Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

"Yes! It must be so!"

Tianyuan Patriarch's eyes suddenly blazed with a terrifying brilliance, so intense it nearly pierced the dome of the Renzu Temple. The thought within him, like a new sprout breaking through the ground, instantly spread wildly within his heart, taking root and becoming unwavering.

Beings below the level of King of the Universe Sea were fine. Unless their true spirits were completely annihilated or another King of the Universe Sea intervened, those powerful beings who had reached the King of the Universe Sea realm could still reverse local time and space, retrieve their remaining souls from the river of time, rebuild their bodies, and achieve resurrection from the dead. However, once these Kings of the Universe Sea themselves perished, their true spirits dissipated into chaos. Even those quasi-transcendent Lords, halfway to the realm of transcendence, would have no chance of resurrecting them. This was the imprisonment of the Supreme Will of the Universe Sea, an insurmountable barrier that even quasi-transcendent Lords could not overcome.

Only the legendary transcendent Lord can possess the supreme power to reverse cause and effect and reunite the true spirit!

Looking at the entire ocean of the universe, who else could be capable of achieving transcendence and willing to expend such tremendous power to save a small eight-star tribe like the human race except that person?

"I never thought... that the human race would one day become a race beyond the gods?"

Patriarch Tianyuan murmured to himself, his whole body seemed to be in a dream, his fingertips were trembling slightly, and he felt an unreal dizziness, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

The eight-star high-level protoss weren't at the bottom of the cosmic sea, but they were definitely not at the top either. There were at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, races more powerful than the human race. A random nine-star protoss could easily crush them all. But what about the transcendent protoss? There were only a handful of them in the entire cosmic sea, countable on two hands! They were the supreme races that truly stood at the pinnacle of the cosmic sea, towering above billions of protoss. They were the makers of rules, the controllers of order, and their every word and action shaped the very fabric of the cosmic sea.

The gap between the two is more than just 180,000 cosmic years. It is simply the chasm between dust and the sun and moon, the difference between a trickle and the vast ocean!

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Outside the Tianyuan Universe.

Su Mo's gaze passed indifferently over the still-dazed Tianyuan Patriarch, but he didn't pause. For him, reshaping the human race's territory was merely the fulfillment of an old wish. He and Tianyuan Patriarch had no prior connection, and there was no need for them to meet now. Their paths diverged, and the chasm in their realms had already doomed their paths to never intersect again. To dwell on them would only create more obstacles and be meaningless.

His figure moved slightly, and he had crossed the endless time and space, like a green rainbow penetrating layers of cosmic barriers, and returned to the familiar world - the Nine Spirits Continent of the Shenxiao Universe, the Zhennan Palace.

The sacred trees in the palace were lush and leafy, with morning dew still on their green leaves, reflecting a glittering light; the chessboard on the stone table still had remnants of an unfinished game from years past, with black and white pieces arranged in an orderly fashion, as if someone had been playing chess there just a moment before; the air was filled with the faint scent of ink and the fresh air of plants, warm and tranquil, exactly as it looked when I remembered leaving, even the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops was exactly the same.

Su Mo stood beside the chessboard, his fingertips brushing across the patterns on the stone table. A cool touch came from his fingertips, but his eyes gradually became deep, as if he had penetrated the tranquility in front of him and saw the distant future.

The current peace was only temporary. In a billion years at most, he would have to leave the Sea of ​​Cosmos and journey to the Upper Realm.

No one knows what the legendary upper world is like, and how many dangers it hides.

Neither the Chaos God Clan nor the other six major God Clan have any records of the upper realm.

And what about the Chaos Ancestor and the other five ancestors who ascended to the upper realm thousands of cosmic epochs ago? Are they alive or dead now? What level of strength have they reached? Do they still care about the things in the lower realm? If they meet, will they be enemies or friends?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, eventually turning into a resolute will—to improve his strength! Only with absolute strength could he cope with unknown variables and remain invincible in any situation.

next moment......

"Whoosh..."

A sudden flash of silver light flashed within Su Mo's natal Universe Ocean. A mid-stage, quasi-transcendent Lord from the Spacetime God Clan, whom he had suppressed, appeared like a puppet above the Heart of the Universe. Imprisoned by invisible True Immortal power, he had no room to struggle, and only endless fear and despair filled his eyes.

Almost the moment he appeared, the "Hongmeng Wuliang Zhenxian Sutra" within Su Mo's body was activated to its full potential. The golden text flowed in the depths of his natal cosmic sea, emitting a magnificent divine power. The Heart of the Universe trembled violently, and a devouring force even more terrifying than the one that had previously devoured the five universes surged out, like an invisible giant net, instantly enveloping the entire body of the mid-stage Quasi-Transcendent Lord.

"No, senior, spare my life..."

A shrill scream echoed through his natal Universe Ocean, but it couldn't prevent the fate of his essence being drained away. His Universe Ocean essence was like a flood bursting through a dam, forcibly pulled out by the devouring force, transforming into streams of silver light that continuously flowed into Su Mo's limbs and bones.

Every time a ray of essence entered Su Mo's body, every cell in his body would emit a soft hum. Within the previously silent sea of ​​cellular universes, miniature universes sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

The body of the mid-stage Quasi-Transcendent Lord began to shrink at a visible rate. From its initial divine body of over a hundred million cosmic years, to tens of millions, then millions... its skin rapidly shrivelled, its divine light dimmed. The terrifying power that once easily annihilated countless cosmic rivers dissipated like the receding tide. In just three thousand years, it had become a mere skeleton, its eyes still staring intently, filled with resentment and malice.

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Create the universe, create the temple.

Deep in the palace, on the throne of creation formed by the interweaving of the pure energy of chaos and the purple energy of primordial chaos, the God of Evolution suddenly stood up. His yin and yang eyes, which had been calm as a well, were now surging with turbulent waves. The bright moon in his left eye and the scorching sun in his right eye were flickering violently, reflecting an indescribable shock.

"In just three thousand years..."

He murmured to himself, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the armrests of the throne. The star map carved on it that was billions of years old was slightly rippled by his strength.

Although he already knew how terrifying Su Mo was, and vaguely guessed that the five major divine races, including Chaos, Time and Space, would most likely be destroyed by him, in his opinion, with the eternal heritage of the five races, they would be able to sustain for hundreds of billions of years, and even make Su Mo pay a heavy price.

After all, the five tribes hold the mark of the origin of the Lord of Transcendence - that is the strongest trump card known to all the major transcendent gods, and it is their greatest reliance for going through countless cosmic eras without being liquidated by later generations. The power is so strong that it is enough to make any transcendent lord fear it.

But the reality is that in just three thousand years, the five tribes were destroyed one after another.

This was the time it took him to receive the news. If we talk about the actual progress, it would probably be even shorter.

The Evolution God Venerable took a deep breath, a thin layer of cold sweat breaking out on his back. Fortunately, he had not followed the old ghost of time and had chosen to backstab the alliance and join forces with Su Mo. Otherwise, the names of their Creation God Clan would surely be added to the list of those to be exterminated.

Before the fear in my heart faded away, an irrepressible excitement and excitement swept over me, diluting the fear.

In the past 23 billion years, although the Creation God Clan took advantage of the momentum of their great victory to encroach on many outer territories, they always exercised restraint, especially towards the Chaos God Clan. They only occupied some marginal cosmic rivers and did not even touch the core Chaos Origin Universe Sea. In case Su Mo failed to destroy the five clans, there would be room for maneuver.

Now that the five tribes have been destroyed, this concern naturally disappears.

The next second...

The voice of the God of Evolution was like a huge bell, echoing directly in the sea of ​​consciousness of the current patriarch of the Creation God Clan, the God of Lingxuan: "Lingxuan!"

Lingxuan Divine Venerable, who was listening to his subordinates' report, was shocked and quickly bowed and stood by: "Grandfather, your grandson is here!"

"No need to hold back." The voice of the Evolution God was filled with unquestionable majesty. "Pass the order down, have all the men go all out and seize all the territories of the five clans as quickly as possible. The core universe, the inheritance temple, the resource veins... Don't let any of them go!"

"Yes!" Lingxuan Divine Venerable's eyes flashed with ecstasy. He was about to accept the order and retreat, but he heard Yanhua Divine Venerable add a sentence, his tone more solemn than before: "Also, send a message to the entire army - if they encounter the human race, let them retreat immediately. Even if the other party is just a master of the universe, they must not engage in any conflict with them. Those who violate the order will be treated as traitors!"

"My grandson understands!"

Lord Lingxuan replied respectfully that the human race was the tribe that person belonged to. Anyone who dared to target the human race at this time would undoubtedly be lighting a lamp in the toilet - seeking death!

Even if his ancestors didn't say anything, he would never dare to provoke the human race.

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Within just a few years, similar oracles continued to be heard from the ancestral lands of the Samsara Protoss and other nine-star clans, and armies of the Protoss sharpened their swords and headed towards the territories of the five clans.

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Time flies, and tens of millions of years have passed.

"Pfft..."

At the stone table in the Zhennan Palace, Su Mo's tightly closed eyes slowly opened. A divine light flickered in his eyes, yet it couldn't conceal his deep disappointment. The five great transcendental divine races, with dozens of quasi-transcendent masters, were nothing to him at this moment. Forget about achieving great success or perfection in the first level of the Hongmeng Wuliang Zhenxian Sutra; even reaching minor success was still a long way off.

Then, Su Mo raised his hand and brushed across the chessboard on the stone table. His fingertips brushed across an unmoved chess piece, and he whispered to himself, "I hope these five marks of the origin of the Transcendent Lord can help me make a breakthrough."

As soon as he finished speaking, five-colored light appeared in his palm, emitting the original aura of chaos, time and space, heaven and earth, killing, and destruction. Each one contained a power enough to shake the sea of ​​​​the universe, and it was the original mark of the ancestors of the five great gods.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another 600 million years have passed.

The plants and trees in the Zhennan Palace have withered and flourished countless times, but Su Mo has always stood quietly beside the stone table, like an unchanging statue. Only the power of the true immortal flowing through his body proves that he is still practicing his skills.

When the last of the Origin Marks exhausted its last trace of Transcendent Origin and transformed into tiny streaks of light that dissipated into the natal Universe Ocean, Su Mo opened his eyes again. The disappointment in his eyes, though slightly lighter than it had been tens of millions of years ago, hadn't completely dissipated.

These five origin marks of the Transcendent Lord were indeed much stronger than those of the Quasi-Transcendent Lords, but they only allowed him to break through a small realm and step into the first level of minor success.

If you want to achieve great success, you will need at least hundreds of such origin marks, not to mention perfection.

No wonder none of the Chaos Ancestors stayed in the Sea of ​​the Universe for too long. Many of them couldn't wait to ascend before the Sea of ​​the Universe even reached its limit. It was really because the resources of the Sea of ​​the Universe and the Lord of Transcendence were too scarce. Staying here was just a waste of time.

"It seems that after arranging some trivial matters, it is time for me to ascend to the upper realm!"

"I wonder what the upper realm is like? Will it be like what was described in my previous life's novel, where upon ascending, I'll be captured and forced to mine for a thousand cosmic epochs?"

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