Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

The sixteen quasi-immortal kings, including the eighteenth prince, looked in the direction of the voice and saw that this usually calm and composed late-stage ninth-order quasi-immortal king now had bloodshot eyes. His eyes, which were originally as deep as the cosmos, were now churning with violent killing intent and grief, almost tearing his eye sockets apart. The immortal immortal power around his body surged uncontrollably, creating a storm of rules that swept across the immortal ship. Golden immortal immortal power and gray fragments of rules intertwined and collided, crackling and popping, even shaking the defensive runes engraved around the immortal ship, making them flicker like candles in the wind. He was like a raging beast about to devour all living beings, even his aura became ferocious and terrifying, carrying a world-destroying madness, as if he wanted to turn this chaos upside down in order to vent the excruciating pain in his heart.

"Senior Wuyai, what has caused your loss of composure?" The Thirteenth Prince frowned, a sense of unease rising in his heart. The four words "disciple of Dark Ruins" that Ancestor Wuyai had just uttered pierced his heart like an icy thorn—could it be that something had happened to the Dark Ruins Immortal Lord?

The Boundless Ancestor seemed oblivious, his gaze fixed intently on the direction of the Primordial Immortal Realm. His eyes seemed to pierce through countless layers of chaotic barriers, relentlessly annihilating the beings within, leaving no trace of their souls. His teeth clenched so tightly they bulged, the muscles in his jaw bulging, veins popping, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows, trembling with a chilling intensity: "It's the Dark Ruins… my Dark Ruins disciple… dead and annihilated… not even a wisp of his soul remained…"

The last few words were practically squeezed out through clenched teeth, each one dripping with blood and tears. The Dark Ruins Immortal Lord was his most beloved and personally trained disciple. The two had been together for nearly ten thousand cosmic eons; in his heart, they were no longer just master and disciple, but closer than father and son, even more intimate than blood relatives. Now, his disciple had died a tragic death—this hatred was truly irreconcilable!

"What? Fellow Daoist Dark Ruins... No, how is this possible!" The Thirteenth Prince's eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, "That ninth-tier Quasi-Immortal King is currently dealing with our attacks with all his might. How could he possibly have the strength to continue to annihilate Immortal Lord Dark Ruins? There must be something fishy about this. Senior Wuyai, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

As soon as the thirteenth prince finished speaking, the other quasi-immortal kings were in an uproar and echoed his words.

"Yes, Senior Wuya, that's absolutely impossible!"

"If that thief truly possessed such abilities, how could he have stood by and watched us destroy the great formation and await our doom? You must be overthinking things and have misjudged the situation!"

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Their eyes were also filled with disbelief; they were clearly unwilling to believe the result.

"There's no mistake..." Ancestor Wuya suddenly raised his hand, his withered finger pointing in the direction of the Primordial Immortal Realm. His blood-red eyes were filled with boundless killing intent, almost solidifying into tangible blades. "My disciple's natal soul lamp has been completely extinguished; there's absolutely no way it could be false..."

"Ah...this..."

The thirteenth prince's heart skipped a beat. A sense of unease, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, surged wildly within him, instantly spreading to every part of his body, sending chills down his spine. If even his natal soul lamp had been extinguished, then there was truly no hope of recovery.

"Could it be that this thief has been holding back all along? Is he deliberately stalling for time?"

“Your Highness, there must be some conspiracy involved!” A quasi-immortal king of the eighth rank, dressed in a dark gold robe, said in a deep voice, his face as solemn as iron, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"No, this can't go on!"

The thirteenth prince acted decisively, instinctively glancing at the eighteenth prince. Their gazes met in mid-air, and in a flash, they seemed to see through each other's thoughts, nodding slightly as they silently reached a consensus.

"Gentlemen, the enemy is using a trap. Quickly reveal your trump cards and break this formation as fast as possible, lest things get complicated!"

As the thirteenth prince spoke, an ancient talisman covered in profound runes appeared in his palm, gleaming with a faint purple light and emanating a faint dragon's roar. Then, with a "bang," the talisman suddenly exploded, transforming into a stream of purple-gold light that merged into his body. In an instant, the thirteenth prince's aura surged wildly, his immortal power causing his robes to flutter wildly. He broke through two major ranks, leaping from the peak of the seventh rank to the peak of the ninth rank. His terrifying aura was even stronger than that of the late-stage ninth-rank quasi-immortal king, Ancestor Wuyai. Surrounded by purple light, he resembled a purple-gold dragon god about to descend to earth, majestic and awe-inspiring.

"Yes, everyone, let's hold back no longer and break the formation quickly!" The Eighteenth Prince echoed in a deep voice, and black and white divine light suddenly erupted from his body. A Yin-Yang crystal bead exploded within him, like a miniature cosmic explosion, and terrifying energy frantically impacted his limbs and bones. The pressure around him surged rapidly, also leaping two major levels, from the early stage of the ninth rank to the peak of the ninth rank, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Thirteenth Prince. The two terrifying auras resonated with each other, causing the entire surrounding immortal palace to tremble violently.

Seeing this, the other quasi-Immortal Kings exchanged glances and gritted their teeth. Clearly, this was no longer the time to hold back. They all took out their most treasured possessions—some crushed their ancestral ancient immortal bones, the shattering bones releasing a dazzling light that merged into their bodies; some risked damaging their vital energy by using forbidden techniques, their bodies radiating a strange blood-red light, their auras instantly surging; others produced forbidden immortal pills with significant side effects, the pills melting upon entering their mouths, transforming into violent energy that flowed throughout their bodies… In an instant, the auras of all the quasi-Immortal Kings rapidly increased, the peak of the seventh rank advancing to the eighth, and the mid-eighth rank approaching the ninth. The entire Immortal Ship was enveloped by this terrifying, converged pressure.

Soon, the entire Immortal Ship began to shake violently. Dense, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the hard immortal gold deck, and the defensive array patterns on both sides of the ship collapsed one after another, emitting a piercing "crack" sound, as if it would completely collapse and scatter into cosmic dust in the next second.

"Oh no! Run!"

The thirteenth prince's expression changed slightly. He let out a soft shout, and his figure transformed into a streak of purple-gold light, taking the lead in stepping out of the Immortal Ship. The eighteenth prince and the Boundless Ancestor followed closely behind. Seventeen terrifying pressures, each at least on par with an eighth-level Quasi-Immortal King, were like seventeen raging chaotic storms, all crushing towards the Myriad Immortals Formation.

"Crack...knock..."

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out. The immortal arrays closest to the thirteenth prince and his group, under the impact of this sudden surge of pressure, instantly dimmed their light barriers, their array patterns shattered inch by inch, and they were the first to give way, exploding like broken glass, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into chaos. The protective light realm of the Myriad Immortals Array shook violently, like a candle flame flickering in a gale, showing signs of collapsing for the first time.

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The Primordial World, the Primordial Immortal Palace.

"These old fogies are indeed not simple."

Su Mo sat upright on the enlightenment futon, his brows slightly raised. His gaze pierced through layers of void, taking in all the changes on the Immortal Ship. In the scene within his sea of ​​consciousness, seventeen auras surged like raging dragons breaking free from their restraints, each rising at least two minor ranks, with several even directly leaping across a major realm.

Especially the thirteenth and eighteenth princes, as expected of the offspring of immortal princes, were able to instantly advance two major ranks. Their auras were astonishingly stable, and although there was some agitation in the flow of immortal power around them, there was no sign of a weak foundation. At most, they would be slightly weak for a period of time afterward, but they would recover completely. This foundation was simply terrifying and astonishing.

"Fortunately, these old fogies' outburst came a little late." Su Mo tapped his knees lightly with his fingertips, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes. "Otherwise, if they had used these methods before my breakthrough, the Myriad Immortals Formation would have truly been destroyed in their hands, and a fierce and dangerous battle would have been inevitable."

The next second...

Deep within the Myriad Immortals Formation, the illusory spirit that presided over the formation suddenly opened its eyes, its pupils bursting with divine light. Within its natal immortal domain, nine condensed, tangible immortal lights flashed by, like nine stars piercing the darkness, instantly merging with the three illusory spirits that had not yet retreated into Su Mo's natal immortal domain.

"Om..."

Twelve figures stood in a staggered formation, their bodies simultaneously glowing with profound crimson runes. Their auras intertwined and swirled, instantly forming the "Twelve Heavenly Capital Gods and Demons Array," a formation that could span countless eons. As the array's patterns flowed, it seemed as if twelve ancient demon god phantoms floated and sank within the array, unleashing roars that shook the universe.

In an instant, the aura of that illusory spirit surged once more. Its power, which had already reached the peak of the ninth-tier Quasi-Immortal King realm, surged like a burst dam, directly breaking through the limits of the ninth-tier Quasi-Immortal King and emitting a terrifying pressure that faintly touched the Immortal King realm. This power flowed into the Myriad Immortals Array along the array's veins, like adding a handful of dry wood to a candle that was about to go out, instantly revitalizing the array.

"boom......"

The protective light barrier of the Myriad Immortals Array trembled violently. The previously swaying light screen instantly stabilized, its dim luster solidifying once more. A faint golden light emanated from the edges of the shattered array patterns, repairing the cracks at a visible speed. At the gap that had just been torn, countless law runes reformed, forming an even more resilient barrier than before, firmly blocking the oppressive aura of the Thirteenth Prince and his companions outside the array, remaining completely unmoved.

"Damn it, this thief really still has some strength left."

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