Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

"Boom..."

There was another deafening roar, even more violent than the previous one, as if the entire sky was torn apart. Chaotic air currents surged in the cracks, carrying a power that was enough to swallow the stars, making everything between heaven and earth pale in comparison.

Then, a pitch-black portal slowly appeared in the sky. It wasn't a grand portal, less than a million light-years high and half a million light-years wide, but it emanated a dark aura that swallowed all light, like a bottomless passageway to nothingness.

What's strange is that no matter where one is in the Yunguang Continent, all living beings can clearly see this portal hanging in the sky when they look up, as if it has been imprinted on everyone's retina, lingering and carrying a sense of fateful oppression, making the members of the nine slave tribes breathe heavily.

The next second...

One after another, black divine ships, about tens of thousands of light years long, emerged from the pitch-black portal, their hulls carved with totems of ferocious beasts: there were chaos wolves that devoured the sky and the earth, with their fangs bared; there were obsidian rocs that blocked out the sky and the sun, with wings like swords; and there were ancient wild bulls that stepped on the stars, with a fierce momentum... There was a cold metallic luster flowing, and a murderous aura was revealed.

Each Shenzhou is like a moving black star, suspended in the void with a momentum that can crush the ages. Wherever it passes, the space on all sides continues to twist and crack, as if it is about to be crushed by this pressure.

On the Shenzhou, there are figures standing one after another - their outlines are quite similar to those of humans, but they have completely different characteristics: their skin is as dark as ten-thousand-year-old coal, and it glows with a cold metallic light in the sun; their bodies are hundreds of light years tall, and the proportions of their heads and torsos are slightly exaggerated, making them look extremely burly, and every inch of their muscles contains the power to collapse mountains and split seas; they are dressed in tailor-made black divine armor, and the armor is engraved with intricate runes, and there is a faint flow of electric light, which adds a bit of domineering and majesty.

Some of them stood with their hands behind their backs, their gazes indifferently sweeping over the continent below; some of them leaned against the side of the boat, playing with the celestial treasures that sparkled with divine light with their fingertips.

There was an innate arrogance between their brows, and their eyes were filled with contempt for this land. Occasionally, they would glance at the nine slave tribes as if they were looking at livestock in a cage, and the curve of their mouths was full of undisguised superiority, as if they were born superior and looking down on everyone was just a natural instinct.

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In the center of the Yunguang Continent, above the gigantic volcano that was tens of millions of light years tall, in a small chaotic world that had only been developed for thirteen chaotic eras, the spatial barrier was emitting a faint chaotic halo, firmly locking the breath inside.

Su Mo's eyes suddenly opened, and stars seemed to appear and disappear in them, a divine light shone brightly. Penetrating the barrier of the small world, like two invisible swords, they quickly swept across the black divine ships in the sky, easily seeing through the true and false of every Obsidian Clan genius on board, taking in their cultivation level.

"First-grade celestial immortal... fifth-grade celestial immortal... and even ninth-grade celestial immortal..." He whispered in his heart, tapping lightly on the air with his fingertips, stirring up circles of tiny ripples.

Among these Obsidian Clan disciples, the lowest level of cultivation is also a first-grade celestial immortal, which is equivalent to the king of the first layer of the cosmic sea; and the strongest among them have even stepped into the realm of ninth-grade celestial immortals, comparable to the king of the ninth layer of the cosmic sea.

What is even more shocking is that the trials in the Yunguang Continent have strict age limits - the lifespan of the entrants must not exceed one cosmic era.

In the sea of ​​the universe, the king of the ninth heaven sea of ​​the universe, who has existed for less than one cosmic era, is completely a legend. Apart from him, there is no second person. Even the king of the first heaven sea of ​​the universe is worthy of being called a top genius. Looking at the seven transcendent gods, there are hardly many such people in one cosmic era.

But there are already hundreds of Obsidian people appearing at this moment. If we count those who have not yet passed through the time and space portal to enter the Yunguan Continent, I am afraid the number will not be less than a thousand.

"The Ancient Immortal Realm is indeed worthy of being called the upper realm."

Su Mo sighed softly, his heart agitated. Compared to this world, the ocean of the universe was like a shallow beach, a mere insignificant wave on the boundless ocean.

The Obsidian Clan is merely one of the three overlords of the remote southern Cangling Sea region of the Ancient Immortal Realm. In the entire Ancient Immortal Realm, while not considered inferior, they are definitely not at the top, yet they can produce so many geniuses and demons. Just how terrifying are the giant forces at the center of the Ancient Immortal Realm?

I'm afraid that if you grab them casually, they will be a group of ninth-grade celestial beings that have existed for less than one cosmic era.

He subconsciously estimated his lifespan. If converted into the time scale of the ancient fairyland, at his current age, in this world, he could probably only barely deserve the word "genius", and was far from being a brilliant talent.

At this time, the dark space-time portal in the void finally made a dull humming sound, and the chaotic airflow at the edge gradually subsided. The portal slowly closed like a giant eye, and finally completely disappeared in the sky, leaving only faint space ripples rippling in place, as if it had never appeared.

At this moment, the number of black divine ships in the void had doubled compared to before, densely packed and hovering above the clouds like a group of dormant black beasts. Su Mo counted carefully and saw that the number of Obsidian Clan prodigies who had entered the Cloud Light Continent was indeed over a thousand, a full 1,268. Among them, there were even eight ninth-grade Celestial Immortals. Each of them exuded a powerful aura that could shake the void. Even compared to some Quasi-True Immortals, they were not much weaker, clearly possessing the power to challenge those of higher levels.

next moment......

“Swoosh…swoosh…swoosh…”

Hundreds of black divine ships began to move, cutting through the sky like black lightning. The airflow caused by the ship's hull tore through the clouds, making a sharp whistling sound, like the scythe of the god of death being swung.

Their aura spread out unscrupulously like a hurricane, with an overwhelming arrogance. They had no intention of concealing their whereabouts and did not take the immortals of the nine slave tribes seriously at all. It was as if these tribes burning with hatred were nothing but insignificant dust on the roadside that could be destroyed with a flip of a hand.

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In the central part of Yunguang Continent, in the small chaotic world.

Su Mo's eyes swept across the black divine ships quickly, as sharp as an eagle, as if searching for the most suitable target among thousands of figures.

After a few breaths, his sight fixed on an exceptionally large black divine ship. The bow of that divine ship was carved with a black obsidian devil eagle with its wings spread. There were more than a dozen people standing on the ship. Their cultivation was not very high, and the strongest person was a sixth-grade celestial immortal.

Immediately afterwards, Su Mo's figure moved slightly, like a wisp of green smoke merging into the void, and instantly disappeared into the chaotic small world, without leaving even a trace of spiritual power fluctuation, silently.

The next second...

With a light "puff" sound, the chaotic small world that had existed for thirteen chaotic eras seemed to have suffered an invisible destructive blow. The chaotic halo on the space barrier receded like a tide, revealing the fragile void inside.

Then, the entire small world began to collapse inward, countless tiny space fragments flew out, and were crushed by the surrounding rules of heaven and earth in an instant, and finally turned into nothingness, as if it had never existed above this volcano, without even a trace of energy fluctuation left, as clean as a dream.

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

For ten thousand years, the Yunguang Continent was ravaged by incessant warfare, its roars and screams interwoven into a melody of despair. Members of the nine great slave tribes were continually slain by the proud champions of the Obsidian Clan, their blood staining the mountains and valleys red. The sight of broken bodies lying in their former homes was a horrifying sight. Natural treasures, guarded for countless ages, were swiftly plundered, forcibly torn from the very soil where they were rooted, becoming stepping stones for the advancement of the Obsidian Clan's descendants. The entire continent was shrouded in the smoke and blood of gunpowder. The once vibrant land gradually took on a deadly stillness, even the very essence of the air becoming turbid.

In the southern part of the Yunguang Continent, the Qingyuan Divine Mountain still towers above the plains. Standing for hundreds of eons, its emerald green peak resembles a peerless divine spear forged from countless spiritual woods, piercing the heavens as if to pierce a hole in the sky. A white mist perpetually lingers on the summit, faint streams of light visible through it—this is the unique spiritual mist of Qingyuan Divine Mountain, brimming with the pure essence of wood. Just one breath of it is enough to equal a day's hard training for a first-grade celestial immortal.

"Whoosh..."

A black Shenzhou with a ferocious chaotic black dragon carved on its bow came through the air, with a faint black mist surrounding the hull, like a moving shadow, making sharp sounds as it cut through the sky. In less than a cup of tea, the Shenzhou landed steadily above the Qingyuan Divine Mountain.

"Strange? Where did the eight-armed black ape go? And what about the Qingyuan divine flower? Why is it gone?"

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