Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

An old and gentle voice sounded in the Qiankun Ancient Palace, with a sense of indifference that seemed to have seen through countless vicissitudes of life and had long seen through the ups and downs of the universe.

Before he finished speaking, a flash of white light appeared in the hall, like a condensed fragment of time that cuts through the void, leaving behind a fleeting trail of light.

When the light faded, an old man wearing a Moon Palace robe appeared not far from the God of Qian Leng.

His hair was as white as silver, tied behind his head with a simple jade hairpin. There were tiny spots of light flowing between his hair, as if hiding the birth and death of countless stars; his face was as rosy as a child, and the wrinkles in his face showed a warm and simple warmth. His eyes were half open and half closed, and there seemed to be a long river of time and space flowing slowly in his eyes.

The old man was surrounded by a faint force of time and space, like a layer of flowing light gauze. The hourglass pattern embroidered on the hem of his robe rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and each rise and fall brought about subtle changes in the flow of time around him - near him, the broken fragments of the bronze altar seemed to be slowly repairing, while in the corner a little further away, the suspended light spots seemed to be annihilating at an accelerated rate.

He was like the embodiment of the rules of time and space, standing there quietly, causing the time rhythm of the entire ancient temple to tilt accordingly, and even the furious aura of the Divine Lord Qian Leng was invisibly smoothed out a little.

The God of Time, the ancestor of the God of Time and Space, is the same as the God of Qian Leng. They are all perfect quasi-transcendent masters, and are only one step away from the realm of transcendence.

It was he who had used the Space-Time God Clan's most precious treasure, the Space-Time Divine Seal, to seal Su Mo and his illusory spiritual body.

"Old ghost Time, you'd better not be too optimistic. That human kid is far from as simple as you think." The voice of the Divine Lord Qian Leng was heavy, and the gloom between his brows had not dissipated much. Thirty-nine billion years ago, that human kid had used forbidden secret methods and relied on burning the power of the origin to escape the shackles of the Qiankun Divine Mirror. Now, the cultivation of that human kid is still breaking through rapidly. In just three billion years, he is about to break through two small realms and catch up with him, the perfect and quasi-transcendent master. This time, I am afraid that there is no room for optimism.

Upon hearing this, the God of Time smiled calmly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxed slightly because of the smile, but his calmness remained unchanged, and his expression did not change at all from beginning to end.

He raised his hand to smooth down the silver beard hanging down on his chest. Wherever his fingertips brushed past, tiny ripples of time and space quietly spread out, reflecting countless intersecting lines of time and space.

"Old friend, times have changed." His voice remained calm, yet filled with unquestionable conviction. "For billions of years, that human child has been able to escape from your grasp time and time again. That's because your Qiankun Protoss fought alone, giving him a chance to breathe. But now, with our two clans joining forces, the power of two transcendent protoss races has been combined into one. The search time will be greatly reduced..."

At this point, his eyes flickered slightly, and the long river of time and space flowing in his eyes rippled, as if countless images were rapidly rotating in it: "What's more, just now when he forcibly tore the Time and Space Divine Seal, I took the opportunity to plant the 'Time and Space Mark' on the soul of the child of his race..."

He paused, looked at Divine Venerable Qian Leng, and said with a certain understanding, "Three hundred million years, at most, that scar of time and space will be fully mature. By then, I will be able to accurately locate him without the guidance of the Divine Mirror of Heaven and Earth. As for that human child, it may not be enough in just three hundred million years just to recover from his injuries, let alone to make further progress and compete with us."

As the words fell, the power of time and space around the God of Time gently swayed, and the multiverse rules in the ancient temple, which had been disordered and out of control due to the rage of the God of Qianling, began to ripple and return to order. A faint halo also rose from the edge of the cracked bronze altar, as if confirming the control expressed in his words.

"Three hundred million years?"

The Divine Lord Qian Leng murmured, his fingertips subconsciously stroking the cracks on the bronze altar, and the solemnity in his eyes receded like a tide.

He raised his eyes to look at the God of Time, and the melancholy between his brows disappeared without a trace, replaced by a sense of relief and coldness.

The last time, after the human child burned his essence and escaped, it took him nearly a billion years to barely recover the strength of a late-stage quasi-transcendent lord.

This time, although the loss of the source is far less than the last time, it is definitely not something that can be recovered in just 300 million years.

Not to mention, they also have to face the joint pursuit of the two tribes, which makes the situation even more difficult.

"Compared to that human kid..." At this moment, the Time God seemed to recall something. His fingers, dangling from his sleeves, gently tapped his palms. Each touch stirred up imperceptible ripples in time and space. He spoke again, "What we really need to pay attention to are the other five races."

He slowly turned around and looked at the sky inlaid with star gems on the dome of the ancient temple. His eyes penetrated the temple, as if he had seen the nests of the other five transcendent gods.

"There's no way they'll just watch our two clans produce another Transcendent Lord."

The voice of the Time God was filled with a certain solemnity. The flowing space-time light veil around him began to ripple, and the hourglass pattern on his robes flickered. "They are holding back now, just waiting for us to capture that human child so that they can reap the benefits!"

Divine Venerable Qian Leng followed his gaze, his brow furrowed again. "You mean, once we capture that human child and gain the opportunity to transcend, they will immediately take action?"

"It's almost certain. When the time comes, we will definitely have a battle!" The Lord of Time nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Your clan and I must make preparations early."

"It's not that easy to snatch the chance of transcendence from us." A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the Qian Leng Divine Lord. "This eighth transcendent master will definitely come from your clan and mine."

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At the edge of the cosmic ocean, in an inconspicuous ordinary universe, a newly opened small world still carries the breath of chaos of its nascent birth.

The earth is an uncarved dark yellow in color, the air is filled with a thin but pure aura of origin, and the mountains in the distance still retain the patterns of the laws from the time of creation. Everything exudes a primitive and quiet atmosphere.

In the center of the world, a man sat cross-legged, his figure shrouded in a layer of faint gray light, like an eternal sculpture, without a trace of life in his body.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light rose from his body, as if gathering all the light of the newborn world in one place - it was not blindingly bright, but had a warm and heavy feeling, like billions of stars suddenly falling into this chaotic world.

The next second...

An old man wearing a Yin-Yang Tai Chi robe quickly appeared in his natal universe sea. The corner of his robe was stained with the black mark of the turbulence of time and space. It was the illusory body of Su Mo who had just broken through the ban and escaped from the dead and silent void.

And the figure sitting quietly like a sculpture is also Su Mo's illusory body.

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In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

"Sure enough, just like the Qiankun Mark, this mark of time and space is also beyond my current ability to remove."

Su Mo raised his hand and touched his forehead, where there was a barely perceptible silver mark. He sighed and completely gave up all hope of luck.

Over the past month, he had tried his best to repeatedly attack the mark of time and space that was branded on his soul, but it was always in vain - the mark was like a thorn in the flesh, closely connected to the soul, and every attack only brought waves of pain to the soul.

"Fortunately, with the growth rate of this Scar of Time and Space, it will take at least hundreds of millions of years for it to fully mature. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm in real danger this time!"

"But now..." Su Mo raised the corner of his mouth, a cold smile flashed across his face, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. One billion years, less than 50 million years, "When the time comes, I will definitely give you two clans a big surprise!"

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