Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

In the center of the ocean of the universe, the chaotic universe is quietly suspended.

This is the oldest universe in the ocean of the universe, and its history can be traced back to the ignorant age when the ocean of the universe was first born.

The first transcendent master in the universe, the Lord of Chaos, was born here. He was the first spiritual consciousness born in this chaotic universe.

At the center of the chaotic universe, an ancient and magnificent temple stood quietly. Carved entirely from raw chaos stone, each brick and stone exuded the aura of the nascent universe. The star gems inlaid on the temple's ceiling were no ordinary artifacts, but rather condensed from the cores of countless dying universes. Amidst the gloom of chaos, they emanated a faint light that spanned eons.

The eaves of the palace are carved with the primordial patterns of the birth of the universe. Each pattern is flowing slowly, as if reenacting the miracle of the beginning of chaos.

Inside the temple, five supreme beings sit on the five divine thrones.

The thrones were all made of chaos mother gold, and the bases were wrapped with billions of chains of multiverse rules. The ends of the chains were connected to the star map on the dome of the temple. The flickering of the stars in the map was perfectly synchronized with the fluctuations of the breath around the five people, as if their breathing was the heartbeat of the sea of ​​​​the universe.

The being residing on the Eastern God's Throne was shrouded in purple-black mist. Indistinctly, countless tiny black holes could be seen appearing and disappearing. The devouring power emanating from its body slightly distorted the surrounding space and time. Just an unconscious breath caused the chaotic airflow in the temple to surge violently. The condensed aura of its breath was not inferior to that of the perfect and quasi-transcendent Lord Qian Leng.

The existence on the Western throne turned into a dazzling stream of light, which contained billions of sharp rules, as if it could sever all boundaries between the known and the unknown.

The Chaos Mother Gold at the edge of the throne had been eroded by this sharp edge, leaving fine marks, but it had never been able to damage the foundation of the throne - this was a manifestation of a certain ultimate balance between strength and defense, a perfect unity of sharpness and toughness in him.

The master of the Southern Throne is a giant clad in blood-red armor. The armor is condensed with the wails and war songs of countless civilizations, and every scratch corresponds to a war that has lasted for billions of cosmic years.

His eyes were slightly closed, but his body was surrounded by an inextinguishable fire of fighting spirit. The flames burned the chaotic air currents, and gray-gold smoke rose up, symbolizing destruction and rebirth. The pure killing power was enough to make an ordinary quasi-transcendent lord lose his mind.

The existence on the northern throne is the most bizarre. Sometimes it turns into billions of dust particles that spread around the throne, and sometimes it condenses into a vague human figure. Its aura is like an ancient well with no bottom. There are no ripples, but it seems to contain a great power that can subvert the ocean of the universe. The boundary between life and death has become extremely chaotic around him. The previous moment was eternal silence, and the next second it became an instant of life and death.

The being occupying the central divine throne had the same body shape as an ordinary person, dressed in a simple gray robe. There was no external aura around him, but he gave people the illusion that "all things return to their origin" - as if the ultimate power of the four directions, east, west, south, and north, all originated from a certain point in his body.

He twisted his fingertips lightly, and the chaotic air currents surging in the temple calmed down instantly. The chains of rules of the Five Directions Divine Throne also trembled slightly, forming an invisible closed loop with him as the center.

The auras of the five people intertwined and collided in the center of the temple, but always maintained a delicate balance - the purple-black devouring power and the dazzling sharp light stream brushed past each other, dissolving into each other and complementing each other, turning into wisps of chaotic energy; the bloody fire of fighting spirit and the dust of life and death permeated each other, ignited and extinguished in the chaotic air flow, interpreting the cycle of destruction and rebirth; and the aura of "all things returning to their origin" in the center was like an invisible bond, firmly binding the forces of the four directions within a closed loop, preventing them from overflowing, and maintaining order in the temple.

At the same time, their spiritual consciousnesses continued to collide and communicate in the void, causing silent waves. Each spiritual thought contained the supreme power to shake the sea of ​​​​the universe, but was quietly absorbed by the Hongmeng patterns of the Divine Palace, circulating only between the five people without revealing any trace.

"The balance of the seven clans cannot be broken!"

The existence of the central throne was the first to convey thoughts, and the fingertips under the gray robe gently tapped the armrests of the throne. Every touch caused ripples to appear in the Chaos Mother Gold.

"Indeed! The balance of the seven clans is the cornerstone of the cosmic sea. Once broken, the entire cosmic sea will be devastated!" The purple-black mist of the Eastern Divine Throne suddenly contracted, and a biting chill filled his consciousness. "That opportunity for transcendence must not fall into the hands of the Qiankun and Time and Space Clans."

"It would be best if we could find that human child before old man Qian Leng and the others." The light on the western throne suddenly surged, and sharp rules cut through the void, and his divine consciousness revealed a trace of determination.

The blood-red giant on the Southern Throne clenched his fists fiercely, the battle scars on his armor lighting up, and the sound of swords clashing echoed in his consciousness: "And that 'Dual God Reincarnation Formation' is also a big problem."

"Indeed, this formation was created by the Lord of Time and Space and perfected by the Lord of Heaven and Earth. It is the most ferocious formation in the universe. If they succeed and gain the opportunity to transcend, even if the five tribes like us join forces to seize this opportunity, we will pay a heavy price."

Billions of tiny particles of dust on the Northern Divine Throne condensed into a vague shadow, and its divine consciousness, carrying the vicissitudes of life and death, echoed.

"What the old ghost Xuan Ji said is absolutely right. The Twin Gods Reincarnation Formation is the most formidable formation in the universe. We must not underestimate it. We must attack from two fronts. On the one hand, we must send out all the tribes to search for the whereabouts of the human child. On the other hand, we must attack the two great cosmic rivers of Qiankun and Time and Space. We must slow down the progress of the Twin Gods Reincarnation Formation and not let them succeed so easily."

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a billion years have passed.

Qiankun universe, Qiankun ancient palace.

On the bronze altar, the two phantoms of the Universe River continued to slowly intertwine, though compared to a billion years ago, their fusion had almost stalled. Numerous fine cracks appeared on the surfaces of the golden River of Heaven and Earth and the silver River of Time and Space. These were the scars left by the Five Clans' attacks. While not damaging the fundamentals, they acted like a thorn in the flesh, hindering the fusion of the two rivers and preventing the core of the "Dual Gods Reincarnation Formation" from being fully realized.

Qian Leng Divine Venerable stood at the altar, his hands behind his back, his face as gloomy as ink. His pristine white robe swelled slightly with suppressed rage, the air created by his fluttering sleeves scratching shallow marks on the hard bronze floor. His eyes widened, murderous intent swirling within them, threatening to crystallize into a tangible blade—a ray of pent-up resentment and fury spanning a billion years. He longed to capture the Chaos Protoss and the other five Transcendent Protoss clans, rip them to pieces, and scatter their bones to ash, venting his hatred.

Elsewhere, the Time God's expression was equally solemn. The River of Time and Space surged violently in his half-lidded eyes, as if burning with endless rage. Even the veil of space-time flowing around him became disordered. "Those old creatures' attacks are becoming more frequent, and their methods are becoming more brutal. Yesterday, they even blew up the third branch of the River of Time and Space. Repairing it will take at least tens of millions of years. If this continues, even after tens of billions or hundreds of billions of years, the 'Dual Gods Reincarnation Formation' may not be fully completed."

He paused, then changed the subject, a glint in his eyes. "The only good news is that the fluctuations of the 'Scar of Time and Space' are becoming increasingly intense. I'm afraid that the human child has reached his limit and can no longer suppress the growth of the 'Scar of Time and Space'. In another 100 million years at most, the 'Scar of Time and Space' will be fully mature. By then, no matter where he hides, he will be nowhere to hide."

Divine Venerable Qian Leng took a deep breath, suppressing his surging anger. He said in a deep voice, "Those five tribes are also frantically searching for the human child. If we delay, things could get out of hand. We must find him before they do. Ideally, we can complete the 'Dual God Reincarnation Formation' before the 'Traces of Time and Space' fully mature. Only then can we be absolutely sure of success."

A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the Time God: "In this case, we can only use the blood of our sons to accelerate the fusion of the two cosmic rivers."

"For the future of our clan, some sacrifices are unavoidable." Qian Leng Divine Venerable said in a cold tone, without the slightest hesitation, "As long as we can hold on to the opportunity for transcendence and allow our clans to produce another transcendent master, all costs will be worth it."

"Okay! Then we'll do as you say. We'll select men from our two tribes and sacrifice their blood to the divine formation to accelerate the fusion."

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Time flies, and another 83 million years have passed.

"Alright! The 'Traces of Time and Space' are done. Human kid, this time, you can't escape even if you have wings."

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