Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Eighty billion cosmic years away from the Shura Universe, there is a universe that is almost half the size of the Shura Universe.

This is the Mingluo Universe, the home of the Four-Armed Mingluo Clan, the first clan of the Eight-Armed Shura Clan.

The dark universe, the empty and dark sky.

In the Mingluo Universe, Xu Mingtian sits high above the thirty-six heavens, like the eyes of a god overlooking all living beings, taking in all the myriad scenes of the entire Mingluo Universe.

This is the master of the Mingluo universe, the ancestor of the four-armed Mingluo clan, the strongest of the four-armed Mingluo clan, and the dojo of the Mingluo ancestor.

In Xumingtian and Mingluo Palace, the atmosphere is solemn and dignified.

The ancestor of Mingluo sat opposite Tianluo Mingzhu, another nine-patterned universe master of the four-armed Mingluo clan.

The body of the ancestor of Mingluo is tall and majestic, like a towering sacred mountain, giving people a sense of inaccessibility and oppression.

His four arms were strong and powerful, with bulging muscles, as if containing the power to tear apart the heavens and the earth.

The skin seemed to be made of bronze, shining with a metallic luster, with mysterious runes faintly emerging on it, as if telling of the ancient inheritance of power.

His face was resolute, his lines as cold as if carved by a knife or an axe, his eyes were like two burning purple flames, deep and blazing, as if he could see through the mysteries of all things in the world.

Her long silver hair falls on her broad shoulders like a waterfall, fluttering gently in the wind, adding a touch of otherworldly temperament to her.

The Lord of Tianluo Ming who was opposite him was a little thin, but he was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, exuding a hint of coldness.

The four arms were slender and flexible, and the fingertips flashed with a cold blue light, as if they could cut through the void with a slight wave.

His aura was gloomy and cold, like the Pluto of Hell, making people afraid. His face was as pale as snow, without a trace of blood, like a thousand-year-old ice, keeping people at a distance.

His eyes were long and narrow, like the vertical pupils of a poisonous snake. From time to time, cold murderous intent flashed in his dark green eyes, as if he could freeze people in an instant under his gaze.

His black robe floated gently, clinging tightly to his slender frame, making his figure even more ghostly and mysterious. Even as he sat there, the icy aura emanating from his body seemed to freeze the air around him.

The Mingluo Ancestor picked up the jade cup on the table, took a sip of the spiritual liquid that emitted a strange light, and slowly said: "Tianluo, the clan has summoned you, so you should lead your men on this journey."

The voice was deep and heavy, echoing in the palace like a huge bell.

When Tianluo Mingzhu heard this, he did not agree immediately. His dark green eyes narrowed slightly, and a cautious light flashed in his eyes.

He extended a slender arm, its fingertips gleaming with a cold blue light, and gently stroked his chin. After a moment's silence, he asked in a cold voice, "Ancestor, we dare not refuse the High Clan's summons. But I wonder if the High Clan has investigated the details of that mysterious force? Since that force commands such attention from the High Clan, it must be no ordinary entity. If we rashly go there without knowing anything about it, I'm afraid our journey will be full of twists and turns, and we might even end up in danger."

After saying that, Tianluo Mingzhu stared closely at Mingluo Ancestor, as if he wanted to get more information from the other's expression.

The icy aura emanating from him became increasingly intense, making the surrounding air seem to be covered with a layer of frost, and the temperature in the palace dropped sharply.

Ancestor Mingluo frowned slightly, a hint of worry in his eyes. He gently put down the jade cup in his hand and said solemnly, "From what I know, the upper clan has mobilized a lot of forces over the years, almost turning the Huanxu Zhou River upside down, but still cannot find the origin of that mysterious force. It's like that mysterious force appeared out of thin air, and its details and depth are completely unknown."

He sighed softly, the melancholy in his eyes becoming more pronounced. He continued, "But what is certain is that the other party is extremely powerful. Even the incarnations of the two ancestors and the eight-armed giant have disappeared in their hands. Even if their strength is not as good as that of the upper clan, it is probably not much different."

When Tianluo Mingzhu heard what Mingluo Ancestor said, a cold light suddenly flashed in his dark green eyes, like a faint light in the darkness, which made people shudder. He nodded slightly, and a cold voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Ancestor, if that is the case, this trip will be dangerous and unpredictable. The enemy's strength is unfathomable and so mysterious that we have to be on guard. Although the upper clan has protected us and we must respond to the call, we must also make plans in advance to prevent any accidents."

He slowly stood up, his black robe fluttering in the wind. His thin figure looked even more ghostly in the palace, as if blending into the darkness.

He paced back and forth as he continued, "Ancestor, this time we're heading to the Upper Tribe, our tribe values quality over quantity. In the upcoming battle, we must assess the situation. If that mysterious force is weaker than the Upper Tribe, we will of course do our utmost to support them. However, if that mysterious force far surpasses them, our tribe must prioritize self-preservation and be ready to break out at any moment. Ancestor, what are your thoughts?"

At this moment, the atmosphere within the hall grew increasingly icy. The chill emanating from Tianluo Mingzhu caused a thick layer of frost to form on the surrounding walls. The fingertips, gleaming with a cold blue light, became even more eerie against the frost.

The Netherworld Ancestor was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up. His imposing figure was like a towering divine peak in the universe, imbuing him with a powerful sense of oppression. He gazed deeply at the Underworld Lord Tianluo and said in a deep voice, "Tianluo, you are absolutely right. This journey may be a success or failure, and protecting our people is our top priority. If things go wrong, we must not continue to fight!"

Although the Four-Armed Mingluo Clan is loyal to the upper clan, they are also foolishly loyal. Even though they know they are no match for the upper clan, they are still willing to sacrifice their lives for the upper clan.

"Take this Nine Nether Sky Shuttle with you."

As he spoke, the Nether Luo Ancestor raised his hand and clawed through the air. A dark light formed in his palm, transforming into an ancient ship, completely black and emitting an eerie aura. Its shape was simple, and its hull was engraved with mysterious runes, flickering with a faint light, as if resonating with some mysterious force in the universe.

"Thank you, First Ancestor. With the help of the Nine Nether Sky Shuttle, I feel more confident in my next journey."

A hint of surprise flashed in Tianluo Mingzhu's eyes. The Nine Nether Sky Shuttle was the most precious life-saving treasure in his ancestor's hands. With the help of this treasure, it would not be difficult for him to escape as long as he was not targeted by the Nine-Pattern Peak Universe Lord.

"Although this trip is mainly for self-preservation, we should not be too timid. The upper clan has been very kind to our clan, and we should do our best to help wherever we can. But we must not act impulsively, and the lives of our clan members are the most important." The ancestor of Mingluo warned earnestly.

"If you really can't disobey, you should prioritize protecting yourself!" The ancestor of Mingluo emphasized solemnly.

In the world of cultivation, the strength of a clan is always determined by the strongest person in the clan. The Four-Armed Nether Luo clan only has two Nine-Pattern Universe Masters. Once something happens to the Lord of Tianluo Ming, it will be a devastating blow to the Four-Armed Nether Luo clan.

This is a gap that cannot be made up no matter how many other tribesmen there are.

"Don't worry, Ancestor, Tianluo understands!"

Tianluo Mingzhu bowed slightly and said in a firm voice that he would not give up if his people could save him, but if it required sacrificing his life, he would not be a pedantic person.

"It's good that you understand!" The Netherworld Ancestor patted the Sky Netherworld Lord on the shoulder, "Get ready immediately and set off as soon as possible to avoid keeping the upper clan waiting for too long."

"Yes, ancestor, Tianluo will take his leave!"

After paying a respectful bow, Tianluo Mingzhu flashed and turned into a black shadow, quickly leaving Mingluo Palace.

.......

Eight thousand years later.

A huge space fleet took off from the Shura Universe, tore through the crystal wall of the universe, and quickly disappeared into the void of the universe.

.......

Thousands of years later.

"Finally here... This Eight-Armed Shura Clan really thinks highly of me."

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