..."

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, causing the entire Purple Origin Immortal Realm to tremble violently as if struck by a massive, invisible hand. Vast cosmic seas surged and roared, countless continental plates crumbled and disintegrated into floating fragments; large swathes of void, like glass struck by a heavy blow, rapidly collapsed and annihilated, turning into billions of dust that scattered throughout the Star Abyss. The immortal spiritual energy flowing within the realm surged chaotically and violently, like a raging torrent, impacting every inch of space. Countless beings of low cultivation didn't even have time to utter a scream before being torn apart by the violent energy, reduced to ashes, leaving not even a trace of their souls behind.

What's even more chilling is that, within the Immortal Realm, wherever the statue of the Purple Origin Dao Lord was enshrined, whether it was the gilded statue tens of millions of light-years tall in the main hall of the Dao Sect or the palm-sized stone statue in a remote star palace, almost at the same moment, dense cracks appeared on the surface, followed by a series of "crack" sounds, and then it collapsed and shattered into a pile of rubble, leaving not even a trace of immortal charm behind.

"Ah—Grandmaster!"

"No... how could this be? Our ancestor was a third-tier Quasi-Immortal King, who traversed countless universes across the Immortal Kingdom. How could he have suddenly perished like this?"

"It's fake! It's all fake! Our patriarch was incredibly powerful, how could he possibly have perished? This must be an illusion! I must be dreaming!"

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Heart-wrenching wails echoed continuously from the Ziyuan Dao Sect at the center of the Ziyuan Immortal Realm, so mournful that they shattered the hearts of those who heard them, casting a shadow of sorrow over the entire Immortal Realm.

Many disciples of the Ziyuan Dao Sect, sensing that the primordial aura connecting them to their ancestor had been completely severed, were struck dumb, their faces turning deathly pale.

Some disciples slumped to the ground, their hands clutching their robes tightly, knuckles white, eyes filled with confusion and despair, as if all their strength had been drained, their bodies limp as mud, unable even to conceive of standing; others, like madmen, frantically rushed towards the collapsing statue, attempting to repair the fragments with their immortal power, only to be violently thrown back by the aftershocks of the statue's collapse, spitting blood, crashing heavily to the ground, their eyes empty as still water, devoid of any spirit; still others suffered a complete mental breakdown, sitting cross-legged on the ground and weeping loudly, their cries filled with fear of the unknown and bewilderment at losing their support—their revered patriarch, the quasi-immortal king who had protected the Ziyuan Dao Sect at the pinnacle of the Star Abyss for countless cosmic eras, had truly... vanished into thin air?

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The Primordial World, the Primordial Immortal Palace.

"Well done, Zi Yuan Daojun! As expected of a third-tier quasi-immortal king!" Su Mo looked at the attribute light screen that appeared before him. He saw that the value of "Immortal True Spirit" on it had increased nearly tenfold as if it were on a rocket. The golden data stream was like a surging torrent rushing towards the upper limit. His eyes immediately lit up and he couldn't help but shout "Good!"

"Imbue the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture!"

Su Mo's mind stirred, and the surging immortal true spirit burst forth like a river bursting its banks.

[You continued to circulate the Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture, using your boundless immortal true spirit to break through the barriers of your realm. After 1500000 cosmic eras, the technique successfully broke through its shackles and you advanced to the Great Perfection of the Seventh-Rank Golden Immortal realm.]

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As the cold notification sound rang in his mind, the power within Su Mo's body surged wildly like a volcanic eruption. Every inch of his immortal bones emitted a joyful hum, and a faint golden light emanated from the surface of his immortal body. Strands of primordial light overflowed from his pores, intertwining with the surrounding azure light of the void to form a vortex. A terrifying pressure that would make even a fifth-order quasi-immortal king tremble surged from his body, frantically impacting the array formations and immortal restrictions of the Primordial Immortal Palace. This caused the star patterns on the palace ceiling to light up, emitting a buzzing resonance, and the entire immortal palace trembled slightly.

Just as Su Mo broke through, outside the Hongmeng Immortal Domain, the figure of the gray-robed old man, Ancestor Wuwang, once again traversed the chaotic void spanning hundreds of billions of cosmic years. He was now less than nine hundred billion cosmic years away from the Hongmeng Immortal Domain, and his speed was even faster than before, as if he had vaguely sensed something.

“Something’s not right… those two kids, Qiong Gao and Zi Yuan, are acting strangely.” Ancestor Wuwang suddenly stopped, standing like a pillar of strength in the chaos, his gray robe fluttering slightly, and a sharp glint appearing in his usually calm eyes.

Looking up at the Qiong Gao Immortal Lord and Zi Yuan Dao Jun, who were struggling against the attacks of the sixth-order quasi-immortal king Tian Heng Immortal Lord under the command of the thirteenth prince, three hundred billion cosmic years away, Qiong Gao Immortal Lord and Zi Yuan Dao Jun frowned slightly.

Two beams of golden light suddenly burst forth from those seemingly cloudy eyes, piercing through the endless void like two divine swords that split the heavens and the earth, striking straight at the heart of the battlefield.

"Open the Eyes of Innocence for me!"

With a low shout, the golden light in the eyes of the Wuwang Ancestor became even more intense, as if it could see through the river of time, tear apart the barriers of space, and see through all the illusions in the world. Any disguise could not hide under these immortal eyes.

"As expected, these two are imposters. The Eighteenth Prince was right; this was a trap. Qiong Gao and his companions are probably... doomed."

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