Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

The thirteenth prince and the other quasi-immortal kings cried out in alarm, their voices filled with deep fear and despair, like trapped beasts with their necks gripped by an invisible hand, broken sobs rolling from their throats, even their breaths trembling and cracking. Looking at their father's (His Majesty's) dharma body swaying precariously, their hearts leaped into their throats, they forgot their breathing rhythm, their chests felt as if a red-hot iron was pressed against them, burning their internal organs, and their immortal bodies involuntarily convulsed.

The cracks spreading across the Immortal King Yuan Jin's body resembled venomous snakes, their scales gleaming with a chilling light of death, slowly gnawing at his body and frantically devouring their last hope. A bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, freezing their very souls, turning their fingertips bluish-white, as if they would be frozen into ice sculptures by this coldness at any moment, even their thoughts becoming sluggish.

They wanted to lend a hand, but to their dismay, their quasi-Immortal King cultivation was insufficient; they could barely even be spectators in this clash of Immortal Kings. The chaotic turbulence stirred up by the aftershocks of the battle alone possessed a sharpness capable of tearing apart the bodies of a ninth-tier Quasi-Immortal King. To rashly intervene would only cause trouble for their father (His Majesty) and result in them being crushed into dust by the aftershocks, serving no other purpose.

The thirteenth prince clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers, forming strings of blood beads in the void, which were then shattered by the violent air currents. He was completely unaware of this, his eyes only seeing the tragic scene of his Dharma body collapsing. The eighteenth prince's face was ashen, his lips trembling like a leaf trembling in the autumn wind. His eyes were full of helplessness, and he could not even utter a complete sentence. He could only watch as the cracks slowly spread across his father's face.

All they could do at that moment was to pray silently, hoping that their father (His Majesty) could tear through time and space and arrive at this battlefield as soon as possible.

Otherwise, once their father's (His Majesty's) Dharma body disintegrates, there will only be one fate awaiting them: to be ruthlessly suppressed and annihilated.

Time crawled by, one breath at a time, amidst the anxious prayers of the thirteenth prince and the others. Each second felt like a dull knife, repeatedly cutting into their hearts.

The aura of the Immortal King Yuan Jin's avatar grew increasingly weak. His nine-dragon golden robe had long since turned to ashes, and cracks on his immortal body spread to his brow. Even the majesty in his eyes dimmed, leaving only deep resentment. Thirty breaths later, as the last wisp of eternal immortal power dissipated, the Immortal King's pressure around him suddenly collapsed, causing him to completely fall from the Immortal King realm. His aura was even somewhat inferior to that of a ninth-tier perfected Quasi-Immortal King.

"Boom..."

With a deafening roar, the last, desperately clinging golden dragon let out a mournful cry. Its scales shattered, its horns broke off, and it was utterly obliterated by the chaotic hand, turning into specks of golden light that dissipated into the chaos without leaving a trace. The chaotic hand, now unimpeded, continued its crushing force, its power so overwhelming that even before the palm's wind arrived, it had already distorted and warped the space around the Yuan Jin Immortal King's avatar, forming bizarre vortexes that seemed poised to suck everything in.

"No... Father (Your Majesty)..."

The thirteen princes and the other seventeen quasi-immortal kings let out a heart-wrenching wail, their voices filled with blood and tears, as if their hearts had been ripped out, sending chills down the spines of all who heard them. Endless despair, like a black tide, instantly swallowed their souls, even their immortal souls trembling violently in this despair, as if they were about to be torn away from their immortal bodies.

"Don't worry about me, go, you all go quickly..." The voice of the Yuan Jin Immortal King's Dharma body squeezed out from the shattered immortal body, carrying the last bit of majesty and urgency, but it was already as weak as a candle in the wind.

Before the words were finished, the chaotic hand slammed down on the body of Immortal King Yuanjin.

"boom......"

A deafening roar, comparable to the explosion of a star, resounded throughout the chaos. The shattered immortal body of the Yuan Jin Immortal King instantly exploded, transforming into countless golden fragments. Those fragments flickered in the air for a moment before being completely obliterated by the chaotic turbulence carried by the chaotic hand. Not even a trace of remnant soul or a wisp of origin remained, as if they had never existed, leaving only an empty void of chaos, carrying faint aftershocks of energy.

"Ah... Father (Your Majesty)... Run! Everyone, run!" The thirteenth prince roared, his voice hoarse like a broken gong. The sorrow in his eyes was washed away by extreme fear, leaving only the instinct for survival. He finally realized that now was not the time to wallow in grief. Their lives were still in the hands of that mysterious immortal king, and any hesitation would mean certain death!

"Yes! Run!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the seventeen Quasi-Immortal Kings simultaneously unleashed their most crucial life-saving trump cards. The Thirteenth Prince crushed a jade slip inscribed with runes of escape light, transforming into a dazzling streak of light that tore through the chaos and hurtled eastward, leaving only a fleeting afterimage. The Eighteenth Prince summoned a shuttle-shaped immortal artifact, its surface flowing with a ghostly blue light, enveloping himself within it as he darted out like a meteor, attempting to evade a direct attack. The Boundless Ancestor spat out several mouthfuls of primordial blood essence, which transformed into a bloody shadow in the air, merging into it as he tried to conceal himself within the chaotic currents…

Everyone pushed their speed to the limit, like seventeen startled swans fleeing in panic, scattering wildly in different directions around the chaos, wishing they had more legs. They didn't even dare to look back at the Myriad Immortals Array that enveloped the Primordial Chaos Origin, fearing that the gaze of that illusory spirit would sweep over them and pin them to the void.

The chaotic air currents were stirred up by their escape light, forming visible waves of air, but they could not conceal the deep-seated fear.

"At this point, is it even possible to leave?" In the Primordial World, within the Primordial Immortal Palace, Su Mo's lips curled into a cold smile, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes, like ice that had never melted. These were fat sheep already within his grasp; how could he let them escape so easily?

Immediately afterwards, Su Mo's natal immortal soul stirred slightly, and ripples spread from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness. An invisible will, following the veins of the Myriad Immortals Array, instantly transmitted to his illusory spiritual body within the array.

The next second...

Within the Grand Array of Ten Thousand Immortals, a wisp of primordial purple light shone from the brow of the illusory spirit, and a divine sense comparable to that of an Eternal Immortal King swept out from his sea of ​​consciousness like a tidal wave. This divine sense was formless and intangible, yet it carried the immense power to imprison space and time, instantly enveloping the surrounding space and time spanning billions of cosmic years, firmly locking the figures of the thirteen princes and the seventeen quasi-immortal kings within it, like an invisible net ensnaring all its prey.

"This force is not good..."

The expressions of the thirteen princes and the other seventeen quasi-immortal kings changed drastically, as if they had crashed into viscous amber. Their terrifying speed, which had previously left even high-grade quasi-immortal kings far behind, suddenly halted, plummeting to its lowest point. Every inch they took forward felt like dragging a billion mountains, an incredibly difficult task. The flow of immortal power within their bodies became sluggish, and the light of their life-saving trump cards began to flicker erratically, as if they might be extinguished at any moment, losing their former miraculous power.

"Come back here!"

A shout resounded throughout the chaos, like a decree from the heavens, carrying an irresistible majesty that shook the void, causing countless tiny fragments of space to fall in a flurry.

In an instant, a terrifying suction force erupted from behind the thirteen princes and the other seventeen quasi-immortal kings, like the gaping maw of a colossal beast from the depths of chaos. This suction ignored distance and their struggles, gripping the immortal souls and bodies of each one. No matter how the thirteen prince unleashed his final trump card, how the eighteenth prince activated his shuttle-shaped immortal artifact to unleash blinding light, how the Boundless Ancestor merged his blood shadow into chaos... all the struggles were futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Their bodies were uncontrollably thrown backward, leaving long afterimages, like fallen leaves swept up by a gale, involuntarily flying towards the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, their faces filled with despair.

In the blink of an eye, the thirteen princes and the other seventeen quasi-immortal kings were dragged by that terrifying suction force, traversing trillions of cosmic years, like sand and gravel swept by a raging storm, involuntarily crashing into the illusory figure at the center of the Myriad Immortals Array. Their immortal bodies rubbed violently against each other in the chaotic air currents, emitting a hissing sound. Their faces were filled with despair, yet they couldn't even muster the slightest strength to resist. They could only watch helplessly as they drew closer and closer to that majestic figure, the shadow of death looming over them like a dark cloud.

Just then...

The chaotic barrier in the eastern sky suddenly ripped apart, and a golden pillar of light, piercing through eternity, shot down with a deafening, eternal pressure, as if the entire chaotic void trembled with it. A supreme voice of the Great Dao followed closely behind, like a thunderclap from the heavens, resounding through the chaos with undeniable majesty: "Stop! Release my son and the others immediately, or I will not rest in peace with you!"

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