Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Tianchen Divine Court, Three Ancestors Palace.

The heavy atmosphere was like an invisible sacred mountain that had stood since ancient times, pressing heavily on every inch of space, making people feel stuffy in the chest, breathing difficult, and almost unable to breathe.

The light in the hall seemed to be eroded by the depressing atmosphere, becoming dim and obscure, as if shrouded by a thick haze. Only the occasional flickering runes on the wall emitted a faint and strange light, swaying in this dead space, like a ghost fire, adding a bit of eerie and terrifying atmosphere to the whole environment.

Tianxuan Patriarch sat alone on the supreme throne, his former calmness and indifference had long since disappeared without a trace. At this moment, his eyes were almost bursting from their sockets, and his eyeballs were covered with dense spider-web-like bloodshot, as if two boundless seas of blood were surging wildly, brewing a tyrannical murderous intent that could destroy everything, as if everything in the world would be turned into dust in an instant wherever his eyes reached.

His face was distorted beyond human form due to extreme pain and anger. His facial features were almost squeezed into a ball. He looked so hideous, like an evil ghost crawling out from the deepest part of hell. Every subtle expression exuded a creepy and terrifying aura.

His hands were clenched tightly together like iron pliers, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, as if to penetrate his palms. The golden avenue of divine blood slowly dripped down through his fingers, and every drop of divine blood that fell was like hot magma dripping onto the ground, spreading rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it evolved into golden seas of blood.

Countless great road runes were looming in the sea of blood, and the runes were flashing with mysterious and strange light, as if whispering the endless unwillingness and anger in the heart of Tianxuan Patriarch, and as if venting the resistance to this unfair fate.

His divine body of the Great Dao was shaking continuously, like a lone boat encountering a force twelve gale, trembling violently in the turbulent waves. It was also like a super volcano that was about to erupt. Under the seemingly calm appearance, endless rage was madly accumulating inside.

He could break free of his restraints at any time, burning and destroying everything in front of him.

More than five thousand years have passed, and the news that Patriarch Chongguang and Patriarch Chenguang had been suppressed finally reached the Tianchen Divine Court and the ears of Patriarch Tianxuan like a desperate nightmare.

The hatred in his heart was like a flood that broke through the dam, almost destroying all his rational defenses.

He wished he could immediately transform into an angry beast, rush to Xuanmen, and rescue his two fellow apprentices.

The three of them, brothers, have known each other for more than a hundred Chaos Eras, supporting each other and growing together.

In the heart of Patriarch Tianxuan, the friendship between them has long surpassed the scope of brothers.

What's more, his two junior brothers were the strongest in their Tianchen Divine Court except for him. They were the well-deserved white jade pillars supporting the sky and purple gold beams spanning the sea in the entire Divine Court.

Now, being ruthlessly suppressed by Xuanmen, this is undoubtedly a devastating blow to the Tianchen Divine Court, and it completely shakes the foundation of their Tianchen Divine Court.

Suddenly, Patriarch Tianxuan seemed to have thought of something again. His gaze turned, as if he had seen through billions of years of chaos and saw the Tianming Palace standing in the center of the endless divine flames.

In an instant, the murderous intent in Patriarch Tianxuan's eyes was like a flooding river, surging and stirring up ripples in the void.

His chest heaved violently, as if there was a furious beast struggling to get out, ready to break through the cage and devour its victim at any moment.

"And you, old thief of destiny."

Patriarch Tianxuan's voice was like thunder, and he stomped on the throne suddenly. The throne made of the rare treasure of chaos suddenly collapsed and turned into countless fragments that flew out.

If this old thief Tianming had not sworn that the strongest person in Xuanmen was only 1,300 Dao masters, how could he have easily made the decision to send his two junior brothers to take action.

All these tragedies, tracing back to the source, were the fault of this old thief Tianming. It was because of his misleading that his two fellow apprentices were imprisoned, their lives uncertain.

At this moment, Patriarch Tianxuan's hatred for Xuanmen seemed to have found a more concentrated outlet, and it was all transferred to Taoist Master Tianming.

“Ah!” Patriarch Tianxuan raised his head and roared, which was filled with endless anger and grief. “Old thief Tianming, I swear here that I will kill you and destroy your Tianming Palace to make you repent for your sins!”

After saying that, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood, which turned into a blood mist in the void, like an ominous dark cloud, just like the most fierce and resolute curse he had issued against the Taoist Master of Tianming.

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Tianming Palace, the Palace of Destiny.

This mysterious and solemn palace seems to be beyond time and space, and is surrounded by an awe-inspiring mysterious atmosphere.

It is like the accumulation of years, or the rhythm of the origin of chaos. Every trace of it reveals endless mysteries. The moment one approaches it, one feels awe and dares not even think of profaning it.

Inside the hall, the breath of fate was like wisps of green smoke, lingering around, weaving a hazy, dreamlike scene.

Sometimes it condenses, like a beautiful painting slowly unfolding in the air, outlining the magnificent patterns of mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars; sometimes it disperses, like a group of free elves dancing in the air, interpreting the agility and wonder of life.

The Taoist master Tianming, dressed in a purple robe, sat on a purple cushion with his natal treasure, the Heavenly Plate of Destiny, on his head.

Brilliant rays of light of destiny hung down from the sky plate of destiny, like pieces of colorful silk, lingering around the Lord of Destiny. As the divine light flickered, it seemed to be interpreting the intricate and ever-changing destiny of all things in the world, sometimes as clear as the lines on the palm of your hand, and sometimes as blurry as a phantom in the fog.

Tiny rivers of fate, like swimming dragons, proudly swim in every corner of the hall.

Countless illusory human figures can be vaguely seen floating up and down in it, which is a microcosm of the fate of all living beings in the world.

The Taoist Master of Heavenly Fate had his eyes tightly closed, his face as calm as water, as if he had merged into the entire Hall of Fate.

His hands were forming strange seals, and every movement of his fingers was precise and subtle, as if he was having a silent conversation with the most mysterious power in the Chaos Sea.

At this moment, he is like a supreme weaver of destiny, dominating the fate of countless lives.

Suddenly, the Taoist Master Tianming seemed to have noticed something. His originally calm face moved slightly, and his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. Two sharp gazes shot out as if they were real, looking towards the direction of the Tianchen Divine Court.

In an instant, a powerful force of destiny gathered in his eyes. That power was like a turbulent chaotic undercurrent, surging and surging in his eyes. Soon, a blurry picture quickly emerged in his eyes.

"How can this be?"

The Taoist Master Tianming widened his eyes, and his originally deep eyes suddenly widened into a round shape, full of disbelief, as if he had seen a scene that overturned his cognition.

His usually calm face was now slightly distorted by shock, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

When he was deducing for Master Chen Guang before, he had used his deductive ability to the fullest extent without holding back at all.

In his deduction, the strength of the strongest person in Xuanmen was clearly shown to be 1,300 Dao Lords. How could a Dao Lord with 2,000 Dao Lords suddenly appear?

"No... I don't believe it. There must be some secret. My divine prediction of destiny cannot be wrong."

The Taoist Master of Destiny had a mad look on his face and let out a hysterical roar. The thing he was most proud of in his life was his art of fortune-telling. That was the foundation of his foothold in chaos and control of his destiny. It was impossible and would never be possible for him to make such a big mistake.

As he roared, his hands danced like phantoms and he muttered something. The sound seemed to come from the depths of the endless void, carrying a mysterious and ancient rhythm, traveling through countless time and space, carrying the mystery of time and fate.

"Disk of Destiny, listen to my call! In my name, I will open the source of destiny and reveal the truth of fate!"

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