Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Time is like a turbulent river, flowing rapidly in an unstoppable manner. In the blink of an eye, thousands of years have passed by like a white horse passing by.

The Mingling Chaos Circle seemed to be tightly shrouded by an invisible haze, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense and suffocating, as if every molecule in the air was filled with invisible smoke of war, making people smell a hint of the bloody smell of the coming war.

The numerous local avenue forces were like frightened birds, in a state of panic all day long. They gathered up their resources and fled with their disciples from this place that was about to become a battlefield.

The Taimon Chaos, which had just emerged and was showing signs of becoming the new center of the eighty-three "big" chaos circles, was not immune to this turmoil.

The once prosperous and bustling scene no longer exists, and now it is in a state of decline.

Those foreign masters of the avenue fled almost completely, like the receding tide, leaving only a cold and lonely atmosphere in this chaos, as if there had never been prosperity here.

Inside the Zhennan Palace, the maids who used to laugh and chat happily are now walking in a hurry with anxious looks on their faces.

There was a hint of inconsolable melancholy between each of their brows.

When the nest is overturned, all the eggs will be broken. As the maids of Su Mo, the only true disciple of Xuanmen outside the sect, if Xuanmen is defeated in this battle, these maids will surely suffer cruel liquidation from the Sword Spirit Clan and will never have a good ending.

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Outside of the Taimeng Chaos, thirty thousand Dao years away, there is a small world that was newly developed less than ten thousand years ago.

It is like a newly born pearl, exuding a tender and mysterious aura.

In the center of the small world, a twenty-fourth-grade black lotus was quietly suspended in the air. It was as black as ink, with a cold dark light flowing on its surface, as if silently telling the purest dark avenue in the chaos.

A man sat cross-legged on the black lotus, wearing a black robe, like the controller of darkness.

The aura emanating from his body was extremely cold, as if he was the incarnation of death; even a slight escape of his aura could destroy the universe and cause all living things to wither.

Suddenly, the man in black robe seemed to sense something, and his tightly closed eyes slowly opened. A trace of anticipation and excitement flashed in his eyes, like two balls of ghostly fire dancing in the darkness, and he muttered to himself, "Here it comes."

The voice was low and hoarse, as if it was a whisper coming from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, carrying with it an endless sense of eeriness and chill, making one's hair stand on end.

Almost at the same time, in the million-year void surrounding the Taimeng Chaos, many ancient beings hidden in the dark showed excitement on their faces.

Each of them has a powerful aura, like the deep and boundless ocean. They are all at least at the level of a hundred Dao masters. The auras of many of them are no less powerful than that of the renowned Tianxuan Patriarch, and some are even better.

For Dao Lords below the rank of one hundred, the battle between two thousand Dao Lords was a disaster, a catastrophic event; just a little bit of the residual power could cost them their lives.

But for Dao Masters above the Hundred Dao level, this is a rare event that only comes once in several Chaos Eras. Many Dao Masters above the Hundred Dao level may not be able to see it once in their entire lives.

If they could comprehend one or two things from it, it would be enough to save them dozens or hundreds of eons of hard practice.

In order to witness this unprecedented battle, a large number of old monsters who had been hiding from the world broke out one after another, crossing the void of tens of billions of years and heading towards the Mingling Chaos Circle.

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After a cup of tea, Taimeng was in chaos, ten thousand dao years away.

The originally calm chaotic energy suddenly became like a boiling oil pan, boiling violently and forming a huge vortex, as if it was going to draw everything around it into it.

"Boom..."

With a loud bang, a large area of space shattered and exploded like glass being hit hard, making a deafening roar.

In the blink of an eye, a void portal that was not much smaller than the Timon Chaos was formed. It was like a huge black hole, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

The light inside flickered, sometimes as dark as ink, sometimes brightly shining, mysterious and strange, as if connected to an unknown horror dimension.

Terrorizing auras emanated from it like wisps of black smoke, obliterating the chaotic aura raging in all directions. A void was created around the void portal. There was no time, no space, it was like a dead corner in the universe. Any existence that entered it would be annihilated instantly.

The next second...

“Boom…Boom…”

The chaotic void continued to tremble, and one after another, majestic beings that were much larger than the chaotic world crossed the void portal.

The terrifying aura was so terrifying that even Taoist masters like Taoist Master Yaoguang could not help but tremble with fear, as if the entire chaotic void was going to be crushed into dust.

Their eyes were full of arrogance and confidence, as if the entire chaos circle was under their control.

In an instant, the surrounding chaotic areas of tens of thousands of Dao years, except for the Taimon Chaos and the surrounding void of a hundred Dao years, all fell into crazy riots and collapse.

The chaotic worlds trembled and wailed under this power, and the great roads broke and collapsed like fragile silk threads.

Countless creatures didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were completely wiped out by this devastating force, leaving only a dead silence and nothingness, as if there had never been any trace of life here.

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Taimeng Chaos, Jiuling Continent, Zhennan Palace.

Su Mo was holding a copy of "Journey Through Chaos" and sitting leisurely on a stone chair in the courtyard. The sunlight shone on him, outlining his tall figure.

Suddenly, Su Mo's mouth corners slightly raised, a playful smile spread across his face like ripples, and he said softly: "This Sword Spirit Clan really thinks highly of my Xuanmen."

In order to deal with Xuanmen this time, the Sword Spirit Clan came out in full force and risked everything. Not only did they mobilize most of the Thousand Dao Masters in their clan, they also mobilized all the connections they could.

There were three Two Thousand Dao Lords alone, plus their Two Thousand Dao Lords’ combat power incarnations, there were a total of eight Two Thousand Dao Lords.

As for the Thousand Dao Masters and their incarnations, their number is more than ten times more, a total of three hundred and sixty-eight.

The strongest among them, Lingxiao Sword Ancestor, is a master of 2,500 Daos and has successfully controlled 2,503 complete avenues.

This lineup has a good chance of winning even against the number one ranked Wild Sky Protoss.

"Unfortunately, you know nothing about the power of my Xuanmen."

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Taimeng Chaos, ten thousand years away.

The ancestor of the Sword Spirit Clan, Lingxiao Sword Ancestor, was dressed in white and had white hair. He looked like a banished immortal. Sword energy lingered around him, like a peerless divine sword unsheathed, emitting a sharp and arrogant aura.

With a movement of his body, Lingxiao Sword Ancestor took a step forward, as if stepping on the strings of a harp in the void, playing the music of destruction.

He opened his lips slightly and was about to speak when a cold voice like rolling thunder floated out from the chaos of Taimeng and swept through the surrounding void of millions of years.

"Whoever offends my Xuanmen will die!"

"Time and space prison, suppress!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a vast river of time and space appeared out of nowhere like a giant dragon, running through the chaos.

It exudes a mysterious and ancient light, interwoven with golden and silver threads, as if carrying the endless mysteries of time and space.

The long river roared and rushed, and in an instant, it blocked the void around Lingxiao Sword Ancestor for thousands of years, and countless chains of time and space poured out from the long river.

Like a nimble and deadly snake, it quickly intertwined into a huge and tight net, covering Lingxiao Sword Ancestor and others.

Wherever it goes, space is distorted and time seems to stand still. Any force that tries to break free appears small and powerless under the constraints of this net.

"Oh no, this power..."

Lingxiao Sword Ancestor and the other three masters of the Two Thousand Daos suddenly changed their expressions, and an extremely ominous premonition completely submerged them like a cold tide, their eyes were full of fear and disbelief, and their originally arrogant expressions disappeared without a trace.

Under this unparalleled force of time and space, the two thousand Dao masters who were usually high and mighty were now like humble ants. The two were completely not on the same level of power, which even made them feel as if they were facing Dao Master Yunlan directly.

"Three... Three thousand Dao masters. In Xuanmen, there are three thousand Dao masters..."

"Old Lingxiao, you beast, you've made me wait so long."

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At this moment, the other two masters of the two thousand sects regretted their actions so much that their intestines turned green. Knowing that Xuanmen had unfathomable depths, why did they listen to old man Lingxiao's instigation and come to provoke Xuanmen?

"No, senior, stop it. We were all deceived by old Lingxiao and did not intend to offend Xuanmen. Senior, please forgive me this time."

“No… I am unwilling to accept this… Old Lingxiao, I curse you to die a miserable death and to fall into the endless hell forever, unable to escape from it for the rest of your lives. Your Sword Spirit Clan will also be doomed because of you. You will be cursed for generations, your bloodline will be cut off, you will wander and struggle in the endless darkness, endure eternal pain and torture, and never be able to be reborn!”

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