Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

In the outer city of Heizhuo City, there is a black palace built of obsidian.

There were no windows in the hall, only the dark blue gems inlaid on the walls emitted a faint cold light, illuminating the ferocious beast patterns carved on the four walls. There were black dragons that swallowed the sky, and bone wolves that devoured souls. Every pattern exuded a bloody aura of murder, as if it would break free from the stone wall at any time.

A figure dressed in black was sitting cross-legged on a stone couch in the hall. A faint cold light emanated from his body, but it did not affect the pure aura of a first-grade celestial being that lingered around him at all. He was as calm as still water, and was totally out of tune with the solemnity in the hall.

Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open, a flash of black light flashed in his eyes, as deep as the abyss, as if he could see through illusions. His gaze penetrated the thick stone walls of the palace and went straight to the direction of the City Lord's Mansion. With a bit of amusement and exploration, he took in the pressure and movement over there.

After a moment, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into an arc of interest, and his fingertips tapped lightly on his knees, making a light "thump thump" sound. The rhythm was neither fast nor slow, and it intertwined with the faint whistling sound of the wind coming from outside the hall, as if it was an accompaniment for the upcoming show.

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Above the City Lord's Mansion Square, the thick, inky clouds gradually dispersed and retreated to both sides like a curtain, revealing a figure shrouded in layers of golden halo.

A man was wearing a dark golden robe with a lifelike black dragon totem embroidered on the corner of the robe. The dragon scales were dotted with tiny star gems, which shone with noble luster in the dim light. Every step he took seemed to be accompanied by the roar of a dragon.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, surrounded by dozens of powerful guards. All of them were at least fifth-level celestial immortals, with immortal energy condensed like substance. The two in the lead had even entered the ninth-level celestial immortal realm, their auras as vast as the ocean, yet they all lowered their heads and eyes, their postures respectful to the point of humility, even their breathing was deliberately light, making them look like the moon surrounded by stars, making the figure in the center even more dazzling.

The Son of God Youjue had a defiant look in his eyes as he swept over the kneeling crowd below one by one, with an innate arrogance, as if everything in the world was dust, and no one could enter his eyes or be taken seriously by him. His whole body exuded a coldness that kept people at a distance, and the alienation between his brows was even colder than the chill in the square, as if even the sunlight didn't want to stay on his face for long.

He didn't utter a single word from beginning to end, but the invisible pressure weighed heavily on everyone's heart like a physical object, causing all the kneeling people to be terrified and even breathe cautiously, for fear that they would displease the Son of God.

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After a few breaths.

The Son of the Youjue God finally moved. He raised his brows slightly, as if he was a little impatient with the long kneeling. He waved his right hand casually and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, get up."

The voice was low, yet it carried an undeniable authority, like an invisible command piercing the stagnant air. The suffocating pressure suddenly dissipated, and the kneeling worshippers in the square rose tremblingly as if they had been pardoned. They still lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Yunduan's figure, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on their backs.

"Thank you, Your Highness the Son of God!"

Tens of thousands of voices rang out again, with more awe than before, echoing over the square for a long time.

at this time......

A burly old man, radiating the aura of a seventh-grade celestial being, stepped forward quickly. He was none other than Heiya, the Lord of Heizhuo City. His face was a perfectly composed expression of respect and flattery, his back bent almost parallel to the ground as he bowed, his hands hanging at his sides. He spoke cautiously, "Your Highness, I have prepared a banquet in the mansion to welcome His Highness the Son of God and the other gentlemen. We have Mo Lingyuan's specialties, 'Mo Yu Xian Brew' and 'Xuan Shui Ling Shrimp.' Please move aside, Your Highness."

As he spoke, the corner of his eye quickly swept over the guards behind the Son of God Youjue, especially the two ninth-grade celestial beings, and a trace of imperceptible fear flashed in his eyes.

The Son of the Ghostly God glanced at him sideways, his eyes devoid of emotion, as if he were looking at an insignificant object, without even a trace of scrutiny. After a moment's silence, he slowly uttered a single word: "Hmm."

This snort made Heiya feel relieved immediately. The cold sweat on his forehead decreased a little, and the smile on his face became more flattering: "Your Highness, please!" As he said that, he hurriedly stepped aside to lead the way. His posture was extremely humble. There was no trace of the arrogance of the lord of a city. He was like a humble servant.

The Son of God Youjue said no more and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion. The corner of his golden robe drew an arrogant arc in the air, and every step seemed to contain a certain rhythm.

The guards behind him immediately followed, their steps in unison and with a murderous aura, protecting him in the center, like a moving barrier, and anyone who approached would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Upon seeing this, all the Obsidian Celestial Beings in the square, except for a few seventh-rank Celestial Beings at the head who followed closely behind, the others all stood with their heads down, watching the group go away. It was not until the golden figure disappeared behind the gate of the mansion that they dared to quietly raise their heads, exchanging glances with lingering fear, that the solemnity in the air slightly dissipated.

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

Yunlong Fairy City, Outer City, Jiuling Villa.

In the stone pavilion in the middle of the lake, Su Mo leaned against the bluestone railing, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand. The edges of the pages were a little worn, exuding a faint breath of time.

It was a travelogue left by a fifth-rank celestial being when he traveled to the Cangling Sea. The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, with an ancient charm, recording the strange stories and secrets of dangerous places along the way. He lightly twisted the pages with his fingertips, and his eyes swept over them casually, as if he was reading, or as if he was closing his eyes to rest, with a relaxed expression.

Outside the stone pavilion, the lake is still green. Occasionally, spirit fish jump out of the water, bringing out a string of crystal water droplets, which reflect a colorful halo in the sunlight, and then fall back into the water, creating circles of ripples.

The two maids from ten thousand years ago were still standing there quietly, their worries were completely unnecessary.

Not to mention the two seventh-grade immortals, it is impossible for them to contact the Obsidian Clan under his nose. Even if they are really exposed, he is not afraid. Although he does not have the ability to directly enter the Obsidian Continent now, if he leaves the Obsidian Continent and loses the advantage of terrain, it is still unknown who will win or lose in a battle between the Obsidian Clan and him. At least they cannot win. He just wants to leave, so there is no problem. There is no need to kill people to silence them.

Suddenly, Su Mo paused as he flipped the pages of the book. He lifted his gaze from the ancient book and looked towards the Obsidian Continent. A sharp light flashed in his deep eyes, as if piercing through billions of cosmic years, taking in the entirety of Black Turbid City. Even the faintest breath of air seemed distinctly audible.

"A hundred years have passed, and this banquet is finally over." He muttered to himself, a cold arc curling up at the corner of his mouth, "It's time for my illusory body to take action."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his fingertips, and the ancient book closed on its own, hovering above the stone table, its pages trembling slightly. The air within the stone pavilion trembled slightly, as if an invisible command had crossed the starry sea, pierced the turbulent void, and rushed towards the distant Obsidian Continent.

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In the Obsidian Continent, Heizhuo City, the City Lord’s Mansion, inside the most luxurious palace.

A massive night-shining pearl hung from the ceiling, its radiance flowing like a full moon, illuminating the red-gold inlaid patterns on the walls. Even the floor tiles were paved with rare fairy jade, providing a warm sensation beneath the feet. The air was filled with the rich aroma of black jade immortal brew, mingled with the sweet fragrance of women's cosmetics, a lingering, decadent atmosphere.

The floor was covered with a snow-white fox fur rug, so soft that it sank into the ankles. In the corner, a soothing incense stick was burning. The green smoke was like a ribbon, winding around the dragon reliefs carved on the beams and pillars, making the dragon's shadow seem alive, looming in the smoke.

The Son of the Desolate God embraced two voluptuous beauties from the Obsidian Clan and entered the hall, slightly tipsy. The beauty on the left lightly brushed the hem of his dark golden robe with her fingertips, her breath sweet as orchid, and her voice charming, "Your Highness, you've had too much to drink..."

The beauty on his right leaned into his arms, her eyes gleaming with a hint of seduction as she reached out to untie his robe. He was about to lean over and whisper something to the beauty in his arms when his body suddenly stiffened, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him, sobering him up instantly.

A faint and strange aura suddenly appeared in the hall. Although it was only the cultivation level of a first-grade celestial immortal, it brought with it a sense of incongruity that made him instinctively alert.

The Son of the Desolate God shuddered, the drunken tinge in his eyes instantly fading, replaced by a deep fear. The alcohol on his body seemed to be dispelled by an invisible force, and the languid aura around him was swept away. He suddenly pushed the beauty away from his arms, retreated half a step, and his eyes were fixed on the figure that suddenly appeared in the hall.

"Who are you? Why are you trespassing into my bedroom?"

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