Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

In the Taihao world, above the Jiuling Continent, the Xuanling Mountain is majestic and towering, like a pillar of heaven that reaches all the way to the sky and into the endless and deep sky.

At the top of Xuanling Mountain, stands the Shangqing Palace.

It is magnificent, with exquisite and unique flying eaves and brackets, like a divine bird spreading its wings and ready to fly; the carved beams and painted buildings are magnificent, and every line seems to contain an ancient story, like a guardian coming from the depths of time, quietly witnessing the vicissitudes of the world.

Inside the hall, Wen Zhong, dressed in a jet-black Taoist robe, sat opposite Patriarch Tianxuan.

"This day has finally come. The twenty-seven "big" top hegemonic clans have joined forces and look up to our Xuanmen."

Wen Zhong frowned slightly, but said, "Fellow Daoist Tianxuan, thank you for telling me this, but my Xuanmen has its own way to deal with it. I'd better forget about going to Taixu Zuyue with you."

"What?" Patriarch Tianxuan was stunned, his face full of disbelief. He even subconsciously tilted his head, as if he suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

At this point, how dare Wen Zhong refuse?

Does Xuanmen really have the ability to deal with the aggressive alien alliance?

But as soon as this thought came to mind, he quickly nipped it in the bud.

What a joke! That's twenty-seven top-level clans joining forces. With such a terrifying force, even the Taimeng people don't have much chance of winning, let alone an external force like Xuanmen.

Unless their Xuanmen is the most powerful force with a twelfth-level supreme master in charge.

But is this possible?

Outside of the Taimeng Great Thousand World, resources are scarce and limited, and it is impossible for a twelfth-level Supreme Lord to be born. Even an eleventh-level Supreme Lord is an unattainable legend.

At least, he had lived for nearly two thousand years, and had never heard of any other world outside of their Taimeng Universe that had an eleventh- or twelfth-level supreme master in charge.

"Fellow Daoist Wen Zhong, this crisis is of no trivial importance. Neither you nor I can contend with it. Only by uniting can we have a chance of winning." Patriarch Tianxuan suppressed his displeasure, the blue veins on his forehead throbbing slightly, and continued to persuade earnestly.

His expression was anxious, his eyes were full of worry, and his hands were unconsciously gesturing in the air, trying to make Wen Zhong understand the seriousness of the situation.

"Fellow Daoist Tianxuan, we of Xuanmen appreciate your kindness, but this disaster was caused by us, so we should deal with it alone. How could we implicate you?" Wen Zhong shook his head, his voice firm and powerful, revealing an unquestionable determination.

It is impossible to migrate. He has suppressed so many supreme masters of alien races and searched their spiritual memories. Even if he doesn't know it clearly about the human race's background, it's not much different.

The geographical advantages of Taixu Zuyue may not be comparable to his careful arrangements over the years.

Not to mention, these ten thousand years of my life were not spent in vain. The accumulated lifespan allowed me to forge the twelfth-grade lower-grade Heavenly Dao Divine Bone in one fell swoop. He was still a long way from breaking through to the twelfth-level perfect supreme master, but it was more than enough to improve his cultivation of supernatural powers and formations to the eleventh-level perfect state.

If it really doesn't work, break through in advance.

By then, a mere alliance of twenty-seven top hegemonic clans would be nothing.

Hearing this, Patriarch Tianxuan's expression became even uglier. His brows were tightly furrowed like two tightened ropes. His eyes were full of disappointment and helplessness, and his breathing became rapid.

It's already this time, and this Xuanmen is still trying to be stubborn.

“Fellow Daoist Wen Zhong, please don’t act on impulse.” The voice of the Tianxuan Patriarch was raised with a hint of anger. He stood up suddenly and clenched his fists. “This crisis is definitely not something your Xuan Sect can contend with. If you insist on doing it, it will only lead to your Xuan Sect’s eternal damnation. Now follow me to the ancestral land, and your Xuan Sect will have a glimmer of hope.”

"Fellow Daoist Tianxuan, thank you for your kindness, but we will take care of Xuanmen's affairs." Wen Zhong's voice was steady and powerful, as if every word carried an unshakable determination. "I have made up my mind, so there is no need for you to say more."

When Patriarch Tianxuan looked at Wen Zhong's determined face, the last glimmer of hope in his heart was completely shattered, and his face turned ashen, like a dark cloud.

"Wen Zhong, I'm trying to persuade you with kind words, but you are so ignorant! You better take care of yourself!"

After saying that, Patriarch Tianxuan flicked his sleeves violently, causing a sharp gust of wind. He then turned around and strode out of the hall with big strides. His steps were quick and heavy, and every step seemed to be filled with deep anger and helplessness.

It is difficult to persuade a damned ghost with kind words. Wen Zhong is determined to take Xuanmen to death, and no matter how much he talks, nothing can change anything.

"I hope you don't regret your decision today!"

The voice of Patriarch Tianxuan echoed in the empty Shangqing Palace, and then his figure disappeared outside the palace gate.

The Shangqing Palace soon became quiet, leaving only Wen Zhong, who was still sitting there quietly, with no sign of hesitation on his face, as if he was a towering mountain, unmoved by the outside world.

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Zhennan Palace, beside Linglong Lake.

Su Mo stood quietly by the lake, his figure as straight as a pine tree, his white robe fluttering in the wind, like an immortal.

"Twenty-seven top overlords, I wonder how many times my life span can be increased every day?"

The corners of Su Mo's mouth rose slightly, outlining a confident smile, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

These twenty-seven top-level hegemonic clans have no less than half a hundred top-level supreme overlords alone. And if the ninth-level and below supreme overlords are put together, there are at least a thousand, if not more. Add in their supreme overlord incarnations, and the number will at least double.

The next second...

"Whoosh..."

There were slight ripples in the space, and Su Mo's figure instantly disappeared by the Linglong Lake. When he reappeared, he was already in the boundless chaos. He kept striding towards the depths of the chaos.

The alien alliance may arrive at any time, so he has to make some preparations in advance.

The Taimeng World is not a good place for a breakthrough.

It's okay to break through the Heavenly Dao Divine Bone and the magical power formation, but a breakthrough in cultivation requires a massive amount of energy, and you never know what unexpected things may happen.

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Taixu Zuyue, Cangzu Palace, and front hall.

An indescribable atmosphere of oppression enveloped the entire hall like a thick dark cloud, making it hard for everyone to breathe.

From the three great human ancestors, including Cang Yuan Ren Zu, to the eleven high-level supreme masters, all were immersed in this heavy atmosphere. Their brows were furrowed, forming deep furrows, like traces carved by time. In their eyes, there was even more blazing anger burning, as if to devour everything.

"It's ok that the Xuan Sect has caused such a big mess for us humans, but now they dare to act arrogantly and reject our kindness. Do they really want to kill us humans?"

A high-level supreme master couldn't help but speak angrily, his voice echoing in the hall with deep resentment, as if a beast trapped in a cage was roaring, his hands clenched tightly, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Other high-level supreme masters echoed the sentiment, and anger spread in the hall like a tide, making the temperature of the entire hall seem to rise a few degrees.

"Forget it. Since Xuanmen is determined to do what he wants, forget it."

After a long silence, the ancestor of Cang Yuan finally spoke. His voice was low and powerful, with deep helplessness, as if it was a sigh coming from ancient times.

A forced melon is not sweet. Even if he takes action now and forcibly brings Xuanmen back to his ancestral land, if things go wrong, it may backfire and become a hidden danger for them.

Such a bunch of ignorant, lawless bastards have no sense of the overall situation at all and they are likely to cause any trouble.

The next second...

The ancestor of Cang Yuan Renzu's gaze turned, like two sharp sword lights, and instantly fell on a ninth-level supreme master who was wearing a star robe and his whole body was shining with starlight.

His eyes were heavy and serious, and with a majesty that could not be refused, he said: "Xingchen, those fire seeds are now in your hands. Send them out of the Taimeng Great Thousand World as soon as possible."

With the strength of one clan, they didn't have much chance of winning against the twenty-seven "big" top clans. Now, Xuanmen, this thorn in the side, is still so uncooperative and insists on having his own way. Staying outside, their chances of winning are further weakened by three points. They must be prepared for the worst. These old guys can die, but the inheritance of their Taimeng clan must not be cut off.

"Yes, Master! I will definitely fulfill my mission!"

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