Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Jiuling Continent, Zhennan Palace.

A floating fairy island shrouded in clouds and mist is suspended in the air like a fairyland on earth.

Around the fairy island, clouds and mist dance like veils, like a dream.

Sometimes they gather together lightly like a group of playful fairies, with flowing skirts and various shapes, some are as fluffy as cotton wool, and some are as transparent as thin wings; sometimes they slowly disperse like flowing clouds in the sky, leisurely and contented, covering this fairy island with a layer of dreamy veil that seems to be there and not there, making it even more mysterious and charming.

The sunlight is like golden threads, skillfully penetrating the gaps in the clouds and mist, and falling on the island, making the exotic flowers and plants on the island shine brightly. Every petal and leaf seems to be inlaid with a layer of gold, shining with the aura of life, emitting bursts of rich aroma, interweaving into an intoxicating fragrant melody.

In the center of the fairy island, an exquisite stone pavilion sits quietly like a bright pearl.

Made of top-grade chaos stone, it has a warm and delicate texture and emits a soft chaos light.

Inside the pavilion, Su Mo, dressed in purple, sat leisurely on a stone bench.

The purple clothes on his body were like the purple clouds in the sky, swaying gently in the breeze, adding a touch of extraordinary temperament to him.

Opposite Su Mo sat a young woman in a white silk dress. She had an unparalleled beauty that was breathtaking, as if she was a work of art carved by God with all his efforts.

Her skin, as white as snow, is as delicate as the finest mutton-fat jade. It glows softly under the caress of the sun, as if it can reflect the purest light in the world.

His eyes were like a deep, dark blue pool, bottomless. As his eyes moved, countless stars seemed to twinkle, hiding an endless coldness and mystery that made people feel awe and dare not look directly at him.

Her nose was straight and slender, like the ridge of a mountain, outlining the perfect contour of her face.

Those lips, painted red without any makeup, are like a blooming rose, revealing a sense of coldness and arrogance that keeps people at a distance, but at the same time inadvertently revealing a different kind of charm, just like a red plum blossom blooming alone in the cold winter, cold and charming.

Her long black hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, soft and shiny, and every strand seemed to speak of her nobility and elegance.

Her hair was adorned with a few crystal clear jade hairpins, which complemented her cool temperament and added a bit of otherworldly charm, making her look like a fairy from heaven who was not concerned with the mundane world.

Liu Hanyan is the saint of the previous generation at the Fanyin Holy Land, one of the thirteen holy lands of the human race.

In this chaotic area, in addition to the overlord Haoyu Tianting with two thousand Dao masters, the human race also has thirteen top forces with thousands of Dao masters. They are known as the Thirteen Holy Lands of the human race and play a pivotal position among the hundreds of millions of human forces.

Over the past 180 million years, the reputation of the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion has spread far and wide. Many masters of the great Dao have entered the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion one after another and become maids in the palace. Among them, there are four masters of the Three Hundred Daos alone, and Liu Hanyan is one of them.

He is the strongest among them, having successfully comprehended three hundred and ninety-nine complete avenues and is only one step away from becoming the master of four hundred avenues.

Nowadays, Su Mo doesn't even need to take action. These royal palace forces alone can easily crush the forces of three hundred Taoist masters like Yuhua Daoting.

At this moment, there was a chessboard on the stone table between the two of them.

At first glance, there is nothing special about it. It is only one meter square and made of plain material.

However, when one's eyes were focused on it, one seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and the whole person seemed to be trapped in a vast and boundless universe and starry sky.

The black and white pieces on the chessboard are like independent star worlds, emitting unique star light, interweaving and colliding to form a dreamlike and magnificent scroll.

Faintly, there seemed to be countless powerful figures galloping among the stars, colliding and fighting frantically, as if they had crossed the boundaries of time and space and were engaged in a thrilling cosmic battle.

The shouts and sounds of weapons clashing seemed to transcend the limitations of time and space, faintly entering the ears, full of power and shock.

Brilliant rays of light flicker among the stars, like fireworks in the universe, illuminating this mysterious chessboard world, making people feel as if they are there, feeling the shock and cruelty of the fierce battle.

Liu Hanyan was holding a white piece. Her slender fingers were as white as jade onions, which set off the white piece in her hand and complemented each other.

At this time, fine beads of sweat continued to seep out of her forehead, like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the early morning, sparkling with crystal light under the sunlight.

Her beautiful brows were tightly furrowed, like the ravines between the mountains, and she was reluctant to make any move.

Su Mo did not urge him, but calmly picked up the warm white jade teacup beside him and gently opened the lid. Suddenly, a rich and mellow tea fragrance came to his nose and filled the stone pavilion.

He lowered his head slightly and took a sip of the magic tea. The mellow taste spread on the tip of his tongue and slowly flowed down his throat, making him feel refreshed.

Suddenly, Su Mo frowned, as if he had noticed something. He raised his head slightly, and a flash of divine light appeared in his eyes, like two sharp blades piercing through the chaotic void, breaking through layers of obstacles and looking straight into the depths of chaos.

Liu Hanyan was also attracted by Su Mo's sudden action. She subconsciously put down the chess piece in her hand and looked in the direction Su Mo's gaze.

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The Xuanyue Chaos Circle is nearly 100 billion years away from the Mingling Chaos Circle and is one of the chaos circles farthest from the Mingling Chaos Circle.

The strength and foundation are similar to those of the Xilin Chaos Circle. Both are within the eighty-three great chaos circles, hovering around the seventyth place.

The Lingmu Chaos is a small chaos in the Xuanyue Chaos Circle that was born less than three Chaos Eras ago. It is controlled by the Wood Spirit Clan. The entire chaos is filled with a strong Wood Spirit aura, with towering spiritual trees, lush greenery, and vitality.

However, 30 million years ago, the situation suddenly changed. A human force rushed into the Lingmu Chaos, defeated the Wood Spirit Clan with the force of thunder, and took their place as the new controllers of the Lingmu Chaos.

Legend has it that this human race has an extraordinary background and is closely connected with the prestigious Xuanmen.

Even those overlord forces with hundreds of Taoist masters in charge are wary of the human race and dare not provoke them at will.

In the Wood Spirit Chaos, within the chaotic void, an ancient temple stands proudly, like an immortal monument, suppressing the chaotic energy from all directions.

The shrine as a whole exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if it has gone through the baptism of countless years. Every stone and every line carries the memory of history.

Above the gate of the shrine, there is a golden plaque with four ancient sacred characters "Yuanxu Taoist Palace" shining brightly, as if telling of the former splendor and glory of this Taoist palace.

Inside the shrine, it was quiet and peaceful. A faint Taoist rhythm flowed in the air, filling the air with a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

It seems like this is the place where all great ways converge, and every inch of space is filled with the power of the great ways.

At this time, there was a person sitting cross-legged on a cushion. He was a middle-aged man in a gray Taoist robe, about forty years old, with a firm and majestic face, like a steady mountain, giving people a sense of unshakable power.

His eyes are as deep as the starry sky, as if they can contain endless wisdom and mysteries, which makes people feel awe at the sight of them.

His black hair was casually tied behind his head, which not only did not look messy at all, but instead added a bit of free and unrestrained temperament, as if everything in the world was under his control.

Twenty-one phantoms of the avenues, like nimble dragons, lingered around him, emitting mysterious and powerful fluctuations of power.

This person was none other than Yuanxu Saint Ancestor, the leader of the six saint ancestors of the ancient Youren clan who had surrendered to Yang Jian long ago.

Suddenly, the originally calm brows of Saint Yuanxu moved slightly, and his eyes became sharp, as sharp as an eagle, as if he had received some important instructions.

His expression changed, and he stood up without hesitation, walking quickly out of the palace with steady and powerful steps.

at this time......

With a "puff", the originally calm chaotic void seemed to be unable to bear the weight and shattered like glass, making a crisp and harsh sound.

Cracks quickly spread out from the broken place, and in the blink of an eye, a space-time wormhole with a diameter of one million feet was formed.

The next second...

A Chaos Divine Ship, about ten thousand feet long and emitting an ancient and immortal aura, slowly emerged from the space wormhole. A faint halo lingered around it, like the light of stars, mysterious and dazzling.

"Junior Yuanxu, respectfully welcomes the Immortal..."