Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Spring goes and autumn comes, and three hundred thousand years pass like sand through fingers.

At the edge of the sea of ​​​​the universe, deep in the abyss of death.

The numerous formation restrictions coiled like an ancient giant python, and billions of golden runes flowed on the formation walls, completely isolating the dead silence and darkness from the outside world, leaving only the world in the center of the formation that was soaked in divine light.

Su Mo sat cross-legged atop a divine Chaos Stone. Its surface was covered with lines etched by eons of time, each wielding a thin yet pure Chaos Qi. Divine light shone brightly around him, like a miniature sun suspended at the center of an array. Golden light seeped in and out of his pores, outlining intricate Daoist runes across his body. Sometimes it transformed into a surging cosmic river, sometimes into a swirling galaxy. Billions of points of light emerged and vanished within, illuminating the vast expanse of space.

Within his natal sea of ​​the universe, an early quasi-transcendent lord of the Qiankun God Clan was floating in the heart of the universe, his face distorted and hideous, his eyes wide open but lifeless, obviously enduring the endless pain of being stripped of his origin.

Streams of extremely pure cosmic sea origin power, like a torrent bursting through a dam, surged out from every pore of his body, gushing out from his natal cosmic sea along an invisible bond, sweeping across Su Mo's limbs and bones like a golden waterfall.

Those cells that have not yet completed their transformation are like a long-awaited rain. They rapidly wriggle and expand under the nourishment of the golden origin. The rules of the universe emerge on the cell walls, and pieces of chaos and worlds are quickly born, rapidly transforming into the real universe.

Suddenly, Su Mo, as if aware of something, his brows, previously immersed in his transformation, twitched slightly. The flow of time around him, a million times faster than the outside world, suddenly stagnated, like a surging river crashing against an invisible dam. Then, like a receding tide, it quickly receded, perfectly synchronizing with the rhythm of time outside.

His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the bright light in his eyes was like two golden rainbows piercing through the void, flashing by and then fixing in a certain direction.

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Hundreds of billions of cosmic years away from where Su Mo was in seclusion, the dark aura of death surged like sticky mud, and a figure was slowly walking in the air.

He was an old man wearing a gray Taoist robe covered with fine black and white lines, which looked like tree rings or star tracks, and the flow of the lines exuded a peculiar charm of "birth and death, endless reincarnation".

He has an ancient face, and his wrinkled face is full of traces of time. His eyes are half open and half closed, and the depths of his eyes seem to hide the shadows of the six reincarnations - sometimes the Pure Land of Bliss appears, with the Buddha's light shining, peace and tranquility; sometimes the fire of purgatory appears, with ghosts crying and wolves howling, eerie and terrifying, mysterious and unpredictable.

The old man's steps didn't seem fast, like those of an ordinary mortal strolling through a courtyard. Each step was gentle and silent, yet the moment his foot touched the void, ripples erupted in the chaotic air around him. Where the ripples spread, time and space seemed to rapidly recede and then surge forward—with each step, trillions of cosmic years were silently crossed. Barriers of time and space that would have required the might of a Seventh Heaven and Sea King to traverse were easily penetrated by his feet like thin paper, posing no obstacle at all.

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"The main battle incarnation of the Xuanji Divine Lord of the Samsara Divine Clan - the Kurong Divine Lord."

Su Mo narrowed his eyes and recognized the man at once. He forcibly searched the soul memories of the seven quasi-transcendent masters of the two major divine races of Qiankun and Time and Space. To him, the entire ocean of the universe basically did not have many secrets.

"It seems that this old fellow is coming for me as well!"

These old guys rarely leave their homes, let alone appear in such a remote place.

That’s right, in this world, how many people can remain unmoved by the opportunity of transcendence?

Especially these old guys who are only one step away from achieving enlightenment and transcendence are even more crazy about it. They can give up everything for this opportunity of transcendence.

"It just so happens that I'm in need of the Origin of the Universe Sea to forge a perfect Ninth Heaven Divine Body." Su Mo's fingertips moved slightly, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes, "This old man Ku Rong has arrived at the perfect time!"

Although the Samsara God Clan was the last of the transcendent God Clan to be promoted, its foundation was the weakest among the seven transcendent God Clans. Not to mention compared with the Time and Space God Clan, it was even much inferior to the Qiankun God Clan. There were only eight quasi-transcendent Lords in the clan, but if they were all taken down, there would still be some chance to help him take the last step and forge the perfect Yuandao Divine Body of the Ninth Heaven.

"However, in order to avoid scaring that old Xuan Ji and alerting the enemy, it seems that I need to hold back a little." Su Mo's mind moved slightly, and he had already made a plan.

"The Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs Demon Subduing Divine Formation, rise!"

As Su Mo's voice resounded throughout the natal sea of ​​the universe, thirty-six illusory spiritual bodies quickly took their positions like stars returning to their positions, forming a circular formation at the edge of the natal sea of ​​the universe. Each figure was closely connected with Su Mo's soul, and their breathing revealed a rhythm of the same origin.

"Om..."

Thirty-six rays of constellation light suddenly burst forth from the center of the formation, piercing the natal universe like an inverted Milky Way. The azure light of the Azure Dragon in the east, the sharp golden light of the White Tiger in the west, the blazing flames of the Vermillion Bird in the south, the thick water ripples of the Black Tortoise in the north, combined with the imperial aura of the Purple Star, Taiwei, and Tianshi in the center, intertwined into a dazzling web of light covering the entire natal universe.

Immediately afterwards, the phantoms of thirty-six Celestial Demon Gods slowly emerged from the light net. Some had green faces and fangs, ferocious and terrifying; some had wings on their backs, obscuring the sky and the sun; some wielded giant axes, their eyes wide with anger; some rode on black tortoises, steady as a mountain... Each one emanated a terrifying pressure that could suppress the myriad cosmic rivers, as if they had existed since the dawn of the cosmic sea, carrying an ancient and domineering aura.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the shadow and the illusory body completely merged, the originally restrained golden divine light around Su Mo exploded like a volcanic eruption. The Taoist runes on his body resonated with the formation diagram, turning into golden dragons circling around his body. The momentum of his whole body surged wildly, directly breaking through several small realms, and he seemed to have the potential to rival the perfect and quasi-transcendent master.

"This aura... a perfect and quasi-transcendent Lord, and such an unfamiliar perfect and quasi-transcendent Lord. It must be that human child. That old ghost of time never deceived me." The God of Kuruo's heart sank, and his face became more cautious. He shouted hurriedly, "Fellow Daoist, wait a minute. I have no ill intentions in coming here. I am here on my own orders to tell you something important!"

"It seems to be a little different from what I thought. I want to see what this old man Xuan Ji is up to." Su Mo raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he suppressed the surging fighting spirit.

The golden divine light that surged around his body receded like a tide, and the golden dragon circling around his body turned into runes and merged into his body surface. The momentum that was approaching the perfect and quasi-transcendent master suddenly converged, leaving only a vague pressure, like a dormant giant beast with hidden edge.

His figure moved slightly, and a circle of golden ripples appeared in the void under his feet. He took a step forward and directly crossed a distance of trillions of cosmic years - as if turning the dark energy and space-time barriers in front of him into nothingness.

The next moment...

Su Mo was already standing a hundred feet away from the God of Kuruo. His figure was as straight as a sword. Although the divine light around him was restrained, he had a majesty that looked down on all living beings.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looking down at the God of Withered Glory, his gaze as cold as ice, without a trace of emotion: "Tell me, what is it that I asked you to come here for?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the deathly aura around him seemed to be frozen by an invisible force and stopped flowing. Even the black and white lines flowing on the Taoist robe of the God Ku Rong paused slightly, and the void seemed to become sticky.

The God of Kurong calmed himself down, feeling the other party's seemingly calm but secretly terrifying pressure. He did not dare to neglect it in the slightest. He bowed with both hands slightly, and forced a trace of peace on his face. He slowly said: "Kurong greets fellow Daoist. This time I came here..."

Soon, Lord Kuruo recounted in detail how Lord Time and Lord Qianleng had invited the ancestors of the five tribes of Chaos, Reincarnation, Slaughter, Creation, and Destruction to gather together 300,000 years ago to discuss joining forces to kill Su Mo, how they had finally determined the rules for distributing the opportunity for transcendence, and how they had sworn a supreme oath, agreeing to go to the Abyss of Death to kill him a million years later. His tone was filled with deliberate honesty.

"Old Time is really trying to flatter them. Back then, they were slaughtered by me and fled in panic." Su Mo sneered inwardly, but looked puzzled. "Fellow Daoist, as Old Time said, with the Scar of Time and Space as your guide, you should be able to surround and kill me. Why did I ask you to come and tell me about this?"

He didn't believe that the old man Xuan Ji would not be interested in the opportunity of transcendence in him - after all, that was the ultimate chance for people to achieve enlightenment and transcendence, and no one could really refuse it.

Upon hearing this, the God of Withered Glory smiled bitterly, his tone filled with helplessness, "Daoyou, to be honest, we don't trust that old man. If it's true as they say, and the Trace of Time and Space is still there, they can continue to hunt you down without even joining forces with us. If my predictions are correct, they suffered a loss at your hands in that battle, and were forced to seek outside help."

After a pause, the God of Kuruo changed the subject, his tone becoming more frank. "Secondly, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but my Samsara clan has only been promoted to the Transcendent God Clan for less than a thousand cosmic epochs. Whether it's our own cultivation or our clan's heritage, we still lag behind the other six clans. Even if we eventually defeat you, I'm afraid we'll only be making things easier for them."

At this point, the gaze of the God of Withering and Blooming grew sharper. He stared at Su Mo and said slowly, "Instead of doing this, it would be better to cooperate with you. Don't you think that the seven transcendental gods in the Sea of ​​Universe are a bit too many?"

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