Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

In the side hall of the Zhennan Palace, Su Mo stood in the center of the hall, his posture as straight as a pine tree. His eyes suddenly focused, and his expression gradually became more solemn. He had originally thought that the Sword Spirit Clan's Jade Sky Sword Master, who had won the Immortal Order three Chaos Epochs ago, would use the Immortal Order for himself, but he did not expect that he would actually hand it over to the Sword Spirit Clan's Linghuang Sword Ancestor to help him join the Shenxiao Immortal Court.

This Linghuang Sword Ancestor is not comparable to the Yuxiao Sword Master. He is the strongest person in the sword spirit clan, second only to the ancestor Lingxiao Sword Ancestor.

His cultivation and supernatural powers are unfathomable, even better than those of the Xinglan Sword Master.

There are even rumors that he has successfully broken through the shackles and advanced to the realm of two thousand Dao masters.

Three chaotic eras have passed, and he is now a seventh-rank immortal official in the Shenxiao Immortal Court. It is very likely that he has made the acquaintance of some sixth-rank, or even fifth-rank and fourth-rank immortal officials.

If Xuanmen takes action to suppress the Sword Spirit Clan in the future, then they, Xuanmen, are likely to have a head-on confrontation with the fifth- and fourth-grade immortal officials of the Shenxiao Immortal Court.

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"That's all. It's nothing more than fighting back when the enemy comes, and covering up when the water comes!"

After a moment's silence, Su Mo snorted coldly. He was a hanger-on and was not someone to be trifled with. If that day really came, he probably wouldn't still be a master of three thousand ways.

The Shenxiao Immortal Palace is like the most dazzling pearl in the chaotic sea, high above and out of reach.

The richest central area of the Chaos Sea is separated from their chaotic area by who knows how many billions of years.

If it weren't for the coincidence that Daoist Yunlan got the chance to become an immortal and joined the Shenxiao Immortal Court ten chaotic epochs ago, I'm afraid no one in this chaotic area would have known about the existence of the Shenxiao Immortal Court until now.

It is not easy to pass the news to the Shenxiao Immortal Court.

The time is often measured in billions of years, and this is taking into account the fact that the Taoist Master Yunlan said that the immortal envoy would come to their chaos in billions of years to guide him to ascend to heaven. Otherwise, the time would have to increase tenfold or a hundredfold.

For the other three thousand Dao masters, this amount of time may not mean anything. Even if the time is multiplied by a thousand or ten thousand times, their cultivation will not change much. Being able to comprehend one more avenue is already extremely lucky.

But for Su Mo, hundreds of millions of years were enough for him to achieve a major breakthrough in his cultivation.

It has been less than 60 million years since he traveled through time.

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Time passed quietly, and in a blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

Su Mo took a general look at the spiritual memories of the three great sword masters, including the Qingxiao Sword Master.

It has to be said that the Sword Spirit Clan is one of the top five dominant forces in the eighty-three "great" chaos circles. Its power is far stronger than that of the Tianchen Divine Court. Its strongest member, Patriarch Tianxuan, would only be ranked fifth in the Sword Spirit Clan.

Moreover, this is only what Qingxiao Sword Master and his men know. The Sword Spirit Clan may have other hidden powers.

After all, Qingxiao Sword Master and his companions are just juniors in the Sword Spirit Clan. There is still a big gap between them and the real core circle of the Sword Spirit Clan. The real foundation of the Sword Spirit Clan is not something they can understand.

And during the time when Su Mo was searching souls, the news that Xuanmen had wiped out the soul imprints of the two sword masters of the Sword Spirit Clan, Xinglan and Xuanshuang, suppressed the two divine swords, Xinglan and Xuanshuang, as well as the three great sword masters, Qingxiao, Qiongtian and Jianchen, spread throughout the entire ethereal chaotic circle at lightning speed, like a blockbuster bomb.

Afterwards, the news spread rapidly to other chaotic circles like a surging tide, causing uproar wherever it went.

All the forces in the chaos circle were shaken, some were shocked, some were worried, and some were secretly calculating their own interests.

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Time flies like an arrow. A thousand years of time passes by like a flash.

At this moment, the entire eighty-three "big" chaos circles seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of terrifying gloom, and an oppressive atmosphere permeated every inch of space, just like the dead silence before the storm. The tense atmosphere of impending storm became increasingly intense.

Especially in the Mingling Chaos Circle, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger, and the entire Chaos Circle is filled with a tense atmosphere where everyone is on the alert and sees enemies everywhere.

A large number of Great Dao Lords looked panicked and anxious, and they brought their disciples and blood relatives and fled away from the Mingling Chaos Circle like frightened birds.

The next battle between Xuanmen and the Jianling Clan will not only involve a peak showdown between two thousand Dao Lords, but it is very likely that there will be more than two.

This muddy water is not something that any force can easily get involved in. For ordinary avenue masters, even if they just watch the battle from the sidelines, it is very likely that they will be in a life-and-death situation.

Compared with the two thousand Dao Masters, the Dao Masters below the hundred Daos are not much different from those supreme overlords. Just the lingering scent of their dissipated aura can easily shatter their Dao bodies and wipe out their Dao souls.

Even the myriad chaos within the Mingling Chaos Circle will be reduced to ruins if things go wrong.

Two thousand Dao masters, if they fight with all their strength, are already qualified to destroy a chaos circle.

In the past, this chaotic area had not only eighty-three "big" chaos circles, but eighty-six. Three of these chaos circles were destroyed in the battle between two thousand Dao masters, and were completely reduced to a dead and silent void.

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Jiuling Continent, Zhennan Palace, Shenwu Palace.

It stands solemnly like an immortal monument, witnessing the passage of time and the rise and fall of power.

Su Mo was dressed in a purple-gold robe, sitting quietly on the throne that symbolized supreme authority.

All around him, the road of destiny was like a deep and mysterious fog, swirling around him.

It is not a physical entity, but it has a presence that cannot be ignored. Wisps of the power of destiny are intertwined and entangled, flashing a strange and brilliant light, sometimes twinkling like stars, sometimes changing like flowing clouds, as if outlining the trajectory of the destiny of all things in the world.

The next second...

Su Mo tilted his head slightly and looked straight in the direction of the Ten Thousand Swords Chaos Circle. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if they could penetrate layers of chaotic fog and see through all the secrets.

In his eyes, the light of destiny was like a blazing sun, bursting with dazzling brilliance.

It is not simply bright, but contains endless mystery and depth, as if it can reflect all the destiny of the past, present and future.

Soon, Su Mo's consciousness seemed to break free from the constraints of time and space, and stepped into a chaotic and mysterious realm of destiny.

It is like being in a vast ocean of destiny, surrounded by countless gleaming threads of destiny, each of which represents the destiny of a life, a force or a period of history.

They crisscross and weave into a huge and complex web of fate.

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After tea time.

A mysterious and magnificent temple gradually emerged in his perception.

Suspended in the void, it exudes an ancient and sacred aura, as if it is an immortal lighthouse in the long river of fate.

The palace gate is tall and majestic, with countless mysterious patterns carved on it. It is formed by the power of countless great ways, telling the extraordinary nature of the palace.

Inside, twenty-eight thrones are suspended.

The shapes are various, some are like divine birds spreading their wings and flying, and some are like giant dragons squatting and sleeping. They are all made of top-grade Chaos Divine Stone, shining with a soft and mysterious light, as if containing endless power.

On each throne, there sits a majestic being.

Even though they were just phantoms, the majestic aura they emanated from their bodies seemed to be able to tear the void apart, causing the souls of the hundreds of Dao masters to tremble under this pressure.

"What a great Sword Spirit Clan! I shouldn't have had any hope that they would survive." Su Mo's mouth moved slightly, and a bitter smile passed across his face like a wisp of smoke.

How could they easily admit defeat and compromise if a dominant force like the Sword Spirit Clan did not show them its terrifying strength that would make them despair?

In this world of gods and demons where the strong prey on the weak, only absolute power can strike fear into the hearts of opponents.

Suddenly, Su Mo seemed to have thought of something. The faint bitter smile disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a sinister smile. In his eyes, there was a hint of ruthlessness and expectation. "I am not in a hurry to send them off for now. I want to see how many forces dare to wade into this muddy water and become enemies with my Xuanmen."

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