Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Wanbao Peak.

This peak is the core sacred site of the Obsidian Clan. Built entirely of dark golden star rock, each stone imbued with the primordial power of ancient stars, enduring eternity and immortality. Billions of runes are inscribed upon the peak, radiating a thick halo of light that flows day and night like a galaxy, enveloping the entire mountain impenetrably, forming a natural barrier that even the consciousness of third-grade True Immortals struggles to penetrate.

The Obsidian Clan's most important treasury, the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures, stands majestically atop Ten Thousand Treasures Peak. The hall is constructed from seven-colored glaze blended with dragon-patterned black gold. The seven-colored glaze reflects the essence of the sun and moon, while the dragon scales on the dragon-patterned black gold appear to animate, exuding an aura of ancient desolation. The hall's roof is bathed in a flowing glow. This "Ten Thousand Treasures Spiritual Light," culminated by the painstaking efforts of hundreds of Quasi-True Immortals over an entire Chaos Era, illuminates the essence of every treasure within, rendering even the most forged untraceable.

On both sides of the palace gate stood two obsidian war puppets that were tens of millions of feet tall. The puppets were made of celestial obsidian mixed with the bones and blood of true immortals. Their eyes burned with dark purple flames, and their bodies exuded a terrifying pressure that was comparable to that of a first-grade true immortal. The giant meteorite axes in their hands still retained the bloody scent of the ancient battlefield.

The entire Wanbao Hall is surrounded by nine True Immortal formations, including the "Nine Locks Chain Formation", "Brahma Star Formation", and "Obsidian Soul-Devouring Formation". The formation patterns are interwoven into a web that can even swallow light. The slightest touch will trigger thunder and fire from the sky and earth, setting off a murderous force that will destroy the world.

In the dark, the Obsidian Clan's True Immortal Ancestors take turns to take charge to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Even if one is a fourth-grade True Immortal, if he dares to break into the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures without a pass token, he will surely pay a heavy price and suffer the consequences.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, a crimson light, like a stream of fire from the sky, trailed a long flame, piercing the protective formations of Wanbao Peak without raising the slightest alarm. In the blink of an eye, the crimson light landed on the white jade square in front of the Wanbao Hall. The light gradually faded, revealing a figure clad in a crimson Taoist robe.

The person who came was none other than the Black Sky Ancestor. The wrinkles on his face seemed to be smoothed out a little, and the threads of fire lingering around his body adhered gently to his Taoist robe. Only when his eyes opened and closed could one still glimpse the scorching heat like magma.

"Meet the Black Sky Ancestor!"

The four eighth-grade Celestial Immortals guarding the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures had already sensed the presence and hurried forward to bow. They wore the standard Obsidian Clan armor, the flame patterns on their armor glowing slightly with awe. They lowered their heads to their chests, not daring to look directly at the subtle True Immortal pressure emanating from the Black Sky Ancestor.

"Everyone get up!"

The Black Sky Patriarch waved his hand lightly, his voice calm but with unquestionable majesty. A gentle yet heavy force lifted up the four eighth-grade celestial beings in front of him, just right, showing the demeanor of a true immortal without hurting his subordinates.

Then, with a slight movement of his fingertips, a golden light flashed before his eyes, and a dark golden token was suspended in mid-air. The edge of the token was engraved with intricate flame cloud patterns, with sparks seemingly flowing between the lines. The word "Obsidian" in the center seemed to be forged from the essence of a True Immortal, revealing the depth of time and concentration, as if it contained the destiny of the entire Obsidian clan.

This is the entrance and exit token of the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures. There are only a dozen or so in the entire Obsidian Clan, and all of them are in the hands of the True Immortal Ancestors.

The next second...

The word "Obsidian" on the token seemed to suddenly come alive, with red-gold light flowing between the strokes, and then burst into a dazzling divine light, like a golden lightning shooting towards the door of the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures, accurately reflecting the word "Wanbao" above the lintel. The two ancient runes resonated instantly, emitting a deafening buzzing sound, as if ancient war drums were beating.

"Boom..."

The tightly closed gate of the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures slowly swung inward. Forged from a mixture of eons-old black ice and divine iron from meteorites, the door, incredibly strong, now seemed as light as a feather. Every inch it moved caused the surrounding air to vibrate, emitting a dull thud. As the door gradually opened, an indescribable, precious light surged out like a river bursting its banks, weaving into a sea of ​​light that illuminated the White Jade Square more dazzling than daylight. This sea of ​​light held the aura of countless treasures: the richness of elixirs, the sharpness of divine weapons, the warmth of natural treasures... Even the gale in the sky was purged by this precious aura, becoming gentler and less harsh.

"You continue to guard the palace!"

The Black Sky Patriarch left a message. His voice was low, but it echoed clearly across the square, awash in intertwined precious light, like the sound of falling metal. He raised his hand, and the Myriad Treasures Order, suspended in mid-air, transformed into a streak of golden light and flew back into his palm. He then tucked it into his sleeve. His movements were smooth and flowing, with the composure of someone who had long held a high position.

The corner of his red robe brushed the edge of the sea of ​​light, and his figure, like a streak of crimson light, stepped directly into the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures. As if sensing its occupant's entry, the massive door, forged from aeons-old black ice and fallen star iron, began to slowly close. The low creaking sound of the hinges blended with the faint humming of treasures within the hall, creating a melody of precious treasures.

"boom......"

When the last crack disappeared, the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures closed tightly again. The light of the two characters "Wanbao" on the lintel faded, returning to its ancient and solemn appearance. The nine surrounding True Immortal formations seemed to fall silent as well. Only a faint light occasionally flashed from the depths of the formation pattern, proving that the invisible guard had not relaxed, still vigilantly watching the surroundings.

The four eighth-grade celestial beings stood there, bowed, until the Black Sky Ancestor's aura completely vanished from the hall. Then they slowly straightened up. With expressionless faces, they returned to their positions, standing on either side of the hall door, facing the two obsidian war puppets from a distance, forming a tight defensive line.

The flame patterns on the armor gradually cooled, regaining their dull luster. The four men stared straight ahead, their postures erect as pine trees, their auras as steady as the white jade square beneath their feet. They resembled timeless sculptures, suppressing all their emotions, not daring to slack off even a little.

The afterglow of the precious light in the square slowly dissipated, leaving only a faint trace of precious aura in the air, fresh and mellow, reminding people of the brief but shocking feast of precious light just now.

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In the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures, glittering treasures lay quietly on the treasure shelves on both sides. Some jade boxes were filled with swirling clouds and mist, and the shadows of the treasures could be vaguely seen; some glass cups were filled with liquid golden light, which was the "Nirvana Liquid" that could reshape the body of a ninth-grade celestial immortal; there were also coral jade trees thousands of feet high, and each leaf was condensed with pure original power, enough to save a quasi-true immortal 100 million years of hard practice... But the Black Sky Ancestor did not look away, and his red Taoist robe drew a residual shadow in the sea of ​​light. He swept straight over the layers of treasure shelves and stepped onto the black gold stairs leading to the top floor.

The stairs were paved with Chaos Warm Jade, and each step was engraved with spirit-gathering runes. When he stepped on them, warm spiritual energy flowed into his body through the soles of his feet. He did not stop and reached the top floor in just a moment.

The top floor, in stark contrast to the brilliance of the lower floors, glowed softly, like moonlight. The surrounding walls were inlaid with breathing "Soul-Nourishing Stones," emitting a faint, ethereal glow. In the center, on the ground, spread a cushion made from the hides of countless beasts. A figure sat cross-legged—a withered figure, clad in a gray robe barely bleached by washing. His hair draped carelessly like dry grass, his hands folded in his lap. If it weren't for the occasional glint in his eyes, he would have looked like an ordinary old man, untrained in cultivation.

It is the second-grade True Immortal who sits in the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures in this cosmic era - the Black Moon Ancestor.

"Hei Xiao, how come you have time to come to the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures today?"

An old voice emanated from him, lazily, as if awakened from a deep slumber. The words stirred subtle ripples in the air. It was the pressure unique to a Second-Rank True Immortal. It seemed ordinary, yet it could suffocate even a Quasi-True Immortal, imbued with the weight of years.

Patriarch Heixiao walked over to the futon and flicked his robe sleeves, revealing two white jade wine jugs and a pair of glazed cups. The jugs were carved with a drunken immortal, and even before the lids were opened, the rich aroma of wine filled the air. That fragrance, imbued with the spirit of Taoism, would have an ordinary celestial being intoxicated for a thousand years with just one sip, their very souls drowning in it.

"Some time ago, I was fortunate enough to get a few jars of Drunken Immortal Wine, so I thought about having a few drinks with my brothers from the Black Moon clan." He raised his hand to fill two cups with wine. The amber wine swayed gently in the cups, and fine foam appeared. The aroma of the wine became more and more intense, and even the dim light of the Soul-Nourishing Stone seemed to be stained with a bit of warmth.

"Drunken Immortal Brew?" The Black Moon Patriarch's originally cloudy old eyes suddenly opened, and instantly blossomed with a brilliant brilliance. The turbidity disappeared, leaving only undisguised surprise and desire. "You kid still understands me, your elder brother!"

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to pick up the wine glass and drink it all in one gulp. The wine entered his throat and turned into a warm current that rushed straight to his head, nourishing his soul and body. His withered face glowed red and his spirits were lifted. "Yes! It's an aged wine that has been sealed for an entire cosmic era! Refill it quickly!"

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In a blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed.

Black Flame Sky, Yanji Divine Palace.

Ancestor Black Flame sat cross-legged on the skeletal throne with his eyes closed and his breath very weak. He was like a lifelike statue, integrated with the throne. If you didn't sense him carefully, you would hardly be able to detect his vitality.

The entire Yanji Temple was as clean as new. The black sparks in the cracks between the floor tiles danced regularly, as orderly as breathing; the light of the twelve ghost fire lamps was stable, no longer flickering; even the traces on the temple pillars that had been torn by the divine light had disappeared without a trace, as if the thrilling duel ten thousand years ago had never happened, and everything still remained in the solemnity and majesty of the past.

"Om..."

Suddenly, the tightly closed eyes of the Black Flame Ancestor suddenly opened!

The dark fire in his eyes shot up half a foot high, illuminating his withered but excited face. Countless black lotuses seemed to bloom in the fire, carrying the breath of destruction and rebirth, more intense than ever before.

"Great! We got it!"

The Black Flame Patriarch roared, his voice filled with suppressed ecstasy. He clenched his withered hands, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. Black smoke instantly seethed from his body, scalding the outline of the skeletal throne into an inky black. Sparks from the floor tiles, touched by the smoke, crackled and exploded into half-foot-high flames that leaped and shone, reflecting the excitement on his face.

"Next, it's my turn to take action!"

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