Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

In the northern part of the Shenxiao Universe, in the North Pole Immortal Kingdom, the first of the twenty-four immortal kingdoms, in a large area of chaos, a huge immortal palace that stretches for more than a million dao years stands in the center of the chaos, like the source of all light. The immortal light is dazzling and bright, illuminating the entire chaos as bright as day, and wherever it reaches, it seems to dispel all the darkness and haze.

Lingxu Immortal Palace is the palace of Lingxu Emperor, the only one among the thirteen emperors who died and became the quasi-lord of the universe.

In the Taixu Palace, the Emperor Lingxu, wearing the Nine-Dragon Imperial Robe, sat in the first seat. Below him, on both sides, there were six divine thrones, each with six Emperors sitting on them.

At this moment, an indescribable feeling of oppression permeated the magnificent Taixu Palace.

Whether it was Prince Lingxu, the quasi-lord of the universe, or the other twelve princes, each of them had a solemn expression on their faces. Some of them even had a hint of uneasiness in their eyes, as if they had sensed that a huge storm was coming.

Of the billion-year period, only less than tens of millions of years remain.

Over the years, they had already prepared for their Emperor Hao's final crazy counterattack, but what they didn't expect was that over the years, their Emperor Hao's offensive had not only not been strengthened, but had weakened a lot, as if their Emperor Hao had accepted his fate and completely given up the battle for the Emperor's Son.

"Something is wrong. Our royal brother is not someone who will give up easily. There must be something hidden."

The Qingyu Emperor, wearing the Azure Dragon Emperor's robe and surrounded by azure light, exuding infinite vitality, cleared his throat and took the lead in breaking the suffocating and dull atmosphere.

The purple-robed, extremely elegant Emperor Tianling, who was standing below him, nodded slightly and said, "Brother Qingyu is right. Old Tianhao is extremely ambitious and will never give up until he achieves his goals. Showing weakness like this is definitely not his style. He must be secretly planning something."

"Could it be that he's won over the newly crowned Lord of the Universe?" Across from the Tianling Emperor, clad in a fiery red dragon robe and shrouded in divine flames, the Tianyan Emperor, who looked like the incarnation of the Fire God, suddenly had an idea and blurted out, "If that's the case, we're in big trouble."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the other twelve princes in the hall changed. The Lord of the Universe was definitely not someone they could contend with. All those below the Lord of the Universe were ants. Only the Lord of the Universe could contend with him. No matter how many others there were, their lives would be in vain.

After a moment's silence, Prince Lingxu shook his head slightly and said, "That's unlikely. If our brother Tianhao really had won over the Lord of the Universe, given his personality, he would have launched a high-profile offensive long ago. Why would he be so low-key?"

"In addition to winning over the Lord of the Universe, do you think that among those top hegemonic forces, there will be another force like Buddhism that will form an alliance with him? You know, the joining of Buddhism caused us a lot of trouble at the beginning." Emperor Tianxuan, who was the first to the right of Emperor Lingxu, interjected.

"That's very likely the case." Standing behind Emperor Tianxuan, the Emperor Tianming, wearing a five-colored dragon robe, echoed, "Royal Brother Tianhao has never given up on wooing those top overlords over the years. Perhaps some force has been persuaded by him and formed an alliance with him."

"If there really are other top overlords forming an alliance with them, the outcome is uncertain and there could be even more twists and turns." The Qingyu Emperor said solemnly, "We must investigate this matter as quickly as possible and prepare for a response in advance."

"Brother Qingyu is right. We must not let our guard down in these final millions of years." Lingxu Emperor's son frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the other Emperors one by one. He said gravely, "From now on, I will be fully stationed in the four great immortal kingdoms and closely monitor every move of Elder Tianhao and his men. We must not allow him any opportunity to exploit us."

The princes all nodded in agreement. There were only less than ten million years left. If they were to lose the battle due to their negligence, they would regret it for the rest of their lives.

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In the northwest of the Arctic Fairyland, eight million cosmic years away, there is a forbidden area - the Dead Soul Abyss.

It is shrouded in a bloody death fog all year round. Even the Perfect Dao King finds it difficult to see through everything in the Undead Abyss.

At the bottom of the Undead Abyss, where the four thousand Dao Kings were terrified, a blood-colored altar had appeared at some point.

The altar is octagonal in shape, and each corner is carved with a distorted evil ghost head. They are grinning as if they are roaring silently, and there is a strange blood light flashing in their empty eye sockets, as if countless wronged souls are struggling in them.

It is one Dao Nian long and wide, and is made of an unknown strange blood stone. Strands of blood flow on the surface of the blood stone, and finally gather in the center of the altar, forming a blood-red ocean. Weird bubbles appear from time to time, and when they burst, they make a "gurgling" sound, as if it is a whisper from the abyss of hell, telling of endless evil and curses.

And around the sea of blood, there were densely packed runes engraved. The runes flashed with a cold light, contrasting with the blood, and emitted a disgusting stench.

These runes appear disorganized, but upon closer inspection, they seem to contain some sort of sinister order, as if summoning the darkest power in the world.

Finally, eight huge blood-red stone pillars stood around the altar. Each stone pillar was wrapped with a lifelike blood-red evil dragon, with a hideous face, a bloody mouth, and a winding dragon body, as if trying to break free from the constraints of the stone pillars and soar into the sky.

at this time......

Above the altar, the undead fog, which was as thick as substance, began to churn violently, as if being madly stirred by an invisible giant hand, and gradually two human figures appeared.

A man wearing a golden dragon robe, his face was about 70% similar to Emperor Tianhao's son, but his cultivation and aura were much inferior, he was just a perfect Dao King.

The other person was completely shrouded in a black robe, making it impossible to see his face. His aura was obscure and unpredictable, as if he had perfectly merged with the Undead Abyss. If one had not seen it with one's own eyes, it would be impossible to detect his whereabouts with spiritual sense alone.

It was none other than Tianshu Yuanjun, the commander of the secret guards under the command of Emperor Tianhao.

"Tianshu, offer the sacrifice."

The incarnation of Emperor Tianhao gave an order, and the voice echoed at the bottom of the Undead Abyss with unquestionable majesty.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Tianshu Yuanjun responded respectfully, then waved his hand. Suddenly, a tremendous force surged. Over the past ten million years, the vast number of sacrifices he and his secret guards had captured appeared like a tide on the blood-red altar below.

There were old and young, male and female, human and alien races, at least they were all masters of the Heavenly Dao Realm. They struggled desperately, but were like insects trapped in a spider web, everything was so futile and powerless.

There are tens of billions of Dao Lords, and their bodies seem small and helpless under the terrifying might of Tianshu Yuanjun's 4,900 Dao Kings, and they can only be at his mercy.

Finally, there are more than five-digit Kings of the Great Dao. These great masters who once dominated the life and death of hundreds of millions of races are no different from those ants in the Heavenly Dao Realm. They are all lambs to be slaughtered, at the mercy of others.

The incarnation of Emperor Tianhao's son's expression froze, a trace of determination and madness flashing in his eyes. He slowly raised his hands, palms facing upward, and began to chant an ancient and evil spell: "With blood as a guide and soul as a sacrifice, I open the door to the bloody night. Lord of the bloody night, heed my call..."

Each syllable seemed to carry an invisible force, echoing at the bottom of the Undead Abyss, causing ripples in the surrounding space.

As the incantation was chanted, the blood-red altar below seemed to be infused with a powerful vitality, instantly "coming alive." The blood-red dragon, entwined around the eight blood-red stone pillars, suddenly raised its head, opened its bloody maw, and let out a series of deafening roars. These roars reverberated wildly within the Necromancer Abyss, as if threatening to shatter the entire abyss.

The vast sea of blood in the center of the altar seemed to be controlled by some powerful force and began to riot wildly.

It stirred up huge waves, like ferocious beasts, rushing madly towards the massive sacrifices on the altar.

Those Heavenly Dao Realm cultivators, once they came into contact with the blood waves, could not even hold out for a moment before being corroded into slag, without even a trace of their souls left. The tens of billions of Dao Lords were not much better off, as they were rapidly corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye under the monstrous blood waves. Only those Dao Kings could barely hold on for a while, but it was only a matter of time before they were corroded and devoured.

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A hundred years later.

On the bloody altar, there were once huge numbers of sacrifices, but now there are only less than a thousand Kings of the Great Dao left, and they are still struggling to hold on.

Their bodies of the Dao were already riddled with holes, and the power of the Dao was almost exhausted, but the desire to survive made them still struggle in this horrific wave of blood.

"Boom..."

The void above the altar suddenly shook and twisted violently, as if space were being wantonly manipulated by an invisible hand. A blood-red portal, tens of thousands of light years tall, slowly emerged.

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