Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Yunlong Fairy City, Outer City, Jiuling Villa.

The bluestone-paved courtyard was gently shrouded in morning mist, like a thin veil, obscuring the scenery both near and far. Exotic flowers and plants clung to dew, their fragrance radiating. Each dewdrop on its petal was coated in the golden glow of the rising sun, reflecting a rainbow of colors, as if the entire galaxy had been crushed and scattered across it, a dazzling spectacle.

A winding spiritual stream flows slowly around an acre of square pond. The water is so clear that you can see the silver-scaled fish swimming at the bottom, their fins paddling and creating tiny splashes of water. The lotus leaves in the pond are crowded together, and the round morning dewdrops sway on the tips of the leaves, sparkling and translucent. Occasionally, they fall and hit the water surface, creating ripples and scaring the small fish at the bottom of the water to scatter.

Beside the pond sits a double pavilion built of chaotic iron and wood. The nine dragons playing with a pearl carved on the pavilion pillars are lifelike. A faint chaotic air flows in the lines of the dragon scales, as if a dragon's roar echoes deep in the wood grain, emitting a refreshing and refreshing breath. Even the air in the pavilion seems mellower than anywhere else.

Su Mo leaned against a white marble stool inside the pavilion, the hem of his moon-white brocade robe draping across the ivy entwined around the stool's legs. In his hand, he held a cup of ice-cracked glass. Within it, a cup of celestial tea, emerald green, rose in curls, transforming into palm-sized miniature cranes. They flapped their wings, their patterns clearly visible on their wings, and circled his fingertips three times before reluctantly dissipating into the morning light, leaving behind a faint scent of tea.

Two maids in purple stood outside the pavilion with their heads bowed. Their figures were as graceful as willows swaying in the wind, their skin was whiter than snow, and the fox patterns embroidered on their cuffs gleamed slightly in the morning light, revealing their fur, as if they would jump out of the cloth at any time, looking extremely agile.

Their eyes focused on their noses, their noses focused on their hearts, their breathing so light and slow that it almost blended with the rhythm of the wind. Only the occasional colliding of the pearl earrings on their temples made an inaudible crisp sound, breaking the moment of tranquility.

Suddenly, without warning, ripples began to form in the void in front of Su Mo. These ripples spread out like waves, creating a halo of light. At the center of the ripples, space twisted and folded, as if being crumpled and unfolded by an invisible hand. Soon, a portal the size of a person formed. Faint starlight could be seen swirling within it, as if concealing a miniature starry sky.

Immediately afterwards, a young man dressed in black, dressed in a dark, powerful outfit, stepped out of the portal. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his face stern, and his aura as condensed as ice, as if he were devoid of any trace of worldly desires. He landed silently, only bowing slightly to Su Mo. His voice was calm and composed, "Greetings, I have retrieved everything."

Su Mo glanced up at him, his fingertips lightly touching the edge of the glass cup, and the last trace of the spiritual crane in the cup dissipated into the air. He nodded, handed the teacup to the maid beside him, and said in a lazy and magnetic voice, "Thank you for your hard work."

As he finished speaking, the figure of the young man in black gradually became transparent like foam, and finally turned into a stream of light and sank into Su Mo's brow.

Su Mo slowly closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​his natal universe like a tide, and finally landed on an empty universe.

The natural treasures that would drive a ninth-grade celestial being crazy were piled up like a mountain, with rosy clouds and surging spiritual energy. There were quite a few immortal-level natural treasures that would even make a true immortal excited, and they emitted a faint fluctuation of rules. Not far from these natural treasures, there were five people, standing silently in the void like sculptures, their breath firmly imprisoned, unable to move.

It was none other than the five first-grade true immortals of the Obsidian clan, including the Black Flame Ancestor, the Black Sky Ancestor, etc.

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In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

The immortal tea in the stone pavilion had long since cooled, and the Lingxi River still gurgled, though the morning dew on the lotus leaves in the pond shifted again and again. The sun, reflected in it, had already reached its zenith, casting the shadows of the pavilion pillars into long, thin shadows. Su Mo's reclining figure hadn't moved an inch, as if he had become one with the pavilion and the Lingxi River.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the third day that his tightly closed eyes slowly opened. A chaotic light flashed in them, and then was replaced by an indescribable excitement. Even his voice trembled slightly, "The Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures is indeed the most important core treasure house of the Obsidian Clan. The richness of its collection is even greater than I could have imagined."

As he spoke, his spiritual sense swept across his natal universe again. In that empty universe, five fifth-grade True Immortal-level treasures were emitting bright and shining precious light. The precious light flowed, and the rules were intertwined, like stars surrounding the moon. They were surrounded by a group of fourth-grade and below True Immortal-level treasures in the center, shining brightly.

The number is so large that it directly exceeds four digits.

Compared with this, his previous gains in the Yunguang Continent were nothing.

Add to that the five first-grade True Immortals, including Ancestor Black Flame and Ancestor Black Sky, and all their assets, breaking through to the third-grade Perfect True Immortal is a sure thing.

Even if you want to take a further step and be promoted to the fourth-grade perfect immortal in one fell swoop, you will have the above hope.

Su Mo took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement. He slowly stood up, his moon-white brocade robe tracing a smooth arc in the air. He briefly instructed the maids in the manor, "Do not disturb me during my retreat," and then vanished from the stone pavilion like a ghost, leaving behind only a few petals, blown by the wind, which slowly fell onto the empty stone bench.

The next moment...

Su Mo had appeared in a quiet room deep within the villa. The room was built of Origin Immortal Jade, its walls engraved with spirit-gathering runes. In the center was a training platform, approximately ten feet long. On the platform sat a purple jade cushion, a ninth-grade Void Immortal artifact—large enough for a first or second-grade Celestial Immortal to cultivate.

But to Su Mo, this meditation room was just a decoration and played no auxiliary role at all.

However, Su Mo did not change anything. He simply summoned four illusory spiritual bodies and set up the Four Symbols Sealing Heaven Formation around them to conceal the fluctuations of his breath during cultivation, so as not to attract the attention of Yunlong Zhenxian, the lord of Yunlong Immortal City, and cause unnecessary trouble.

Immediately afterwards, Su Mo sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and sank his consciousness into his natal universe sea.

Soon, the eighth-grade and ninth-grade celestial-level treasures piled up on the edge of the lonely universe shot out like meteors, and in the blink of an eye they reached the heart of the universe, exploding continuously.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Muffled sounds echoed through the cosmic sea. Treasures powerful enough to drive celestial beings mad instantly transformed into pure primordial energy, pouring into Su Mo's body like a tide. The trillions of cellular cosmic seas within his body felt like a long drought finally ending in a downpour. Each microcosm greedily devoured the primordial energy, and the previously stable space began to violently collide and expand.

At the same time, the speed of time in the entire quiet room began to soar - ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times... until it reached four thousand times, and then it barely stabilized.

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Spring goes and autumn comes, and five thousand years pass quickly.

Heixuantian, Heixuantian Palace.

A nine-layer black lotus was suspended in the center of the hall, with petals stacked one upon another, each one seemingly carved from solidified darkness. Dark golden chaotic air currents flowed along its edges, holding the figure of Hei Xuan Zhenxian in mid-air.

Suddenly, the eyelashes of the cross-legged Black Xuan True Immortal trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes again. His pupils were as deep as the eternal starry sky, reflecting the birth and death of billions of stars. His gaze penetrated the layers of palace walls, crossed the mountains, rivers and seas of the Obsidian Continent, and even traversed the spacetime distance of hundreds of millions of cosmic years, landing precisely on the protective barrier at the edge of the continent.

I saw ripples on the dark purple runes on the surface of the barrier, and a red figure was skillfully casting a seal, tearing a hole in the barrier, and then he flashed to the outside world - it was the ancestor of Heixiao.

"Just as Black Flame left, this Black Sky kid is leaving too..." True Immortal Hei Xuan frowned, a trace of contemplation crossed his aged face. His voice, as if squeezed from ancient rock formations, was hoarse with age. "Is there a connection between the two? Or are these two brats trying to avoid us and find a place to compete?"

He tapped his fingertips lightly on his knee, recalling the past feud between Hei Yan and Hei Xiao. These two had been at loggerheads ever since they entered the True Immortal Realm, vying for everything from resource allocation to clan decisions. Every encounter was a clash of titans. If it weren't for clan rules and the suppression of the older generation of True Immortals, both would have been decimated. Given their fiery relationship and their fiery tempers, it wasn't impossible for them to engage in a private duel, hidden from the public, to determine who was superior.

The True Immortal Essence within the Black Xuan True Immortal's body rippled slightly, and a pressure powerful enough to freeze time and space quietly gathered. He had originally wanted to cast a seal directly to stop the Black Sky Ancestor, but after a few thoughts, he slowly suppressed the force.

"Forget it. Some things are better left unchecked than blocked." He muttered to himself, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "Let these two bastards have a good fight. If we keep suppressing it, it will only lead to bigger trouble sooner or later."

With the two scoundrels Hei Yan and Hei Xiao only one realm apart in cultivation, if they really came to blows, at most they would suffer bloodied clothes and minor injuries, but no one would die. Instead, it would allow them to vent their anger and avoid infighting within the clan, which would cause unrest among the people.

"Hopefully, these two idiots have better luck and don't run into that mysterious True Immortal out there..." With a long sigh, Heixuan True Immortal closed his eyes once more, returning to his calm demeanor. The nine-layered black lotus sank into silence once again, only the chaotic currents from the petals continued to flow slowly, protecting this celestial palace and the seemingly solid peace of the Obsidian Continent.

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

Jiuling Villa, in the quiet room for cultivation.

Su Mo devoured and refined all the eighth-grade and ninth-grade treasures that could improve his cultivation, and then began to devour and refine quasi-immortal-level treasures.

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Soon, another 30 billion years passed.

"Boom..."

There was a loud noise, and Wanbao Peak shook slightly.

Then, the void at the summit of Wanbao Peak twisted, and a blinding black light ripped through the clouds, crashing down like inky lightning onto the white jade square in front of the Wanbao Hall. The light faded, revealing a middle-aged figure in a black robe.

His face was resolute, with sharp edges and corners. Black flames surged between his eyes, and his aura emanated from him, as deep and sea-like as the ocean. Simply standing there made the air in the square freeze like iron. The terrifying pressure he exerted was ten times more powerful than that of the Black Flame Ancestor, a peak-level First-Rank True Immortal. He was like a demonic god of destruction emerging from the darkness, capable of crushing a continent with a single gesture.

The four eighth-grade celestial beings guarding the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures had already prostrated themselves on the ground, their bodies trembling violently from the terrifying pressure. They were almost unable to even kowtow, and could only roar with all their might: "Greetings, farewells to the Black Sun Ancestor!"

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