Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Zixiao microcosm, Zixiao Palace.

Su Mo sat cross-legged on the cushion on the avenue. The rules of the universe were like lively silk threads, lingering around his body, flashing with fantastic and brilliant light, interweaving into a dreamlike picture.

As the Purple Sky Pearl was successfully promoted to the Supreme Treasure of the Universe, the grade of the Avenue Cushion that Su Mo sat on also rose sharply, almost reaching the limit of a quasi-Universal Treasure. It only needed an opportunity to be promoted to the Supreme Treasure of the Universe.

"boom......"

Suddenly, Su Mo's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and two dazzling divine rays flashed across his eyes. In an instant, a large area of space in Zixiao Palace collapsed and shattered, turning into nothingness.

You must know that as the core of the universe's treasure, the space of Zixiao Palace is so stable that even the master of a single-pattern universe can barely tear the four-dimensional space apart.

At this moment, if anyone stood in front of Su Mo, anyone below the level of the Second-Line Universe Master would be severely injured or even killed.

Twelve hundred years later, Su Mo finally completely refined the remaining tens of millions of units of the origin of the universe.

The Hongmeng Divine Body has made great progress again. The Hongmeng Divine Body alone can defeat many second-line mid-stage universe masters. The overall combat power of the deity has the potential to surpass the second-line perfect universe master.

After taking a look at the empty space, the power of time rules enveloped it like a pair of invisible hands. In the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal, as if everything just now was just an illusory dream.

The next second...

Su Mo moved, left Zixiao Palace, and appeared in the manor in Nanshan City.

He looked around and frowned slightly.

Two thousand two hundred years is nothing for a cultivator, not to mention the master of the universe like him. Even those true gods and saints would need more than this time to go into seclusion. But for a mortal planet like Dawn Star, which has almost no extraordinary power and cannot even find a real person, two thousand two hundred years is like a sea change.

Now, looking around, the vast planet of Dawn is devastated, like a dead ruin. Everywhere is marked by the traces of radiation, the land is scorched black, and no grass grows.

Of the hundreds of billions of people who once lived, only one in a hundred remained. The hundreds of countries also fell apart, leaving only base cities that were barely able to maintain operation in the apocalypse, like a lone boat tottering in a storm.

The resources of Dawn Star were limited to begin with, and with the rapid development of science and technology, the demand for resources increased day by day. Ultimately, the only option was war. Eight hundred years ago, the World War broke out, and later peacemakers were used.

"Almost, it's time to leave."

Shaking his head slightly, Su Mo did not take any action to reverse time and space and restore Chenxi Star to its appearance before his retreat. All of this was decided by the Chenxi human race themselves and had nothing to do with him. He had no interest in intervening in it.

Having stayed on this mortal planet for so many years is enough. Besides, there are more than one planet with a similar level of civilization to the Blue Star in my previous life in the Star King Realm. If I really want to experience my previous life again, I can just change to another planet.

"Whoosh..."

With a flick of his finger, a ray of divine light flashed by and quickly disappeared into the void.

This is a divine inheritance, enough for a mortal to cultivate to the realm of true god. It is his last gift to the Dawn Star people.

After all, it was the first planet he discovered that was somewhat similar to the Blue Star in his previous life. It had a special meaning in his heart and carried some of his memories from his previous life.

Afterwards, a ripple appeared in the space of the manor, and Su Mo and several maids in the garden all disappeared in the manor. When they appeared again, they had already arrived at the Mingling Chaos Circle.

After being out for so long, it’s time to go back and take a look.

Taking another step forward, Su Mo appeared in the Taimeng Chaos.

Hundreds of billions of years have passed, and Timon Chaos has not been in any danger. He has the backup plan he left before he left. As long as the King of the Great Dao does not take action, no one can be a match for his son of the Heavenly Dao.

Anyone who dares to attack Taimeng Hun Dun is simply like lighting a light in a toilet - courting death.

All the Lords of the Great Dao who caused trouble for Taimeng Chaos were, without exception, ruthlessly wiped out. Dozens of Chaos Ages of hard training became the nourishment for Taimeng Chaos' growth.

Today, the Taimeng Chaos has transformed into a high-level chaos with nearly 1,500 complete avenues, and has become the number one chaos in the Mingling Chaos Circle.

Among the chaos in Taimeng, the one that benefited the most was the Jiuling Continent.

With the special care of the son of Tiandao, half of the resources of the entire Taimeng Chaos are concentrated on the Jiuling Continent.

The current Jiuling Continent is more than ten million times larger than before Su Mo left, with a diameter of more than ten Dao years. It can be called the number one continent in the Mingling Chaos Circle. The vitality of heaven and earth is abundant, enough for thousands of Dao masters to practice normally.

The former Dakang Dynasty has completely become a thing of the past. Even among the old subordinates that Su Mo recruited when he first traveled through time, only a few are still alive.

Only Zhang Bai and others who were closest to Su Mo were able to escape the disaster because they were impressed by Su Mo and the power of Xuanmen. Money can move people, and the vast resources on the Jiuling Continent are enough to drive people crazy.

The only things that haven't changed are the Zhennan Palace and Xuanling Mountain. There is a large formation set up by Lingxu Huanshen, which cannot be shaken by these ants who are not even the masters of the Hundred Daos.

There was complete silence, without a sound, as if time had stopped in the Zhennan Palace.

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the space, and Su Mo, dressed in white, appeared out of thin air.

With a wave of his hand, a large number of maids appeared in the mansion

However, due to the isolation of the formation, no one knew that Su Mo had returned.

Moreover, Su Mo didn't think about contacting Zhang Bai and the others. They were no longer from the same world.

Taking into account the acceleration of time, he is now an old monster who has lived for several chaotic eras. The kindness of his comrades at the beginning of his journey has basically been worn out. He no longer cares about the future of Zhang Bai and the others.

Even if they all died in the future, he wouldn't take it too seriously.

He has given them enough in return, but he has no obligation to protect them forever.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another five hundred years have passed.

Hongling Continent, Cangling Holy Land.

The place was thriving, and countless disciples of the Cang Ling Holy Land felt as if they were in a dream.

In just less than three thousand years, their Cangling Holy Land not only unified the Hongling Continent, but also successively conquered 121 Chaos Continents, including a quasi-level seven continent, which is simply unimaginable.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, a sudden loud noise, like the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth, broke the tranquility of the Cang Ling Holy Land.

The Cang Ling Holy Land shook violently, as if the entire Cang Yun Mountains were about to be shattered by this force. A terrifying cold air that would make a sixth-grade God King palpitate fell from the sky, as if to freeze the entire Cang Ling Holy Land.

In an instant, alarms blared in the Cang Ling Holy Land. The sharp and piercing sound echoed in the air, as if it was the prelude to death. All the disciples were frightened by the sudden and terrifying cold air and their faces turned pale.

At this critical moment, the protective formation of Cang Ling Holy Land was instantly activated.

A dazzling five-colored barrier rose into the sky, like an indestructible barrier, firmly protecting the entire Cang Ling Holy Land.

However, the terrifying chill was too strong, like a surging tide, madly attacking the five-colored barrier wave after wave.

Every impact caused the barrier to tremble violently, and the light flickered.

Under the erosion of this cold air, a thick layer of frost began to condense on the surface of the barrier, as if trying to freeze the entire barrier.

The disciples of Cang Ling Holy Land all looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with fear and worry, as if they were staring at the impending doomsday. Some weaker disciples were forced to retreat again and again by the chill, their legs weak and they could hardly stand, as if they would be swallowed by the chill at any time.

At this moment, with a "puff", the sky above the Cang Ling Holy Land seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and a terrifying crack stretching for tens of thousands of light years appeared.

A man in a black robe with an extremely cold aura and a creepy chill emanating from his body stepped out from the space crack.

His eyes were as cold as an ice blade in the cold night as he glanced at the Cang Ling Holy Land below. His eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if he was looking down on a group of ants.

Behind him, a dense mass of black-armored warriors followed like a black tide. The dragon patterns on their bodies were lifelike, as if they were about to take flight at any moment.

Each black-armored warrior exuded an incomparably powerful aura. The weakest possessed the cultivation of an eighth-grade Divine Lord, while the number of Divine Kings among them exceeded ten thousand. The four individuals following the black-robed man possessed a powerful and majestic aura, far surpassing that of a fifth-grade Divine King. Standing there, they resembled four insurmountable mountains.

The man in black robe was none other than Elder Ming'an of Xuanming Temple.

He waved his hand and spoke in a bone-chilling voice, like a verdict from the Netherworld: "Nether Dragon Guards, listen to my orders! Raze the Cangling Holy Land to the ground, leaving no one alive!"

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