Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Yunlong Fairy City, Outer City, Jiuling Villa.

Su Mo looked towards the Obsidian Continent, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was as cold as frost, as if it could freeze the air. Every word he said was like a sharp blade tempered with black ice, piercing the tranquility around him.

As he finished speaking, the lake's emerald waters, stirred by the chilling aura emanating from him, began to ripple in layers of icy water, condensing into a mass of fine, white frost, crystal clear yet tinged with a biting chill that lingered for a long time. It was as if even the lake's inherent spiritual energy had been completely frozen, and the spirit fish swimming beneath the surface quickly sank to the depths, not daring to stir.

At the back, the two maids' hearts trembled violently when they heard the words. They lowered their heads even lower, almost touching their chests. They even forgot to breathe, and their heartbeats seemed to stop at that moment.

Although they didn't know who the person called "Hei Xuan" was, they were familiar with the three words "Obsidian Clan".

It is a dominant force standing at the top of the entire Cangling Sea. There are many true immortals in the clan, and their methods are so cruel that ordinary cultivators have to hold their breath when mentioning them, for fear of offending the strong in the clan and bringing disaster to themselves and even the clan.

"How could these two mere ants of the seventh-grade Immortal-Building Realm be allowed to hear something like this, something that involves the confidentiality of the Overlord's forces? Master...wouldn't kill them to silence them just to keep it secret, would he?"

A terrible thought arose in the minds of the two people, their fingertips began to tremble slightly, and cold sweat soaked the lining of the light green dress.

"And the master's cultivation level, is he... is he really just a ninth-grade virtual immortal?"

Facing a behemoth like the Obsidian Clan, let alone a ninth-grade virtual immortal, even a ninth-grade celestial immortal is nothing but a humble ant in front of it. They can only behave themselves with their tails between their legs. Who dares to talk about "revenge" easily?

But their master's voice and tone showed no trace of meaning at all, as if he was talking about a very ordinary little thing!

The two men lowered their heads again, not daring to even glance out of the corner of their eyes, just hoping that they could become a speck of dust in the air and be completely ignored by their master.

The only sounds left in the courtyard were the gentle lapping of ripples on the lake's surface, and the icy, almost imperceptible pressure that suffocated them, as if it would transform into an invisible blade in the next second, crushing them completely until even their souls would cease to exist.

Su Mo paid no attention to the panicked maids behind him. Their fear, in his eyes, was no different from the trembling of ants. He turned away from the Obsidian Continent, his lips curled up slightly in a sneer, "Fortunately, I have a trick up my sleeve. Otherwise, if I wanted to reenter the Obsidian Continent, I wouldn't have a good solution in a short time."

Unless he could advance his cultivation to a higher level and be promoted to the third rank of Perfect Immortal, otherwise, with his current level of cultivation, he would not be very confident that he could break through the protective formation, let alone sneak into the Obsidian Continent without anyone noticing.

As soon as he finished speaking, at the edge of the Obsidian Continent, billions of cosmic years away, a speck of dust that had silently drifted down from the Black Wing Divine Ship and mixed into the air flow suddenly trembled slightly on a desolate black rock desert.

The next second...

The dust expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye - first it turned into a black shadow the size of a fist, then stretched into an outline about ten feet high, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a powerful Obsidian clan member wearing black armor.

His skin was as black as ink, and his armor was engraved with tiny animal patterns. He exuded the pure aura of a first-grade celestial being, which was no different from the aura of other powerful Obsidian Clan members. Even the slightest fluctuation of the origin was imitated perfectly, without a single flaw.

The figure slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing the distant black mountains. He glanced meaningfully in the direction of the sacred mountain at the center of the Obsidian Continent, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes. Then, without pausing, his figure flashed, transforming into a streak of black light. Like an arrow from a bow, he streaked into the depths of the Gobi Desert. In a few flashes, he disappeared behind the endless black rocks, blending into the vast territory of the Obsidian Continent, as if he had never appeared, leaving only the howling wind across the Gobi Desert.

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Inside Jiuling Villa.

Su Mo reclined back into the Chaos Immortal Wood rocking chair. The legs of the chair creaked softly as they touched the floor, a rhythmic sound of relaxation. He settled into a comfortable position, his tense shoulders and back slowly relaxing. The sneer on his face faded, a meaningful smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were deep, as if he was calculating a long-term chess game.

The white frost on the lake seemed to have sensed the change in Su Mo's breath, and it quietly melted away like a living thing, turning into fine water droplets that merged into the green waves, dripping; the ripples that had been frozen by the cold air gradually calmed down, and a warm luster appeared again. The spirit fish wagged their tails at the bottom of the water, bringing out tiny water ripples, and the entire small lake returned to its former elegance and tranquility, as if the icy pressure that was enough to freeze the world had never appeared, and everything was just an illusion.

Only the two maids remained with their heads bowed, not daring to breathe. The slight trembling of their pale green skirts betrayed their lingering fear. The faint, heavy aura in the air had not yet completely dissipated, like an invisible string, taut around their hearts. They could sense their master's aura returning to a lazy, calm state, yet they dared not move even a little. The momentary chill had instilled a deep sense of awe in their hearts, making them realize that this seemingly gentle "Ninth-Rank Immortal" before them was far beyond their comprehension.

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Spring goes and autumn comes, and thousands of years pass in the blink of an eye.

Obsidian Continent, Black Turbid City.

This big city located in the southeast of the continent is like a giant beast crawling on the black soil, stretching for more than a million light years.

The city wall is constructed of a mixture of obsidian and black gold iron, and is over ten light years high. Densely packed defensive runes are engraved on the wall, which glows darkly in the sunlight and exudes a terrifying pressure that is enough to withstand the attacks of an eighth-grade celestial being for a short period of time.

The streets and alleys in the city are crisscrossed like the blood vessels of a giant beast. Black figures shuttle back and forth. There are Obsidian warriors wearing battle armor and with a strong aura, as well as monks from other tribes. They are all walking in a hurry, exuding a solemn and dignified atmosphere that matches the temperament of this city.

The Heizhuo City is extremely powerful. There are many seventh-grade immortals in the city, who are in charge of important matters such as defense, commerce, and punishment. There are also rumors that there is an old monster at the eighth-grade immortal level living in seclusion in the city. Although he has been in seclusion for many years, he guards the fortune of the entire city like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, making the surrounding forces dare not touch them lightly.

On this day, all the immortals of the third rank and above in Heizhuo City put down their current affairs and gathered in a huge square in the city lord's mansion. There were twelve stone pillars with coiled dragons around them. The dragon patterns were lifelike and exuded a faint dragon power.

The celestial beings were arranged in order of their cultivation levels. The third-grade, fourth-grade, fifth-grade, and sixth-grade celestial beings stood neatly behind several seventh-grade celestial beings. Each of them had an upright posture and a restrained aura, but they could not hide the solemnity between their brows, and even their breathing was a little steadier than usual.

From time to time, they all looked up into the void, with a hint of anticipation and awe in their eyes, as if they were waiting for the arrival of some important person.

Around the square, guards, the weakest of whom were at the level of a third-grade Void Immortal, had already set up layers of security, forbidding any outsiders from approaching. An invisible tension hung in the air, even the wind seemed to stagnate, stirring up black dust from the ground, which swirled around the square for a long time, adding a touch of solemnity.

Suddenly, a seventh-rank celestial immortal raised his hand, and the whispers of the immortals fell silent. Only the soft sound of breathing filled the square. Everyone's gaze once again turned to the void. Above the azure sky, a layer of dark clouds stretched for over a hundred light-years, rapidly approaching their Black Turbid City. Wherever it passed, all light was ruthlessly swallowed, leaving behind a dark trail.

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After tea time.

The layer of dark clouds that stretched for a hundred light years was hovering over the Lord's Mansion in Heizhuo City, covering the entire mansion like a huge piece of black jade. The sunlight was completely blocked out, and the square was instantly plunged into darkness. Only the faint light on the rune wall outlined the silhouettes of the people, adding a bit of mystery and oppression.

The next second...

"Om..."

An overwhelming pressure radiated from the dark clouds, sweeping across the City Lord's Mansion like a tsunami. This pressure far surpassed that of a seventh-grade celestial immortal by a hundred times, carrying an innate dignity and dominance. Wherever it passed, the air became thick as paste, and fine cracks appeared on the black fairy jade floor of the square, spreading like spider webs. Even the entire City Lord's Mansion trembled slightly, as if it had to bow before this power, not daring to resist even the slightest bit.

Almost at the same time, the expressions of all the people in the City Lord's Mansion on the square, including those seventh-grade immortals who usually acted high and mighty, changed drastically. The immortal energy in their bodies surged uncontrollably, their legs softened, and they all knelt down with their foreheads pressed tightly against the ground. They didn't even have the courage to look up.

"Welcome the Son of God!"

Tens of thousands of voices, in unison, carrying barely concealed awe and fear, echoed in the dim square, hitting the edge of the dark clouds, causing them to roll slightly, as if responding to their worship.

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"A son of a true immortal is a good target."

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