Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

"Boom..."

There was a slightly heavy sound of something landing, like a muffled thunder, exploding.

Su Mo's figure appeared like a ghost on a floating island in the Yunlan Dojo.

The purple robe on his body fluttered in the wind, rustling. The power of time and space that lingered around his body, which many Three Thousand Dao Masters found difficult to shake, quickly dissipated into nothingness like the receding tide.

Su Mo raised his head slightly, his deep eyes flashing with a sharp light like a torch, and began to slowly look around.

This floating island seemed like a fairyland, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a dream, as if it was created by the best painter in the world with all the colors in the world.

Each color exudes a soft and mysterious light; they intertwine and blend with each other, as if weaving a colorful dream.

As the light flows, it seems that countless mysterious runes can be seen looming, as if telling the ancient secrets of the birth of the universe.

On the island, exotic flowers and plants are blooming in competition with each other in beauty.

The petals are crystal clear, as if carved from the finest gems, reflecting charming brilliance.

The stamens emanate refreshing fragrance, which seems to have magical power to penetrate the soul. Just a sniff makes people feel as if they are in a supreme wonderland, and a sense of relaxation and joy arises spontaneously.

The fragrance permeated the air and blended with the mysterious runes in the clouds, making the entire island shrouded in a mysterious and peaceful atmosphere.

"It is worthy of being the Taoist temple of Taoist Master Yunlan, it is indeed extraordinary." Su Mo exclaimed softly. His Zhennan Palace and Xuanling Mountain, over the past tens of millions of years, have been regarded as the first-class sacred mountains and blessed places in the eighty-three "big" chaotic circles by relying on the vast amount of natural materials and treasures he had plundered from the Tianchen Divine Court. In the entire Mingling Chaos Circle, there is no place that can compare with them.

It is filled with the rhythm of Taoism and full of vital energy. Even a thousand Taoist masters can benefit greatly from practicing in it.

But compared with the Yunlan Dojo, it is nothing but a dwarf compared to a giant. The difference between the two is more than one level.

Here, the abundant Tao rhyme and vital energy are visible as if they are tangible, as if they are thick liquid, flowing slowly in the air.

For cultivators below the Lord of the Great Dao, practicing here for just one day is equivalent to practicing for thousands of years in the outside world.

Moreover, he had just entered the heart of the Yunlan Dojo and had not yet stepped into the real core area of the dojo.

That is the true center of the Yunlan Taoist Temple, where the Taoist rhyme and vitality are concentrated. It is more than ten times stronger than this floating fairy island. It is simply the holy land for practice that practitioners dream of.

"The power of this dojo's rules is quite interesting."

Suddenly, Su Mo raised his eyebrows and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Although he had long known from the spiritual memories of Patriarch Tianxuan and others that the entire Yunlan Taoist Temple was shrouded in the power of the rules of the Great Dao, the spiritual consciousness of all cultivators would be greatly suppressed here.

Even for those Dao Masters of the Hundred Paths, the range of their spiritual awareness can rarely exceed 100 million divine years. Compared with the dignified Dao Masters of the Hundred Paths, it is no exaggeration to say that they are blind.

However, when he actually stepped into the Yunlan Dojo and personally experienced the suppression of the power of the rules of this dojo, it was still somewhat beyond his expectations.

This power is not weaker than the power of time and space that enveloped him before, and it is even stronger.

Under the influence of the power of the rules of the Great Dao, the consciousness of cultivators below the level of four thousand Dao masters will be suppressed.

Su Mo could clearly feel that his spiritual consciousness seemed to be bound by an invisible film, making it difficult to stretch.

Even with his current level of cultivation, he would have to mobilize a lot of strength to break free from the constraints of the power of rules.

"This Daoist Master Yunlan seems to be an old pervert. His true cultivation is far more terrifying than what he lets on."

Su Mo narrowed his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in them. This was definitely not something that an ordinary 3,500 Dao master could perform.

"That's right. These old immortals who have lived for dozens or even hundreds of Chaos Eras, which one of them is a simple person?"

Su Mo shook his head slightly, with a hint of self-mockery on his face. In this world of gods and demons full of dangers, how many of those old guys don't know how to hide their weaknesses?

Once someone sees through your cards and knows your details, it often means that you are not far from death.

The next second...

Su Mo's soul moved slightly, and a terrifying divine consciousness that would terrify the three thousand Taoist masters suddenly surged out from his deep sea of consciousness like a surging tide. Wherever it passed, the space was faintly rippling, making a slight "buzzing" sound, as if it could not bear the burden.

There seemed to be a faint sound of something breaking. Although the sound was subtle, it hit every corner of the space like a heavy hammer, as if it was a provocation to the rules of the Yunlan Dojo.

In an instant, the entire Yunlan Taoist temple was enveloped by Su Mo's spiritual consciousness. The towering divine palaces, the ethereal floating fairy islands, everything, every detail, was clearly visible.

The numerous formations and divine prohibitions surrounding the many miraculous medicines and natural treasures seemed to be useless in front of Su Mo's spiritual sense and had no effect at all.

Su Mo's spiritual sense easily penetrated them without any reaction, as if their existence was just a decoration.

Almost at the same time, a strange ripple of time and space appeared around those miraculous medicines and natural treasures.

It was like circles of water waves spreading out in the air, each ripple flashing with colorful light, containing the mysterious and powerful force of time and space.

The lights intertwined together to form a gorgeous and mysterious light curtain, as if telling you that these treasures are about to embark on a new journey.

Afterwards, these precious divine medicines and natural treasures disappeared without anyone noticing, as if they had never appeared.

Only the ripples of time and space that have not yet completely dissipated remain, proving what has just happened here.

In just a few breaths, all the great divine medicines and other natural treasures in the heart of the Yunlan Taoist Temple were looted by Su Mo without leaving a single one.

Although he didn't think much of these natural treasures, with the golden finger, the effect of these external forces was minimal and almost negligible, but it was also good to use them to cultivate the people around him.

Besides, there is no reason to return empty-handed after visiting such a treasure land.

It was his kindness that he was able to leave those rare treasures below the level of the great divine medicine to others.

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Nearly half a Dao year away from the floating fairy island where Su Mo was, a slightly smaller floating fairy island was quietly suspended in the void.

The island is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the fairy air rises up like a veil, filling every inch of space, as if covering this fairy island with a layer of dreamy veil.

Blown by the breeze, the mist changes into various wonderful shapes, sometimes like a galloping horse, sometimes like an eagle spreading its wings, adding a bit of agility and mystery to this fairy island.

A majestic young man dressed in animal skins was marching across the island.

It is unknown what kind of chaotic beast this skin was taken from. The surface has an ancient and mysterious luster, and there seem to be strands of chaotic power flowing between the textures, as if it is telling an ancient legend.

His figure is tall and strong, like a towering sacred mountain. Every step he takes carries a sense of steady and heavy power, causing the fairy island beneath his feet to tremble slightly.

His face is rugged, with clear features as if carved by a knife or an axe, revealing a kind of perseverance that comes from going through many vicissitudes of life.

The aura around him is no less than that of the two elders Yin and Yang in Yuhua Daoting.

To be able to cultivate to this level in just one chaotic era is undoubtedly the most top-notch genius in this chaotic area.

As long as he does not encounter any accidents and perish on the path of cultivation, it is almost certain that he will break through to the realm of a Thousand Dao Masters in the future.

However, his movements at this moment seemed quite slow. Not to mention compared with the Hundred Dao Masters of the same level of cultivation, he was even inferior to some Ten Dao Masters.

The Yunlan Dojo not only severely restricts the spiritual consciousness of the cultivators, greatly reducing their perception range, like blindfolded hunters, but even the spatial barriers are much stronger than the outside world, like invisible barriers that restrict their movements.

Here, their speed is far less than one level of their peak speed.

"This...what is going on? Didn't Master say that there were many great medicines in the Yunlan Dojo? Why has it been so long and I haven't found a single one?"

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