Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Taixu Realm, this is the mysterious territory of the Taixu Divine Clan.

Among the forty-three great gods of the ancient chaos, the Taixu God Clan ranks seventeenth. Compared with the human race, which ranks twenty-fourth, it is much stronger.

The clan has eight great masters in charge, with strong foundation and far-reaching reputation.

Moreover, it has formed a close alliance with the three major virtual clans, Lingxu, Shenxu, and Youxu, helping each other and advancing and retreating together.

Even the top ten gods, such as the Ancient Ghost God Clan, are wary of them and would not dare to provoke them unless it is absolutely necessary.

In the center of the Taixu Realm, the only chaotic world controlled by the Taixu Divine Clan - Taixu Realm, there is a mysterious space filled with the power of the Great Dao. It seems to be independent of the Taixu Realm, and the chaotic energy around it is surging violently like a surging tide, rushing endlessly.

At the edge of space, rays of light intertwined like colorful ribbons, dreamy and magnificent, as if it was a wonder at the beginning of chaos, dazzling.

An old man in a silver robe, with white hair and beard, but skin as pink as a baby's, and two long white eyebrows almost hanging down to his chest, was sitting cross-legged in the center of the space.

He was wearing a silver robe, dotted with twinkling starlight, soft and mysterious. The pattern on his chest was ancient and exquisite, and every line seemed to be telling the glorious history of the Taixu Divine Clan.

The old man had a kind yet dignified face, with a straight nose like a mountain towering into the clouds, firm and unshakable.

The divine light around him was bright and flowing like a substance, forming a thin layer of light curtain that enveloped his entire body. The ethereal sound of Tao sounded from time to time around him, as if it came from the depths of ancient chaos, and each note contained endless truths of the Tao. At a glance, it was as if you were staring at the origin of the Tao, making people sink into it and unable to extricate themselves.

Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, his long white eyebrows moved slightly, like two nimble white dragons winding in the air, agile and mysterious.

The next second...

His tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and in an instant, boundless divine light burst out, as if the chaos on both sides was gestating and evolving in his eyes, deep and vast. The chaotic energy on all sides, as if receiving some mysterious and powerful call, swarmed towards his eyes like a tide.

This person is none other than the ancestor of the Taixu Divine Clan and the leader of the eight great Dao Masters of the Taixu Divine Clan, Taixu Dao Master.

"What's going on with the Blood God, Sky Flame, Red Lotus and other eight clans? Why would they launch a full-scale attack on the human race for no reason?" Taoist Taixu frowned slightly, and his voice echoed in this vast space with a hint of solemnity and confusion.

"Could it be that these eight tribes have also discovered the human race's..."

Suddenly, Taoist Taixu's expression changed, as if he had thought of something. His eyes, which were as deep as the chaos, showed a hint of panic.

The world is bustling with people all because of profit. Without sufficient profit, it is impossible to defeat these eight tribes, especially the Beiyin and Yulong tribes. Taking action this time will be a thankless task.

After much thought, there is only one thing among the human race that can make them so crazy.

"Damn it, how did the news leak out?"

Taoist Master Taixu growled angrily, his voice filled with unwillingness and anger, his body trembled slightly, every inch of his skin exuded an aura of anger, and even the originally stable Taoist divine light around him became disordered, with the light flickering and jumping like a restless elf.

"No, that thing must not be obtained by those eight tribes, otherwise, my tribe will..."

Taoist Master Taixu shuddered as if he had thought of something terrible, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

next moment......

"Whoosh..."

Taoist Master Taixu moved his hands and several rays of divine light flashed by.

The divine light streaked across this mysterious space like a meteor and disappeared into the endless void, leaving only a short and dazzling track to prove their existence.

......

Human domain, Holy Ancestor Realm, Holy Ancestor Palace.

A heavy atmosphere like a thick leaden cloud filled the entire palace, making it almost hard to breathe.

The faces of the six great human saints, including Saint Yuanxu, were frighteningly gloomy, as if ink could drip out of them.

Some of the Saints had a hint of panic and uneasiness hidden deep in their pupils, like a poisonous snake hiding in a dark corner, which could jump out at any time to deliver a fatal blow.

As they expected, not long after the eight tribes took action, the Taixu, Lingxu, Shenxu and Youxu tribes took action one after another and launched a full-scale attack on their human domain.

Fortunately, they had been prepared for all this, and had long since given up most of the human territory, shrinking the defense line to the core area centered on the Saint Ancestor Realm. Relying on the protection of the powerful clan protection formation, there were not too many casualties.

"I hope Qiong Gao can meet the master of Xuanmen as soon as possible and seek protection from Xuanmen. Otherwise, I am afraid that my clan will..."

Saint Ancestor Yuanxu looked in the direction of Taimeng Chaos, his eyes deep and distant, as if he wanted to travel through endless time and space to find that glimmer of hope.

Xuanmen, this is the only chance of survival for their ancient Youren tribe now.

The combined strength of the twelve gods far exceeds that of the human race. In the short term, they can still hold on by relying on the geographical advantage.

But as time went on, when the protective formation was broken, only a tragic end was waiting for them - they would become a lowly slave tribe, enslaved by various tribes, and eventually completely wiped out.

......

Time flies, the days and months pass by like a shuttle, and eighty thousand years have passed by like a white horse passing by in a flash.

Under the crazy attacks of the twelve gods including Taixu, Xueshen, and Tianyan, the last line of defense of the human race has been nearly torn in half.

Outside the Saint Ancestor Realm, nearly a hundred of the 365 top-level worlds that served as important fulcrums of the clan protection divine formation were completely destroyed.

The once prosperous worlds are now only ruins and dead silence. The stars are shattered, the continents are broken, and endless chaos is raging, like the end of the world.

The remaining 272 great worlds also suffered varying degrees of damage.

In some worlds, flames are shooting up into the sky, and the raging fire seems to burn the entire world to ashes; in some worlds, they are covered with ice and snow, and the cold is biting, and the breath of life is frozen under the thick ice; in some worlds, they are shrouded in darkness, and you can't see your hand in front of you, and fear and despair are spreading in the darkness.

The fallen powerful human beings are as countless as the bright stars in the sky.

The number of Supreme Lords alone exceeds three digits, and the number of Lords and Great Lords is in the hundreds of thousands or even millions.

Even one of the six great saint ancestors, Saint Chongguang, was severely injured and lost half his life.

Endless fear and despair, like the surging tide of chaos, spread wildly in the Saint Ancestor Realm and the remaining 272 Great Thousand Realms.

The light of hope had disappeared from people's eyes. There was only deep fear and helplessness. Their faces were haggard and their expressions were dull, as if their souls had been taken away. Only a bunch of walking corpses remained.

The cries, shouts, and curses intertwined together, making the world seem to have fallen into the abyss of doomsday.

If it weren't for the hope of Xuanmen, the human race would probably be on the brink of collapse.

......

Taimeng Chaos, trillions of star years away.

The chaotic energy was as violent as a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, surging and crashing wildly.

They intertwined and entangled with each other, forming huge whirlpools. Those whirlpools seemed to be able to swallow everything. They were like black holes in the universe, full of endless destructive power.

In comparison, the chaotic energy within Taimeng Chaos is like a docile sheep. The difference between the two is completely on another level, and there is a world of difference between them.

Here, under the rule of the Supreme Lord, if one does not have the protection of the Heavenly Treasure, within three breaths, one will be corroded and destroyed by the violent chaotic energy, and end up with the destruction of both the soul and the body.

Even if one is the Supreme Lord, without cultivation above the seventh level, it would be difficult for him to persist in such an environment for too long.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, a nine-story ship about a million feet long came through the air.

The Chaos Sky Boat is one of the most precious treasures in the ancient Youren tribe’s holy temple. It is a lower-grade, medium-grade Chaos Spirit Treasure, and its shape is like a towering moving castle.

The hull is made of top-grade Chaos Divine Stone, emitting a cold luster, as if it could withstand all attacks.

On the bow, there is a carving of a huge divine bird with its wings spread out, ready to fly, its eyes flashing with a strange light, as if it is observing all the dangers ahead.

The hull was covered with dense runes and patterns, which were intertwined together to form a powerful defense and attack formation.

On the edge of each floor of the ship, there are rows of huge lanterns hanging, with purple divine flames burning in the lanterns, illuminating the chaotic air around them.

The sails were made from the hide of a Dao Lord Realm Chaos Beast, with ancient totems embroidered on the fabric, and as it fluttered in the wind, it emitted powerful fluctuations of power.

A layer of brilliant purple light enveloped the Tianzhou, like the dawn light at daybreak, piercing through the chaotic darkness.

Wherever he passed, the chaotic energy that even the Supreme Lord feared retreated like mice seeing a cat.

The speed is so fast that even the twelfth-level Supreme Lord cannot match it.

At the bow of the Chaos Skyship, Holy Lord Qionggao and several elders of the temple stood quietly with solemn expressions, looking at the Taimon Chaos that was looming in the chaos ahead, their eyes full of fatigue and expectation.

"Is that the Taimeng Chaos? After 80,000 years, it's finally here. I hope everything goes well. Otherwise, my clan..."