Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Chapter 1156 Begging Fellow Daoists to Save My Clan

Looking at the tiny three-inch figure in his hand, a hint of surprise flashed in Su Mo's eyes, like a pebble thrown into still water, creating ripples in his eyes.

"After so many billions of years, the Abyss of the Dao has finally caught another big fish."

As Su Mo gently stroked the little figure's tattered robes with his fingertips, he murmured to himself. The slight lack of confidence in his heart was now completely filled, transforming into a heavy sense of certainty, as solid as a rock.

With two Quasi-Immortal Kings in hand, and neither of them were ordinary first-order Quasi-Immortal Kings. The Ancestor Mingpan was a Quasi-Second-order Quasi-Immortal King who had stepped into the second-order Quasi-Immortal King realm, and the Ancestor Qingyuan in his hands was a genuine second-order Quasi-Immortal King.

"If even this isn't enough to gather the Immortal True Spirit needed to forge a seventh-grade Immortal Golden Immortal Body, then this breakthrough is a bit too exaggerated." Su Mo smiled slightly, and with a slight exertion of his fingertips, the last trace of struggle on Ancestor Qingyuan's body disappeared without a trace.

The next second...

"receive!"

With a thought, a faint chaotic light emanated from Su Mo's palm. Before the Qingyuan Ancestor in his hand could react, he was drawn by an irresistible force, transforming into a stream of light that disappeared into his sleeve and sank directly into the chaotic prison deep within his natal immortal domain.

Almost simultaneously, countless chains of rules that had been waiting in the prison suddenly lit up, like a swarm of pythons that had smelled blood, bursting forth from all directions in an instant. These chains were pitch black, engraved with primordial runes, shimmering with a cold light that could obliterate the Great Dao. They intertwined and coiled with lightning speed, like an impenetrable spider web, completely enveloping Ancestor Qingyuan, leaving not a single gap.

"Click——"

The chains tightened abruptly, embedding themselves deeply into Ancestor Qingyuan's immortal body, emitting a teeth-grinding cracking sound—the sound of his immortal essence being forcibly torn apart. Just as he was about to struggle and roar, a chaotic chain as thick as a bowl precisely locked his throat. The runes on the chain lit up, instantly sealing his divine sense, preventing even the slightest fluctuation from escaping. Ancestor Qingyuan could only stare wide-eyed as he watched helplessly as his immortal essence, surging like a river within him, continuously drained and eroded away along the chains.

At the other end of the prison, Ancestor Mingpan sensed a new presence. His previously languid body trembled violently, and he struggled to lift his cloudy eyes. When he saw Ancestor Qingyuan bound by chains, his pupils constricted sharply, and disbelief and horror flashed in his eyes. The Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom was a vast and boundless world for True Immortals and even ordinary Immortal Golden Immortals, but for them, Quasi-Immortal Kings, it was merely a slightly larger pond.

Within the Immortal Kingdom, he had dealt with most of the Quasi-Immortal Kings, and he was quite familiar with Ancestor Qingyuan.

His cultivation and strength far surpassed his own. Three million cosmic eras ago, he was already a second-tier quasi-immortal king. His combat power was such that even among second-tier quasi-immortal kings, he was worthy of being called a strongman. Unexpectedly, one day, he would become a prisoner under the same rank as him and end up in such a state.

Ancestor Mingpan lowered his head, and the last flicker of struggle in his already dim eyes was completely extinguished.

Su Mo's divine sense lingered briefly in the prison, taking in the states of the two quasi-Immortal Kings before paying no further attention. His divine sense then withdrew, like an invisible thread, returning to the shore of the Spirit Lake.

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Time flies, and billions of years have passed.

Over the years, the Primordial Immortal Realm has become increasingly stable, with the immortal energy so dense that it has almost materialized into a mist. Creatures within the realm have multiplied and thrived, and the cultivation system has become increasingly sophisticated. The most powerful group of native beings has already entered the realm of Celestial Immortals.

Deep within the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, a warm and elegant immortal hall filled the air. The beams and pillars of the hall were all carved from translucent immortal crystals. Sunlight streamed through the window frames inlaid with seven-colored spiritual jade, casting dappled shadows and making the floating spiritual lamps inside the hall shine even brighter.

The furnishings in the hall were simple yet luxurious. On an antique sandalwood table, there was a set of jade teaware with ice crack patterns. The teapot was steaming with wisps of hot tea, emitting a refreshing fragrance. It was brewed with the tender buds of the "Time-Traveling Immortal Herb" treasured by Ancestor Qingyuan. A sip of it could make a ninth-grade Golden Immortal clear-headed and comprehend the wonders of the passage of time.

Su Mo sat upright behind the table, still dressed in a blue robe, his temperament reserved and profound, as if he were one with the Great Dao around him. He held a jade cup, gently sipping immortal tea, his gaze calmly falling on a roll of cloth on the table—a travelogue of a ninth-rank Golden Immortal's journey through the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom.

Two graceful and exquisitely beautiful maids stood respectfully behind him, their postures as upright as bamboo shoots, their skin glowing with a luminous sheen under the light of the lamp. They wore pale purple palace gowns, the hems of which were embroidered with delicate flowing cloud patterns, rising and falling gently with their breath. One of the maids held a white jade tray with freshly picked celestial fruits, their peels still glistening with dewdrops; the other stood with her hands at her sides, her eyes focused and devout, awaiting Su Mo's command at any moment, daring not to slacken in the slightest.

They were all innate spiritual beings born in the Primordial Immortal Realm. Before they took human form, Su Mo enlightened them with Primordial Purple Qi, freeing them from ignorance and taking them into the Primordial Immortal Palace as his maids. Su Mo took in a total of twelve such maids, who were in charge of various parts of the Immortal Palace. Each of them had absolute awe and respect for him.

Suddenly, Su Mo seemed to sense something, and the fingers holding the jade cup paused slightly. The delicate fragrance of the Timeless Immortal Herb lingering at the tip of his nose seemed to be interrupted by an unfamiliar aura, and even the floating spirit lamp swayed slightly, its light dimming. He frowned slightly, raised his eyes, and looked beyond the Hongmeng Immortal Palace and the crystal wall of the Hongmeng Realm.

The two maids behind him felt a chill run down their spines and instinctively held their breath, bowing their heads even more respectfully.

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After tea time.

"boom......"

A deafening roar echoed from outside the crystalline wall of the Primordial Chaos Realm. It wasn't a violent impact, but a grand tremor like stars returning to their places. A beam of starlight pierced through the chaos, suddenly descending from the sky like an inverted Milky Way, landing precisely outside the world's crystalline wall. The starlight was dazzling, dyeing the surrounding chaotic air currents silvery-blue. Countless tiny stars revolved around the beam of light, as if depicting some ancient star map.

Immediately afterward, the starlight slowly dissipated, revealing a majestic figure. The newcomer wore a star-patterned robe, the hem of which was embroidered with the trajectory of billions of stars, as if a galaxy was rushing across it; his whole body was radiant with starlight, every inch of his skin seemed to be sculpted from the purest star crystals, exuding a powerful aura that would make even a third-rank Golden Immortal tremble.

"Tian Chen of the Tianyun Clan requests an audience with Fellow Daoist Su Mo. We beg you to have mercy and save our clan. Afterwards, our clan will offer half of our treasured possessions to you, without a doubt!"

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