Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Yunlong Fairy City, Outer City, Jiuling Villa.

In the stone pavilion in the middle of the lake, Su Mo put down the yellowed ancient book in his hand. When the pages were closed, a wisp of dust was raised and slowly fell in the sunlight.

Then, Su Mo frowned slightly. If a second-grade True Immortal could set up the Thousand Gods Formation, it would be nothing. He could suppress it with a wave of his hand. But now, there were only nine illusory spirit bodies left in the Obsidian Continent. Under the obstruction of the Obsidian Clan's protective formation, his other illusory spirit bodies could not easily enter the Obsidian Continent. It was not difficult to capture a second-grade True Immortal with just nine illusory spirit bodies, but he had no confidence in capturing him without making any noise and without anyone noticing.

As long as a little bit of his aura is leaked, the Black Xuan Patriarch and other third-grade and fourth-grade True Immortals of the Obsidian Clan will be able to arrive immediately and take down his nine illusory spiritual bodies in less than a moment.

The best targets are still those first-grade True Immortals. With the nine illusory spiritual bodies working together, they can be sure of taking them down without attracting the attention of the Black Xuan True Immortal and others.

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

In the center of the Obsidian Continent, a sacred mountain reaches into the sky, its peak shrouded in thick, inky clouds all year round. Amidst the surging sea of ​​clouds, a sacred palace hangs in the air, seemingly reaching the same height as the sky, majestic and imposing.

The temple is made of Chaos Crystal and tiled with star sand. When the sunlight shines, billions of light points flow on the roof of the temple, as if the entire starry sky is embedded in the eaves, dazzling and brilliant.

The palace was spacious and solemn. Carpets woven from Nine Heavens Spirit Silkworm silk covered the floor, so soft they sank ankle-deep, and not even the wind made a sound when stepped on. Murals on the walls depicted epic battles of the Obsidian Clan's ancestors, flashes of swords and shadows flowing through the air. The ancient aura of slaughter lingered, weighing heavily on the heart, forcing one to hesitate.

The "Son of the Mysterious God" stood quietly within the hall, his dark golden robe fluttering in the breeze, his sleeves fluttering like a black dragon's tail. Standing tall and straight, like a solitary peak, his gaze fixed on the million-foot-tall statue of the ancestor before the hall. His fingertips unconsciously stroked the black dragon totem on his sleeve, as if waiting, as if brewing something. His aura was calm and unwavering, blending seamlessly with the solemnity within the hall.

Suddenly, the clouds above the Divine Palace surged violently, like boiling ink. A streak of purple-gold divine light ripped through the void, piercing the sky with a sharp whistle like a falling meteor. In the blink of an eye, it landed in an empty space within the palace, creating a faint halo. The divine light dissipated, revealing a young man in purple robes—the Son of the Divine Youchen.

His face was as handsome as a jade, and his brows were etched with natural pride, as if he were born superior to others. The sun, moon, and stars embroidered with gold thread on his purple robe shimmered in the light, glittering brilliantly. The purple-gold halo surrounding him rose and fell with his breathing, causing the surrounding primordial energy to tremble slightly, revealing a powerful aura comparable to that of the Son of the Youjue God. Both were at the late stage of the Ninth Rank Celestial Immortal.

As soon as he appeared, he cast a scrutinizing gaze at the other party, his eyes filled with a sense of alienation and vigilance, and his tone was nonchalant: "Brother Youjue, what is the urgent matter that you used the 'Communication Divine Light' to call me?"

"This time I came to find Brother Youchen, but I want to borrow something from you." "Son of God Youjue" turned around, his tone as calm as if he was asking to borrow a cup of tea, his eyes fell on the other person, deep and unfathomable.

"I wonder what you wish to borrow, brother?" Youchen's son raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with confusion. Although both were sons of the Obsidian Clan, their status differed considerably—Youjue was the son of a second-rank True Immortal, while he was merely the descendant of a first-rank True Immortal. Normally, Youjue received many times more resources than he did, and he was the only one begging Youjue for favors. He had never seen him borrow anything from him in return.

"It's nothing important," said the "Youjue Godson" with a faint smile on his face, speaking lightly, as if he were talking about a trivial matter. "I just want to borrow your identity."

"What?" The Son of God Youchen was stunned, his pupils suddenly constricted, and for a moment he was unable to react. Borrowing an identity? What kind of nonsense was that? He subconsciously took a half step back, a purple-gold halo suddenly illuminating around him, like a solid barrier. He stared at the other party warily, his voice taking on a chill. "Brother Youjue, what do you mean by this? Please speak clearly!"

at this time......

"boom......"

A faint light burst forth from the brows of the "You Jue God Son," like a bolt of lightning tearing through chaos. With unstoppable force, it shattered the tranquility of the hall and struck directly at the brows of the You Chen God Son! The divine power contained within that light was condensed to the extreme, burning tiny cracks in space wherever it passed.

"not good......"

The Son of the Dark God's expression changed drastically. A sense of overwhelming danger washed over him like icy water, instantly permeating his every limb and making his hair stand on end. He tried to mobilize the celestial power within him to block it. He formed seals with his hands, and a purple-gold aura surged, transforming into a thick shield of light. But the ghostly light was too fast, and the power it contained was so terrifying that it left him despairing. The protective aura he so proudly wore was like paper before it, easily torn apart with a crackling sound. The muscles beneath his purple-gold robe suddenly tensed, but he could not muster even a shred of resistance. He could only watch helplessly as the ghostly light approached.

Then, it pierced through his eyebrows like a sharp blade of the soul, violently tearing through the barrier of his sea of ​​consciousness and rushing straight into the core of his soul!

"Ugh..."

A tearing pain came from his sea of ​​consciousness, as if countless steel needles were stirring. The Son of God Youchen let out a short cry of pain, and his body trembled violently. The patterns of the sun, moon and stars on his purple robe instantly dimmed and lost their luster. The purple-gold halo around him swayed like a candle in the wind, and it could go out at any time.

He could clearly feel an unfamiliar will surging in like a tide, crushing his spiritual defenses, tearing at his original consciousness, and erasing everything that belonged to "him."

The Chaos Crystal walls within the Divine Palace emitted a dull humming sound, as if bearing invisible pressure. A glimmer of light flickered in the eyes of the million-foot-tall ancestor statue, but ultimately returned to silence. The clouds and mist outside the palace surged violently like raging waves, but were firmly locked outside by the Divine Palace's restrictions. Not even a trace of movement could escape, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

The look in the Son of God's eyes went from shock to fear, and then to despair. He opened his mouth, wanting to call for help, but no sound came out. The strength in his limbs rapidly drained away, and his body fell limply backward, landing heavily on the Nine Heavens Spirit Silk Carpet with a dull thud.

The faint light flickered three times between his eyebrows, and then completely disappeared into his sea of ​​consciousness.

In just a moment, the twitching body of the Youchen God's Son completely calmed down. He slowly opened his eyes, and the fear and arrogance in them were gone, leaving only the same indifference and depth as the "Youjue God's Son." It was as if he had replaced his soul, yet it had perfectly merged with this body.

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Yunlong Fairy City, Jiuling Villa, back mountain.

Like an inverted Milky Way, the waterfall cascades down from a thousand-foot cliff, crashing against the boulders in the pool with a deafening roar. The spray refracts in the sunlight, creating a dazzling rainbow of colors, spanning the surface like an arched bridge, a dazzling spectacle. The water is so clear that you can see the fish swimming beneath the surface and the smooth jade stones. The water vapor is mingled with the fragrance of plants and trees, refreshing the soul.

Su Mo stood on the bluestone beneath the waterfall, his hands behind his back, letting the splashing water wet his clothes. His aura blended with the waterfall, the deep pool, and the mountain forest, as if he had become a part of this world, even his breathing was in harmony with nature. Only the traces of dampness on his clothes proved that he was not the rocks or the grass.

Suddenly, the divine light in Su Mo's eyes suddenly became brighter, like two bright stars. His gaze penetrated billions of miles of void and looked straight at the Obsidian Continent billions of cosmic years away, taking in everything in the temple.

"The son of a first-rank True Immortal has successfully taken over his body." He whispered to himself, his voice swallowed by the roar of the waterfall, but with a hint of the confidence of a mastermind. "Next, it's time to take action against that first-rank True Immortal."

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In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

Obsidian Continent, Dark Sky.

This place is the dojo of Hei Ming Zhenxian, one of the fourteen Zhenxian of the Obsidian Clan. It is shrouded in inky fog all year round. The fog is as thick as ink and carries a bone-chilling chill that can even slowly erode the immortal power.

The air was thick with a chilling chill, swallowing even the light, creating a spooky and eerie atmosphere. Only palaces constructed of chaotic black iron loomed in the mist, their outlines grim and mysterious, awe-inspiring.

At the center of the Black Dark Sky, the Black Dark Palace towered majestically. Its walls, forged from the quasi-True Immortal-grade, heavenly treasure, Netherworld Divine Iron, gleamed with an icy sheen and were so incredibly hard that even the attacks of ordinary Celestial Immortals could not leave a single mark. Above the palace gate hung a pitch-black plaque, inscribed with the words "Black Dark." The brushstrokes were vigorous, imbued with a sense of death and silence. Black energy seemed to flow between the strokes, and upon closer inspection, it resembled the howling of countless resentful souls, a chilling sound.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, a streak of purple light pierced the dense black mist, shooting straight toward the Divine Palace like an arrow from a bow, its speed leaving behind a faint afterimage. The light faded, revealing the figure of the "Son of the Youchen God." His purple robe was neat and wrinkle-free, and the aura surrounding him was subdued. Only a hint of appropriate solemnity lingered between his brows, as if he had encountered a difficult situation.

"Father, I have something important to ask you."

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