Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

The edge of the bright soul chaos circle.

The chaotic energy was like a thick fog, slowly surging in the void, occasionally flashing strange light.

In this dreamlike chaos, a thin old man with gray hair stood quietly.

He was wearing a slightly worn grey robe, which swayed gently under the caress of the chaotic air currents like ripples on the water. However, this did not affect his calm temperament that blended perfectly with the chaos.

His body is hunched, as if he is carrying the weight of endless years, but emanating from him is a deep aura that has been precipitated by the years, as if every wrinkle hides countless stories and secrets.

His face was like an ancient tree carved by time, covered with deep and shallow wrinkles, like the ravines of ancient mountains, recording the vicissitudes of time.

A pair of eyes are sunken in the eye sockets, the pupils are like deep pools, full of the charm of time. The occasional flash of light seems to be able to see through the fog of chaos and see through everything.

His nose was high but slightly thin, his lips were chapped and slightly pursed, revealing a kind of determination and depth. The white hair on his temples fell in a mess, but it did not detract from his unique temperament, but instead added a bit of mystery and vicissitudes.

On the side of the old man, there was a man standing respectfully. He was a mighty man with a pair of dragon horns on his head and wearing bronze armor.

He has a tall and straight figure, like a towering mountain, and naturally exudes an aura of majesty without even being angry.

At this moment, this person was looking towards the direction of Timon Chaos with a burning gaze, with deep fear in his pupils, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare on the brink of life and death.

"Huh... Fortunately, I asked my master to come with me. Otherwise, if I really went there alone, the consequences would be disastrous."

His cultivation level was far inferior to that of the three Golden Ding ancestors. Now, even the Golden Ding ancestors and others were easily suppressed by the Xuanmen strongman, let alone him. It was simply like lighting a light in the toilet - seeking death.

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Jiuling Continent, Xuanling Mountain, Zhenjun Temple.

At some point, Yang Jian's tall and straight pine-like figure had disappeared, leaving only the empty Zhenjun Temple, where Saint Yuanxu stood there with a dull look in his eyes like a statue.

The light in the hall seemed to have lost some of its brilliance due to Yang Jian's departure, and became much dimmer. It was so quiet that the only sound could be heard was the slightly rapid and heavy breathing of Saint Yuanxu.

Nearly a cup of tea later, Saint Ancestor Yuanxu came back to his senses, his eyes filled with unconcealable horror.

The Dao masters around Taimeng Chaos only knew that it was the Xuanmen who took down the three Dao masters including the Jinding Ancestor, but they had no idea who did it. However, he witnessed it all with his own eyes and knew that this earth-shaking achievement was all from the hands of the master of the Zhenjun Palace, Yang Jian.

Before, he had thought highly of Xuanmen as much as possible, but he never expected that it was just the tip of the iceberg of Xuanmen's huge strength.

Yang Jian, a mere third-generation disciple of Xuanmen, actually possessed such terrifying power that he easily took down three and six hundred Taoist masters with a wave of his hand.

Then what kind of profound cultivation should the second-generation and first-generation disciples of Xuanmen, as well as the legendary and mysterious master of Xuanmen, Patriarch Hongjun, have?

It is totally unimaginable that a Thousand Dao Masters might be just the beginning, and two thousand Daos, or even like Yunlan Dao Master, the number one person in their Chaos Circle, controlling three thousand avenues, is not impossible.

Looking at the Xuanling Mountain again, Yang Jian’s Taoist temple is only located halfway up the mountain. It is not difficult to see that the second-generation and first-generation disciples are definitely more powerful than Yang Jian.

In the world of cultivation, strength in cultivation is the foundation for survival. Seniority and the like are all meaningless in the face of absolute power.

If one wants to surpass Yang Jian, one must at least have a cultivation level comparable to his. Otherwise, relying solely on the status of a senior master would only lead to boredom and humiliation.

Suddenly, Saint Yuanxu seemed to have thought of something, and his body trembled violently, as if struck by a thunderbolt. On his forehead, a layer of fine beads of sweat instantly covered him. Those beads of sweat sparkled with crystal light under the weak light, as if they were the embodiment of his inner fear.

"Huh... Fortunately, those previous doubts and complaints about Xuanmen's strength were just thoughts in my mind, and I didn't complain out loud, otherwise..." Saint Ancestor Yuanxu felt a violent tremor in his heart, as if his heart was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and he didn't dare to imagine any further.

From now on, I must not waver again and must follow Lord Yang Jian unwaveringly and follow the steps of Xuanmen.

This may very well be their ancient Youren tribe, and it is also the greatest opportunity in his life.

Who knows, one day in the future he might really get a glimpse of the secrets of the Lord of a Hundred Daos and set foot on the realm he has always dreamed of.

Unconsciously, there was a bit more anticipation and enthusiasm in Saint Yuanxu's eyes.

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Transcendence from chaos, eight thousand dao years away.

"Boom..."

Chaos was like a calm lake with a huge rock thrown into it. It suddenly shook slightly, and ripples quickly spread in the chaotic space.

In the midst of this chaotic ripple, a man stepped into the air, as if he was a god walking out from the depths of chaos.

He was wearing an extremely gorgeous dragon robe, the main color of which was deep purple-gold. It was like the brightest nebula in the night sky, mysterious and dazzling, emitting a dazzling light.

On the dragon robe, there are nine lifelike five-clawed golden dragons embroidered with exquisite craftsmanship. They have agile postures and bared fangs and claws, as if they will break through the wall in the next second and soar into the sky, showing their supreme majesty.

The scales of each golden dragon were embroidered in great detail, gleaming with a metallic luster like real dragon scales. With every move of this person, the golden dragon seemed to come alive, as if containing endless majesty and power.

He looks to be about 40 years old, with sharp features and clear contours on his face, revealing a maturity and determination that comes with years of experience.

His thick eyebrows were like black ink, slanting down into his temples, like two black sharp blades, revealing a fierce aura. His eyes were like a deep cold pool, cold and sharp, and he seemed to be able to see through all the secrets wherever his eyes swept across.

His straight nose was as tall as a mountain, showing his pride and indomitable spirit. His lips were tightly closed, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a hint of innate dominance, as if everything in the world was under his control.

Every move he made carried a terrifying aura, causing the chaotic energy around him to roll and surge violently, as if bowing down to him.

Each step he took seemed slow and leisurely, like an ordinary person taking a leisurely stroll in the garden, but his speed was actually terrifyingly fast, even the Jin Ding Ancestor and his men were far behind him.

With every step he took, a year of chaos was crossed. In less than three breaths, he easily crossed hundreds of years of chaos. He was like the master of chaos, maneuvering freely and coming and going at will. The entire chaotic space seemed to make way for his actions.

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Yuhua Daoting, Yuhua Dao Palace.

The Fourth Patriarch Yu Shenyu sat on the Taoist throne that symbolized supreme power. The current Taoist Yu Shenyuan sat on a smaller throne on the left as usual. Below him, the elders and supreme masters of the Yuhua Taoist Court were lined up in an orderly manner. Their expressions varied but all revealed a solemnity, as if a heavy rock was pressing on their hearts.

At this moment, from the ancestor Yu Shenyu to the ordinary elders at the bottom, everyone's face was extremely solemn, as if they were shrouded in a layer of haze, which was like a substance that made it hard to breathe. In their pupils, there was an indescribable fear and uneasiness, and this emotion spread rapidly among the crowd like a plague, corroding everyone's mind.

Some elders and supreme masters were like ants on a hot pan, so anxious that they clenched and unclenched their hands unconsciously, as if they wanted to grab something to ease the fear in their hearts.

Sweat beads kept rolling down their foreheads, like beads that had broken off a string, and their breathing became rapid and heavy, as if every breath took all their strength. The invisible yet extremely terrifying pressure was like a pair of ruthless hands, slowly strangling their throats, almost causing them to collapse.

The news of the previous battle of Taimeng Chaos has been reported back. The three founding ancestors of the Golden Tripod were all Dao Lords with more than 680 Dao levels. Any one of them had the power to kill them in the Yuhua Chaos and fight with them.

Now, they were easily suppressed by Xuanmen. The horror of Xuanmen had far exceeded their imagination. Even in its heyday, with the Great Ancestor in charge, they were not sure they could defeat the mysterious strong man of Xuanmen, let alone now, most of their top combat forces in Yuhua Daoting were suppressed by Xuanmen, and their overall strength was greatly reduced.

The Yuhua Daoting and Xuanmen have long been at war. Once the mysterious strong man from Xuanmen comes to kill them, there is only one result waiting for them, and that is death.

Endless fear, like a thick fog, permeated the entire Yuhua Dao Palace, making people feel as if they were in an endless dark abyss, without a glimmer of hope.

"Old...old ancestor, why don't we run now."

A supreme elder hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to speak.

His voice trembled slightly, with a hint of despair and helplessness, like the cry for help of a drowning person struggling desperately.

Staying in the Mingling Chaos Circle will lead to death. Only by leaving can there be a glimmer of hope for survival.

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of the other elders and supreme ones all fell on the Fourth Patriarch Yu Shenyu, their eyes full of tension and anticipation.

"this......"

The fourth ancestor Yu Shenyue tapped the armrest lightly, his brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape, and a hint of confusion revealed in his eyes.

The Mingling Primal Chaos Circle was so small, and the forces of all parties were intertwined. It was indeed easy for them to leave, but it would be extremely difficult to come back. Moreover, the chaos outside the circle was not as chaotic as inside the circle. Even a Three Hundred Dao Master like him would be in danger of falling if he stepped into it.

"Grandfather, please make a decision as soon as possible. The Xuanmen will never let us go. If we continue to stay in the Mingling Primal Chaos, we will only die."

Yu Shenyuan hesitated for a moment, then stood up, with a serious look on his face. He bowed respectfully towards the Fourth Ancestor Yu Shenluo, his words sincere, his eyes full of anxiety and worry.

"Please give your holy judgment, ancestor."

"Please give your holy judgment, ancestor."

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