Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Taichu Holy Land, Taichu Temple.

Standing at the core of the holy land, it is like an ancient, mysterious and immortal giant, emitting a solemn and awe-inspiring aura, making everyone who sets foot here feel awe.

The whole structure is built of a strange white boulder with mysterious runes flowing on its surface. When the runes flash, countless stars seem to appear, as if containing the power of the oldest laws in the universe.

The roof of the hall is dome-shaped, like a vast starry sky, with stars shining brightly. Occasionally, meteors pass by, leaving behind brilliant trails, as if telling the glorious history of the Taichu Holy Land.

Around the temple stood twelve huge stone pillars, each of which was carved with a lifelike ancient mythical beast. They had different shapes, some were roaring to the sky, some were spreading their wings as if they would break through the wall at any time.

Between the stone pillars, there are huge curtains hanging, painted with magnificent scenes of the powerful men of the Taichu Holy Land throughout the generations conquering the world and subduing demons, showing the supreme majesty and glory of the holy land.

The current Holy Lord of the Taichu Holy Land, Mo Jue Zun, sat at the head of the table. He looked to be in his forties, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and lips with firm yet soft lines.

His snow-white hair did not make him look older, but instead highlighted his otherworldly temperament.

He was dressed in a golden robe embroidered with intricate golden patterns, looking like a giant golden dragon tumbling in the sea of clouds, demonstrating his supreme status.

The aura around him was mysterious, as if he had merged into the Primordial Temple. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if they could absorb all the light in the universe.

Below the Holy Lord Mo Juezun are the elders in charge of the Taichu Holy Land.

Some of them are gray-haired and wrinkled, but they are energetic, and their eyes reveal the wisdom and perseverance accumulated over the years; some of them are in their prime, with stern faces, and they exude a powerful aura that makes people dare not underestimate them.

At this moment, they all looked solemn, as if a heavy burden was pressing on their hearts.

Many of the elders in charge showed murderous intent, and the cold light was as real as if it would transform into a peerless divine weapon in the next second and stab the unknown enemy.

The atmosphere in the entire Taichu Temple was so oppressive that it made people breathless, just like the calm before the storm.

A moment later, Ji Qiubai, the Grand Elder of the Taichu Holy Land, who sat first on the left, slowly stood up. His hair was white, and his face was wrinkled like the furrows on an old tree, yet this didn't obscure the sharp light in his eyes. His gray robe fluttered slightly with his movements, and a faint, ancient yet powerful aura emanated from him.

Ji Qiubai's eyes were like lightning, quickly sweeping through the crowd. Finally, his gaze landed on the Grand Chu Saint Lord Mo Juezun. He spoke in a low but firm voice, "Saint Lord, since our Grand Chu Holy Land was founded, we have gone through tens of thousands of Chaos Eras before finally unifying the Grand Chu Spiritual Ruins. Now, an elder of our Grand Chu Holy Land has been murdered in broad daylight. If we don't avenge this, what will become of the dignity of our Grand Chu Holy Land? How can we control the hundreds of millions of tribes in the Grand Chu Spiritual Ruins in the future?"

"What the Great Elder said is absolutely right!"

Behind him, the black-robed Third Elder Zhen Jianqiu suddenly stood up and echoed loudly, his voice echoing in the temple, filled with anger and determination, "Dare to attack the elders of my Taichu Holy Land? No matter who the murderer is or where he hides, I will find him even if I have to dig three feet underground, and make him pay a heavy price!"

"That's right! How can we face the ancestors of the Holy Land if we don't avenge this?" The white-haired Seventh Elder Dongfang Chen also stood up and echoed indignantly, "Elder Daoxuan's death must not be in vain. That demon must pay with blood. The reputation of our Taichu Holy Land will not be trampled upon by anyone."

"And those disciples, their deaths cannot be in vain either."

Zhang Daoxuan is not the only one from the Zhang family who is in the Taichu Holy Land. There are millions of clansmen who have joined the holy land. Among them, three are the true disciples of the holy land. They are the seeds of the Thousand Dao Kings. In the end, they all perished under the blood killing curse.

"Yes, what the Eighth Elder said is absolutely right. Elder Daoxuan and his clansmen must not die in vain in such an unclear manner."

"Revenge! Revenge!"

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The other elders in charge also stood up, and shouted in unison in anger.

The voice echoed in the Taichu Temple like rolling thunder, carrying endless anger and determination, shaking the ground made of white boulders slightly, as if it was also trembling with the hatred that soared into the sky.

Saint Lord Mo Juezun had a cold expression on his face, his eyes swept across the elders like lightning, then he slowly raised his hand, signaling the elders to be quiet.

In an instant, the noisy temple fell silent, leaving only the heavy breathing of the crowd due to anger. The oppressive atmosphere became more and more intense, like a materialized dark cloud, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

Mo Juezun slowly stood up, his golden robe rustling with his movements. The golden dragon embroidered on the robe seemed to come alive at this moment, baring its fangs and claws, showing its majesty.

He looked around, his voice booming like a bell in the temple: "I empathize with the feelings of all the elders. I will never let go of the blood feud between Elder Daoxuan and so many of his disciples. I will make the murderer pay the price. However, that villain is no ordinary person. He was able to kill Elder Daoxuan with the Blood Killing Curse. Even Elder Chen Feng and his men could hardly suppress the blood evil power. The person who attacked, even if he is not a Three Thousand Dao King, is not much worse."

After a pause, Mo Juezun's gaze became more profound, as if he was thinking about something, and continued: "This matter is no longer something we can resolve, and we need the help of the Supreme Elders."

Upon hearing this, Ji Qiubai and other elders in charge also reacted and nodded, saying, "The Holy Lord is right. This matter still requires the intervention of the Supremes."

Among them, the strongest Saint Lord is only about 1,900 or 2,900 Dao Kings. With their level of cultivation, even if they really find the evil villain, they will not get any good results. If they are not careful, they may even lose their lives.

Although revenge is important, their lives are more important.

"Alright! Without further ado, elders, we will now head to the Taichu Ancient Realm to seek an audience with the Supremes."

After Mo Juezun finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and a bright light instantly bloomed in the center of the Taichu Temple. The outline of an ancient teleportation array was faintly outlined in the light.

Ji Qiubai and other elders in charge moved and surrounded the teleportation array.

Soon, as Mo Juezun quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something, the teleportation array shone brightly, and a powerful spatial force spread out, slowly enveloping everyone.

In an instant, there was a flash of light, and everyone disappeared in the Taichu Temple, leaving only waves of space fluctuations.

When the light faded again, they appeared in a mysterious and ancient world.

Here, shrouded in clouds and mist, the air is filled with ethereal aura, resembling a fairyland. Towering peaks reach the sky, each emitting a unique aura, as if containing endless mysteries.

The mountain's spiritual springs cascaded down like the Milky Way, the splashing water transforming into vibrant rainbows, a dreamlike and breathtaking beauty. However, at this moment, everyone's hearts were filled with hatred and worry, and they had no time to appreciate this picturesque scene.

Mo Juezun led a group of elders along an ancient stone path. On both sides of the stone path, there grew all kinds of strange and magical medicines. These magical medicines had different shapes. Some bloomed with colorful light, and some emitted refreshing fragrance. Any one of them could make many kings of the avenue fight to the death.

As they advanced deeper, a simple and solemn palace appeared before them. It was majestic, like an ancient monument, emitting an ancient and powerful aura. The palace gate was tightly closed, and carved with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns, lifelike, as if ready to burst through the walls at any moment.

Mo Juezun looked respectful. He took a step forward, clasped his hands together, and said in a loud voice: "Disciple and all the elders come to see the Supreme Elder." The voice echoed in the valley for a long time, as if announcing their arrival to this ancient world.

Soon, the palace gates slowly opened, accompanied by a dull roar. A tremendous pressure rushed over them like a tidal wave. Everyone felt their breath catch, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their hearts.

Immediately afterwards, a white-haired but vigorous old man walked out of the palace steadily. He was dressed in a plain robe, simple yet elegant. His eyes were filled with endless depth and wisdom, as if he could see through the essence of all things in the world.

The old man's eyes were like torches, sweeping over everyone one by one, finally landing on Mo Juezun. He slowly said, "Juezun, what's the hurry? Why are you bothering to come here in person?"

The voice is mellow and steady, as if it contains the accumulation of years.

Mo Juezun took a step forward and recounted in detail how Elder Zhang Daoxuan and many members of the Zhang family were killed by the Blood Killing Curse. His words were filled with grief and indignation.

Upon hearing this, the old man's face darkened, like the gloomy sky before a storm. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes. "How could this happen! How dare you unleash such a sinister magical power right under the nose of our Taichu Holy Land? You simply don't take our Taichu Holy Land seriously!"

At this moment, several more elders emerged from the palace. Their auras were equally powerful and mysterious, as if they had merged with this ancient world. Each of them exuded a calmness and vicissitudes of life that came with the baptism of time.

One of the burly Grand Elders frowned and pondered for a moment before saying, "Junior Brother Mo is right to be concerned. The demon who was able to curse Daoxuan to death must have a high level of cultivation. He is likely a Three Thousand Dao King. Such a powerful enemy should not be underestimated."

Mo Jue Zun hurriedly bowed again and said earnestly, "I hope that the Supreme Elders will take action to avenge Elder Daoxuan and all the disciples and restore the prestige of our Taichu Holy Land."

The Supreme Elders exchanged glances, their eyes conveying a silent exchange. The leading white-haired elder nodded slightly and said, "This matter concerns the dignity of our Primordial Holy Land. We will not sit idly by. Fellow disciples, follow me as I set up the Chaos Heavenly Origin Tracing Formation."

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