Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

The voice of the Son of God Youchen penetrated the thick black fog and echoed over the palace like a purple-gold thread. With unique fluctuations of the soul, it was accurately transmitted into the depths of the palace.

The next second...

Countless black runes lit up on the ground paved with black ice, moving like living things, interweaving into a giant net covering the palace gate, and then slowly sinking into the ground and disappearing.

The heavy iron palace gate of the Netherworld God made a creaking sound, as if it was being dragged by a tremendous force, opening a gap inward that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying pressure from a True Immortal surged out like a torrent bursting through a dam, transforming into an invisible giant hand that tightly enveloped the "Son of God Youchen" with a cold scrutiny.

The pressure was wrapped in the unique cold and gloomy Taoist rhyme of the True Immortal Hei Ming, like countless thin ice piercings, as if to analyze him thoroughly from the inside out, and even the thoughts deep in his soul would be frozen into ice, and there would be no way to hide a single detail.

The "Son of God Youchen" stiffened his body imperceptibly, then lowered his head more respectfully, allowing the pressure to sweep through his limbs and bones. The purple-gold protective halo fluctuated imperceptibly under his clothes, locking the aura of Su Moling's illusory body firmly in the deepest part of his soul, without revealing any flaws.

......

Jiuling Villa, under the waterfall on the back mountain.

The water splashed onto Su Mo's hair, leaving a few strands of it clinging to his smooth forehead, gilded by the sunlight with a fine golden sheen. His gaze narrowed slightly as he gazed into the void, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and his fingertips unconsciously slid across the wet bluestone, leaving a faint trail of water.

"This old man Hei Ming is quite cautious."

He whispered to himself, his voice muffled by the roar of the waterfall, but still reaching his ears clearly.

He paused, a faint smile flashing in Su Mo's eyes, with a bit of calmness as if he was planning a strategy. "Unfortunately, my cultivation level is still a bit lacking, I'm only a first-grade True Immortal. Without the soul-penetrating power of a third-grade True Immortal, it's pure delusion to expect to see through the possession of the illusory body."

Amid the roar of the waterfall crashing against the rocks in the pond, he flicked his fingertips, and the suspended water droplets shattered with a "pop", turning into mist and merging into the surrounding rainbow light.

Every fluctuation of the True Immortal's pressure from the Obsidian Continent has been transmitted to his sea of ​​consciousness through the perception of the spiritual and illusory body, and has been analyzed clearly, even the most subtle flow of the Dao rhyme has not been missed.

"Since I let you see it, I'll let you see it 'real'." Su Mo's mouth curled up with a cold arc, and with a thought, the aura belonging to Youchen's son in the body of the "Son of God Youchen" far away in the Obsidian Continent became more and more pure, and even the fluctuations of his soul were imitated exactly as before. Only in the deepest layer, there was a trace of Su Mo's mark that even a second-grade True Immortal could hardly detect, like a grain of sand in the deep sea.

......

After a few breaths.

A hoarse voice rang out from within the Black Abyss Divine Palace, like the rubbing of rusted iron. It carried the majesty of someone long in a superior position, causing the surrounding black mist to stagnate slightly. "What's the rush?"

"This matter is of great importance, and I need to report it to you in person." The voice of "Son of God Youchen" was still respectful, but the ending tone was slightly raised, revealing a trace of unquestionable solemnity, as if saying one more word would reveal the secret.

The ink mist surrounding him seemed to be startled by these words, surging even more violently, like boiling ink slapping against the iron walls of the Netherworld Palace, making a soft sizzling sound. The crack in the palace gate widened a few inches further, revealing the bottomless darkness within. Countless eyes seemed to flicker in that darkness, like a dormant beast baring its fangs, quietly waiting for its prey to enter.

Then, the slightly hoarse voice sounded again, with a hint of impatience, but finally relaxed: "Come in."

"Yes, father!"

"Son of the Dark God" responded respectfully, bowing his head meticulously. He stepped forward, his figure just wide enough to pass through the gap. The edge of his purple robe brushed against the cold palace gate, sending up a trail of tiny sparks. As soon as his figure entered the gap, he was completely engulfed by the thick darkness within the divine palace, not even a trace of purple light piercing through.

The palace gate slowly closed behind him, its "creak..." sound resonating distinctly in the silent, dark sky, like a heavy hammer striking an invisible drum. Only when the crack closed completely did the sound gradually subside. Only the black runes beneath the icy ground continued to flicker faintly, like a pair of sleepless eyes, fixed intently on the palace gate, continuing their duty of surveillance.

Inside the shrine, it was even darker than outside. The beams and pillars, forged from chaotic black iron, revealed hideous carvings of ghostly faces in the dim light. The air was filled with a chilling aura ten times thicker than outside, a breath that seemed to freeze the lungs. From the depths, the faint sound of chains dragging against the ground mingled with the footsteps of the "Son of the Nether God," echoing repeatedly throughout the empty hall. It was impossible to tell whether it was real or a hallucination caused by the aroused spirit.

"Son of God Youchen" walked steadily and without looking around as he walked towards the depths of the hall. There, a faint green flame flickered in the darkness, dancing like a ghost fire, vaguely illuminating a figure sitting cross-legged. The figure was wrapped in thick black mist, and the face could not be seen clearly. One could only feel an unfathomable aura, like an abyss or an ocean.

The Immortal Hei Ming raised his eyelids slightly, his dim eyes filled with dark mist, and his voice was hoarse like rolling over gravel: "Tell me, what is going on?"

The "Son of the Dark God" quietly curled his fingers at his sides, four imperceptible strands of light condensing on their tips, like tiny needles, hidden between their fingers, blending into the surrounding darkness. His voice remained respectful, even with a hint of just the right amount of excitement: "Father, you may not know, but recently, while patrolling the border of our Black Abyss Region, I unexpectedly discovered a second-grade True Immortal Medicine..."

Before he could finish his words, the True Immortal Hei Ming's attention was piqued. His previously lazy body leaned forward slightly, and the black mist around him surged violently, as if even the air had become sticky. His voice was filled with unconcealable excitement, even trembling slightly, and even his dim eyes brightened a little. "My son, where is that second-grade True Immortal Elixir now?"

A first-grade immortal medicine is nothing, but a second-grade immortal medicine is undoubtedly a treasure that is enough to drive a first-grade immortal like him crazy. Just one plant is enough to save him ten or even more cosmic eras of hard practice, greatly improving his cultivation, and it is not impossible for him to break through in one fell swoop.

"Father, the second-grade immortal medicine is now in..." "Son of God Youchen" deliberately dragged out his tone, but his eyes were fixed on the True Immortal Heiming, capturing every change in his expression.

It's now.

A cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the "Son of Youchen God" and he shouted: "The Four Symbols Sealing Heaven Formation, rise!"

Before he finished speaking, four brilliant rays of light suddenly exploded from his body.

A green light from the east shot up into the sky, transforming into the shadow of a green dragon with distinct scales and claws. The dragon's tail swung and coiled around the east pillar of the hall. The green dragon scales gleamed with a cold light in the darkness.

A white light suddenly appeared in the west, and the shadowy figure of a white tiger stepped out, crushing the floor tiles. The tiger's roar shook the roof of the hall, and its head, with its fangs bared, stared intently at the True Immortal Heiming.

In the south, red flames surged, and the phantom of the Vermillion Bird spread its wings, igniting a sky full of sparks. The scorching flames sizzled the surrounding black mist, forming a wall of fire.

Black water gushed out from the north, and the shadow of the Black Tortoise slowly rose up carrying a heavy tortoise shell. Its snake neck wrapped around the west pillar of the hall, facing the Azure Dragon in the distance, forming an impenetrable water curtain.

Instantly, the phantoms of the four divine beasts simultaneously raised their heads and let out earth-shattering roars. Divine light intertwined to form a vast square barrier, trapping the True Immortal Black Abyss firmly in its center. Runes swirled across the barrier's walls, moving like living creatures, emanating an aura that suppressed heaven and earth. Even the tiniest trace of ink mist surrounding him was trapped within, preventing it from escaping, completely cutting off his ability to send a message for help.

Almost at the same time, the five illusory spiritual bodies in the body of "Son of God Youchen" suddenly split into five streams of light, each occupying the east, south, west, north and center, forming the Five Elements Heavenly God Formation.

In an instant, five-colored divine light of gold, wood, water, fire and earth shot up into the sky, like five pillars of light piercing through heaven and earth, illuminating the entire Black Abyss Palace as bright as day. The thick black mist melted like ice and snow under the divine light, and quickly retreated, revealing the hideous ghost-faced beams and pillars and the cold black iron ground in the palace.

A terrifying pressure comparable to that of a third-grade mid-stage True Immortal rose from the center of the formation, crushing towards the Black Abyss True Immortal like a mountain. Wherever it passed, even the space was squeezed to make a creaking sound, and the beams and pillars made of chaotic black iron actually showed fine cracks.

"Not good! This pressure... a... a third-rank True Immortal?!" True Immortal Hei Ming's face changed drastically, his dim eyes nearly bulging from their sockets. An extreme sense of unease coiled around his heart like a venomous snake, nearly suffocating him. His voice was filled with indescribable panic and despair. "Who... who are you?"

The first and third grades seemed to be only two levels apart, but the difference was worlds apart. As a True Immortal, he was like an ant facing a dragon. Even if he burned his essence and used forbidden secret techniques, he had absolutely no chance of winning.

What made him even more desperate was that there were four quasi-third-grade True Immortals who cast a space seal, completely imprisoning the four directions of space, leaving him with no hope at all.

"Old Heiming," the "Son of the Dark God"'s voice had completely changed, now cold with a hint of mockery, "You should have guessed who we are without me telling you."

"Ah...it's you!"

Immortal Hei Ming widened his eyes, and a flash of enlightenment arose in his mind.

"Damn it! You dare to attack me? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the Black Xuan Ancestor and others? You will be completely trapped in my Obsidian Continent and your souls will be destroyed!

"You won't have to worry about that." The corner of the "Son of Youchen God"'s mouth curled up coldly, raised his hand and slapped out, "Do it! The power of the five elements, suppress me!"

As his palm landed, divine light of the five colors of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth converged in his palm, forming a vast web of light. The power of life and death swirled through the mesh, sometimes transforming into sharp blades, sometimes into a torrent, sweeping towards the True Immortal Black Abyss like a dragnet. Wherever it passed, the air was first frozen by the gold energy, then instantly incinerated by the flames, then reconstructed by the mysterious earth, finally entangled by the wood energy and corroded by the water vapor. The five elements rotated, carrying an unstoppable force of suppression, as if to erase and reshape everything.

“No—block it for me!” The True Immortal Hei Ming roared hysterically and offered his life-saving treasure, the Hei Ming Pearl, in front of him. Billions of resentful souls appeared on its surface, emitting shrill screams and emitting a cold power that could freeze the soul, forming a black barrier in an attempt to resist the five-colored divine light.

Yet, all this was in vain. Five-colored divine light descended, like a torrent breaching a dam, easily tearing through the Black Abyss Pearl's defenses. Golden light, like a knife, shattered the resentful spirits, dissipating them into nothingness; wood energy, like a vine, tightly wrapped around the pearl, absorbing its essence; flames, like raging waves, burned away the pearl's aura, gradually dimming it; water, like fine needles, eroded the pearl's restrictions, shattering the runes one by one; and earth power, like a heavy mountain, suppressed the pearl's brilliance, preventing it from breaking free.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the Black Abyss Pearl completely shattered and turned into black debris all over the sky, without any power at all.

The power of the five elements remained undiminished, and drilled into the body of the True Immortal Hei Ming like five poisonous snakes, frantically destroying his True Immortal power. The bones all over his body made a "crackling" sound and shattered. His natal sea of ​​​​the universe shook violently, as if it would collapse at any time. Even his soul howled in pain under this force.

"No... You won't be able to remain so rampant for long. Ancestor Hei Xuan will not let you go. You will all die in my Obsidian Continent and never be reborn!"