Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

The chest of the Son of God Youjue was heaving violently, and his deep voice was filled with anger of being offended, like a ferocious beast whose reverse scale was touched. The power of the immortals in his body surged like waves, and his dark golden robe fluttered in the wind. The black dragon totem on the hem seemed to come alive, baring its fangs and claws.

But deep in his pupils, there was a trace of panic that was hard to conceal, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, creating ripples that lasted for a long time.

The visitor was definitely not just a first-grade celestial immortal - even though he had drunk a lot of black jade fairy wine over the past hundred years and was a little tipsy, and had a beauty in his arms and relaxed his guard, he was, after all, the son of a true immortal who had reached the late stage of the ninth-grade celestial immortal cultivation. The spiritual energy around him formed a barrier in itself, and ordinary seventh-grade celestial immortals would never think of approaching him under his nose, let alone a mere first-grade celestial immortal ant who could completely hide from his perception and appear in the center of the bedroom without anyone noticing!

And his guards have not reacted at all until now. No matter whether he blocked their perception or dealt with them without anyone knowing, it is not difficult to see how terrifying this person is.

At the very least, they are the best among the ninth-grade celestial immortals, and more likely, they are quasi-true immortals who have stepped into the realm of true immortals.

As soon as he thought of this, the back of the Son of God Youjue was soaked with cold sweat, and the drunkenness disappeared in an instant. The celestial power in his body surged like a river, and the muscles under the dark golden robe were tense like a fully drawn bowstring. Every inch of his bones was ready to go, ready to unleash the strongest blow at any time.

However, the first-grade celestial being opposite him seemed oblivious to his vigilance. She simply raised her head slowly, her calm eyes reflecting the clear light of a night-shining pearl, like two bottomless pools of cold spring water. Her tone was so calm that it didn't cause a single ripple: "There's no need for you to know who I am."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the two panicked beauties—they huddled on the fur blanket, their faces pale as frightened birds—then returned to the Son of the Youjue God. A cold arc curved the corners of his mouth. "As for why I'm here, it's simply because I need to borrow your identity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura of a first-grade celestial being around him suddenly vanished, replaced by a powerful pressure. Though it hadn't fully erupted, it had already caused the air within the hall to freeze. The brilliance of the night pearl suddenly dimmed, and the spiritual light of the scarlet gold decoration seemed to be swallowed up. Even the green smoke of ambergris froze in mid-air, transforming into wisps of solid, inky silk.

The Son of God Youjue felt a huge shock in his heart, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and the power of the immortal in his body was almost disordered - this pressure was so heavy that it seemed to be able to crush the entire Southeast Continent, and it was not much weaker than his father, a second-grade True Immortal!

A true... a true immortal! This person before him was actually a true immortal? Could he even be a second-grade true immortal, on the same level as his father?

how can that be!

Although the Obsidian Continent is vast, in addition to the Obsidian Clan, the overlord, there are also a large number of vassal races. However, under their strict control, the strongest of those races are only at the level of quasi-true immortals, and there is not even a true immortal.

It couldn't be that some second-grade True Immortal ancestor disliked him and came here to humiliate him, right?

No... Foreign True Immortals? Besides these vassal races on the island, there are also...

Suddenly, the Son of the Dark God's eyes bulged, his pupils constricting in extreme terror. It felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat, making even breathing difficult and his chest aching. He stared intently at the figure before him, his lips trembling, his voice trembling with disbelief. "You... you are... the... the True Immortal's accomplice that our ancestor is looking for?"

Before he could finish his words, his body fell backward uncontrollably. If he had not held onto the jade table behind him in time, he would have collapsed to the ground.

The two beauties from Black Turbidity City were utterly terrified, trembling and trembling on their fox fur blankets. They didn't even have the strength to cry out, only letting out tiny whimpers, as if they were about to be consumed by terror. Although they didn't understand what "True Immortal's followers" meant, they could sense the overwhelming fear in the sudden change in the Son of the Youjue God's expression, a tremor that came from the depths of their souls.

The night-shining pearl's light completely dimmed, leaving only the faint glow of the crimson gold ornaments within the hall, reflecting the fear and despair in the eyes of the Youjue God's Son. He stared intently at the mysterious figure, as if trying to discern the answer from their calm gaze. But all he saw was a bottomless icy chill, even more piercing than the aeon-old, unmelting prison of despair in the far north of their Obsidian Continent.

"You...you don't mess around!" A hoarse sound came from the throat of the Son of the Dark God, like a broken bellows being pinched. "If anything happens to me, my father...the ancestors of my clan will never let you go! You...you don't even think about leaving the Obsidian Continent alive!"

His voice gradually faded, finally reaching a whisper as thin as a mosquito's, yet its final syllable was tinged with heart-wrenching fear, as if this wasn't a threat but a desperate plea for mercy. He gripped the jade case tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain, even the inlaid pigeon-blood rubies cracked and oozing tiny specks of crimson, a reflection of his current state of mind.

"Is that all?" The mysterious First-Rank Celestial Immortal's voice remained calm, without a trace of emotion, as if she were recounting a trivial matter that had nothing to do with her. "Then, hand over your identity to me."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly transformed into a streak of dark blue light, like a flash of lightning that pierced the dim palace. The light dodged the unconsciously raised arm of the Son of the Dark God and shot accurately between his eyebrows, piercing his sea of ​​consciousness.

“No! Let me go…”

The Son of God Youjue let out a shrill wail at the level of his soul, and his innate soul in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly erupted, transforming into a giant black dragon that covered the sky and the sun. The dragon scales flashed with defensive fairy light, and it opened its huge mouth to swallow the flowing light.

However, the light only paused for a moment before it penetrated the dragon's head like paper, rushing straight into the core of his soul with unstoppable force.

He could clearly feel an unfamiliar will surge in like a tide, violently tearing at the very essence of his soul and crushing the defenses of his consciousness. He desperately mobilized his lifelong cultivation to resist, his soul power transforming into a solid barrier. But before the opponent's vast and sealike power, it melted like ice and snow in the sun. All his struggles were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, unable to even stir up a ripple.

The severe pain in the sea of ​​consciousness spread along the soul to the whole body. The body of the Son of God Youjue twitched violently, his eyes rolled back, and black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, splashing on his dark golden robe, like a bunch of dark plum blossoms that suddenly bloomed, which was shocking.

The two beauties from Heizhuo City were so frightened that they closed their eyes tightly, digging their nails deep into their palms, even their fingertips were bleeding, but they dared not make a sound, for fear of disturbing this silent massacre.

In less than a moment, this silent battle of souls was over.

The convulsing body of the Son of the Dark God suddenly froze, then slowly relaxed. The muscles on his face, twisted in pain, gradually relaxed, and his eyes, which had been rolled back, regained focus. However, the arrogance and fear in his eyes were gone, leaving only the same calmness and depth as the mysterious figure from before, as if he had completely changed his soul.

The next second......

The Son of the Dark God raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his movement as natural as if he were merely brushing away a speck of dust. At that moment, the night-shining pearl's light returned, reflecting on his face, which was surprisingly identical to the Son of the Dark God before him. Even the subtle hint of arrogance between his brows was mimicked to perfection, as if the thrilling possession had just happened was nothing more than a fleeting dream.

"hehe......"

"Youjue Godson" scoffed lightly, a hint of amusement in his voice. He stretched his neck, feeling the body of this late-stage ninth-grade celestial immortal, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the "Son of the Ghostly God" shifted his gaze to the two beauties sprawled on the fox fur rug. Their eyes were still tightly closed, their faces twisted in fear, their long eyelashes stained with tears, and their bodies trembling uncontrollably, like two frightened fawns, pitiful and delicate.

A glimmer flickered in her eyes, and a spiritual force that would make even a quasi-true immortal despair quietly emerged, like two invisible needles, precisely piercing the sea of ​​consciousness of the two women. There was no earth-shattering vision; only the two beauties' bodies stiffened imperceptibly for a moment, and then their tense backs slowly relaxed.

The erased memory, like a torn page of a letter, completely disappeared from their souls without leaving a trace.

After a moment, the two beauties slowly opened their eyes. The fear in their eyes had vanished, leaving only a hint of laziness, as if they had just woken up from their intoxication. They looked at the "Son of the Desolate God" before them, then looked at each other, and then, as if remembering something, a charming blush appeared on their faces.

"Your Highness..." The beauty on the left spoke first, her voice soft as if soaked in honey. She twisted her voluptuous figure, her skirt brushing against the broken glass on the ground with a subtle sound. She wrapped her arms around the "Youjue Godson" again, her fingertips lightly tracing the corner of his dark golden robe. "Just now... it was I who lost my composure."

The beauty on the right also stood up, her breasts half exposed, her eyes flickering with seductive charm. She leaned into his arms, breathing sweetly: "Your Highness, please don't be surprised. Perhaps it's because your aura is too majestic that I was frightened."

Their memories were stuck at the moment before they were pushed away. They had no recollection of the mysterious figure's appearance, let alone the thrilling spiritual confrontation. In their eyes, the "Youjue Son of God" was still the almighty Son of God, worthy of their flattery and devotion.

The "You Jue God Son" looked down at the two soft and fragrant bodies entwined with him, and a hint of arrogant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was no different from the You Jue God Son himself. He raised his hands to hold the two people's slender waists, and said with a somewhat nonchalant and lazy tone: "It's okay."

The glow of the night pearl returned to a gentle warmth, reflecting on his face, perfectly blending the disguised doting and aloofness. The smoke of ambergris finally resumed its flow, enveloping the three figures, as if to completely conceal this fleeting moment of beauty and the bloodshed just now, leaving no trace.

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"He's actually the son of a second-grade True Immortal. If I want to start my plan, it seems I need to capture another Son of God."

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