Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Yunlong Fairy City, Outer City, Jiuling Villa.

This name was chosen by Su Mo to commemorate the Jiuling Continent that once carried him on the road to rise. There is a hint of nostalgic warmth between the lines.

Deep within the manor, a small lake, roughly the size of a ten-acre field, rippled with emerald green waves. The water was so clear that it reflected the clouds and the sky. The round jade stones at the bottom of the water shone with a warm luster. Colorful spirit fish swam around, stirring up tiny halos of light. A faint, primordial energy lingered on the surface of the lake, flowing like a veil, refracting the sunlight and emitting a rainbow of colors, a dreamlike illusion.

Su Mo lay by the lake in a rocking chair crafted from Chaos Fairy Wood. The wood was as smooth as jade, with a subtle sense of Chaos currents flowing through its veins. The chair swayed gently in the breeze, making a subtle creaking sound, a lazy, leisurely rhythm that complemented the gentle ripples on the lake.

Two graceful maids stood at his side, each dressed in a simple, light green dress, delicately embroidered with intricate patterns of spiritual herbs, their hems swaying in the breeze. One held a translucent jade tray, upon which lay sliced ​​"Purple Cloud Fairy Fruit," its flesh plump and juicy, tinged with a faint purple halo, emitting a refreshing fragrance. The other held an ivory jade fan painted with a distant, inky mountain landscape. Gently waving it, she brought gusts of coolness shrouded in spiritual mist. Her movements were as gentle as the flutter of a butterfly's wings, and her demeanor was as reverent as if addressing a deity. Even her breathing was extremely soft, fearing to disturb the tranquility.

This was the slave girl he had chosen from the slave market after settling into Yunlong Immortal City. The millions of maids within his natal universe, while loyal, were constrained by the rules of the ancient immortal realm. Before breaking through to the True Immortal realm, they could not leave his natal universe and enter the ancient immortal realm. He had no choice but to find someone else to tend to the estate. He couldn't let a True Immortal like him sweep the yard and do chores himself, thus lowering his status.

In addition to the two who served him closely, he also purchased eight female slaves, all of whom were from the seventh to ninth rank of the Immortal Cultivation Realm. They were beautiful, nimble, and each had their own strengths. In the slave market of Yunlong Immortal City, female slaves of this level of cultivation and appearance were considered top-notch, perfectly matching his current status as a "Ninth Rank Void Immortal." They were neither ostentatious nor sufficient for his daily needs; it was just the right amount.

A breeze blew across the lake, bringing with it moist water vapor and the fragrance of the spiritual herbs on the shore. The rhythm of the rocking chair gradually slowed down, as if it wanted to breathe with the heaven and earth.

Suddenly, Su Mo's tightly closed eyes slowly opened. At first, there was a clear and calmness in his eyes, like an undisturbed ancient well. Then, layers of light and shadows appeared, as if billions of stars were born and died in them, containing the infinite mysteries of the universe. Even the surrounding light was sucked into the depths.

The next second...

Su Mo's gaze penetrated the wall of Jiuling Villa, passed over the glittering white jade wall of Yunlong Fairy City, and ignored the roaring turbulence of the void and the broken and sharp fragments of rules around him. Like two indestructible divine rainbows, he headed straight for the distant airspace billions of cosmic years away, taking in everything there.

Almost simultaneously, a figure stepped out of a palace aboard the Black Winged Divine Ship, a first-grade True Immortal artifact, and onto the inky black deck. It was a proud figure of the Obsidian Clan, clad in black battle armor. He exuded the powerful aura of a sixth-grade Perfect Celestial Immortal. His eyes, gleaming like lightning, gazed into the distance—there, a vast continent slowly unfolded in the void. Its majestic outline, several times larger than the Cloud Light Continent, resembled a dormant ancient beast, emanating a tremendous pressure.

A visible celestial light curtain enveloped the continent like a veil. As the patterns shifted, ferocious beasts occasionally appeared—a Chaos Wolf devouring the heavens and earth, a Netherworld Tortoise tumbling the seas and rivers, their fangs bared and claws wielding terror. From time to time, sharp rays of light ripped through the void, gleaming with a destructive aura, like swords hanging overhead, a murderous intent looming. Even the surrounding light was twisted into strange arcs, reflecting a terrifying aura that made one's heart tremble, as if taking even a single step would shred them into ash.

It was a hundred times more terrifying than the protective formation of Yunlong Immortal City. The pressure of a True Immortal emanating from deep within the formation's base was as heavy as a prison, clearly a joint effort of multiple True Immortals. Forget ordinary Celestial Immortals; even a fourth-rank True Immortal who dared to trespass would inevitably be retaliated by the formation's patterns, leaving them bloodied and their bodies shattered.

This continent is the ancestral home of the Obsidian Clan - the Obsidian Continent.

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Time flies, and a hundred years have passed.

Like a streak of black lightning streaking across the sky, the Black Winged Divine Ship finally reached the edge of the Obsidian Continent. As the Divine Ship approached, the terrifying immortal light curtain that enveloped the continent, as if drawn by an invisible hand, automatically revealed a gap just wide enough for the Black Winged Divine Ship to pass through. The ferocious aura flowing from the array converged there, revealing the deep, dark outline of the continent within, as if a giant beast had opened a breathing passage.

Without a pause, the Black Winged Divine Ship effortlessly passed through the protective formation, appearing in the skies above the Obsidian Continent in an instant. The mountains, rivers, and black city below were all visible. Black figures shuttled back and forth within the city, creating a solemn and murderous aura. The Divine Ship continued its pace, hurtling towards the center of the Obsidian Continent. Wherever it passed, the Obsidian Clan members in the cities below looked up in awe. Many even knelt on the ground, clearly recognizing it as the vehicle of their True Immortal ancestor and daring not to disrespect it in the slightest.

However, no one, including Patriarch Heiyuan, a second-grade True Immortal, noticed that at the moment the Shenzhou passed through the light curtain of the large formation, a speck of dust, even more inconspicuous than dust, quietly fell from the gap in the deck of the Black Wing Shenzhou and mixed into the air flow at the edge of the continent, silently, as if it belonged to this world.

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Another hundred years passed.

The Black Winged Divine Ship hovered steadily in the center of the Obsidian Continent, above the top of a sacred mountain that looked like a pillar of heaven.

This mountain rises from the ground, piercing the clouds as if poking a hole through the heavens. Composed of pure black, immortal gold rock, its surface is incomparably solid, inscribed with billions of ancient runes, radiating a dark luster. It seems to have stood here since the birth of the Obsidian Continent, emanating a majestic aura that suppresses the ages and is awe-inspiring. Atop the mountain, shrouded in mist, the faint outlines of palaces and pavilions can be seen, exuding a sacred and majestic air.

next moment......

The Black Abyss Patriarch rose first, releasing the pressure of a Second-Rank True Immortal. He led over a thousand proud members of the Obsidian Clan out in a file, stepping from the Black Winged Divine Ship to the summit of the sacred mountain. Their toes tapped the air as they ascended a staircase paved with black jade. Flanking the steps were ferocious stone carvings of ferocious beasts, breathing out primordial mist and emitting a terrifying aura, as if ready to awaken from their slumber at any moment and devour all life.

The group marched in unison, quickly entering the magnificent temple. The temple was constructed entirely of Black Absolute Divine Gold, a first-grade True Immortal-level treasure. A massive black orb nestled in the ceiling swallowed up all surrounding light, yet a faint glow shone from within, illuminating every corner. Carved into the pillars were the images of past True Immortals of the Obsidian Clan. Each one was imposing and lifelike, as if they could descend from the pillars at any moment to survey the younger generation.

Thirteen people were already waiting for them inside the temple. Some were sitting, some were standing, and each of them exuded an unparalleled aura, far surpassing the Quasi-True Immortal realm. They were clearly True Immortals. Five of them exuded a pressure that surpassed that of the Black Abyss Patriarch, a Second-Rank True Immortal.

Especially the slightly thin, black-clad elder seated on the throne at the very top of the temple, who was like an unshakable abyss. His eyes were slightly closed, his face haggard, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. Yet, the aura emanating from him was terrifying to the extreme—an unparalleled pressure that could eclipse the heavens and earth, freezing the very laws of nature. It surpassed the power of the Black Abyss Patriarch by a thousand, ten thousand times, like a silent black hole, devouring all surrounding forces.

In front of him, the Black Abyss Ancestor was like an insignificant speck of dust. A random breath from him could completely suppress and crush his immortal body and soul, leaving him no room for resistance.

Hei Xuan Zhenxian, the pillar of the Obsidian clan, is also the strongest Zhenxian ancestor of the Obsidian clan. He is the faith and pillar of the entire clan.

"Black Dragon Formation, suppress!"

As the last genius walked into the hall, the Black Xuan True Immortal sitting on the throne at the top suddenly shouted softly. The voice contained some kind of laws of heaven and earth. As soon as it came out, it turned into thousands of black dragon patterns and exploded in the void in the hall.

Immediately afterwards, the entire temple seemed to come alive, with dragon roars, and even the black orb on the top of the temple began to ripple.

Countless ink-black dragon shadows surged out from the walls, pillars, and ground surrounding the hall. The dragon scales gleamed with a cold metallic luster, and the dragon claws tore through the air, making sharp whistles and carrying a breath of destruction.

They were densely packed, connected end to end, weaving a net that covered the Black Abyss Ancestor and thousands of Obsidian Clan geniuses, leaving no gaps at all, forming a huge black cage that was airtight.

"Grandfather, please don't..."

The sudden change caused a panic among the Obsidian Clan's geniuses. The blood drained from many of their faces, and they looked at the Black Xuan True Immortal on the throne with confusion, their eyes full of bewilderment and fear. They didn't understand what they had done wrong that the clan's pillar of support suddenly took action to suppress them. Their hearts were filled with grievances and confusion.

What's worse, some people subconsciously used their immortal power to try to break free. The immortal light collided with the black dragon, making a dull sound, but they were suppressed by the terrifying pressure emanating from the black dragon, as if they were trapped in a quagmire, unable to move at all.

"Everyone, be quiet!" The Black Abyss Patriarch's face changed, and he shouted coldly, forcibly suppressing the surging True Immortal Power in his body. Without the slightest resistance, he allowed those sturdy black dragons to entangle and bind him. "The ancestor has his reasons for doing this, and you must not be so presumptuous!"

Seeing this, the Obsidian Clan's proud leaders, though still filled with confusion, dared not disobey. They looked at the Black Abyss Patriarch, bound tightly by the black dragons, and then at the serene Black Mystic True Immortal on the throne. Ultimately, they gave up resistance, lowering their heads and eyes, allowing the black dragons to entangle and bind them like iron chains.

The Black Dragon Formation tightened, its shadows intertwining to form a vast black cage, trapping everyone in its center. The air within the hall seemed frozen, leaving only the deep roar of the black dragon and the slightly rapid breathing of the crowd. The Black Xuan True Immortal slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over everyone within the formation one by one. A dark light flickered in his eyes, as if he were examining them, searching for something.

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