Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Chapter 1220

Xuanzhen Immortal King stood with his hands behind his back on the edge of the deck of the Yuanji Immortal Ship. His robes fluttered in the chaotic gale. His gaze, like that of a hawk, was fixed on the gray-purple mist millions of light-years away. It seemed as if countless vengeful spirits were whispering among the swirling mist, which made his voice reveal both a trace of fear and solemnity, as well as a trace of unspoken anticipation for the opportunity.

"This Formless Forbidden Land truly lives up to its reputation as the number one forbidden land in the Southern Heaven Domain. Even the aura emanating from its outer perimeter is so awe-inspiring. It is indeed extraordinary."

Beside him, Su Mo, dressed in a blue robe, stood quietly. His robes trembled slightly in the gale, yet remained perfectly still, as if in a subtle harmony with the chaotic winds. He gazed at the thick, swirling, eerie mist ahead and sighed softly. Even without using his Spiritual Illusionary Body, his power was now comparable to that of a third-tier early-stage Eternal Immortal King. Yet, even looking as far as he could see, he couldn't discern anything beyond the mist's reach, even millions of light-years away. This meant that once he entered the forbidden area, he would be practically blind, forced to rely solely on his instinctive divine sense to navigate.

Immediately afterward, Su Mo subconsciously released his divine sense, which stretched out into the mist like an invisible net. Before long, his brows furrowed, and a hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes—just as recorded in the memories of Immortal King Yuan Jin's immortal soul, the mist of this Formless Forbidden Land could indeed directly corrode an Immortal King's divine sense. In just a short moment, the edge of his outstretched divine sense had already been corroded, turning into nothingness and dissipating within the Formless Forbidden Land, leaving not even a trace.

This was before even entering the forbidden area. If one were inside, an ordinary first-order Eternal Immortal King would likely have half a layer of their divine sense, or even more, corroded away in that short time, completely shaking their foundation.

What concerned him even more was that this strange mist had an extremely strong suppressive effect on divine sense. His divine sense, comparable to a third-tier Eternal Immortal King, was limited by the mist to a range barely greater than his eyesight, barely covering a few hundred billion light-years of the surrounding void. This was simply unimaginable in the outside world—let alone Eternal Immortal Kings like them, even a casual Immortal Golden Immortal could instantly cover hundreds of eons of void with a single thought, yet now they were suppressed to such an extent.

Moreover, the spatial barrier of this Formless Forbidden Land is astonishingly sturdy. Cultivators below the level of an Eternal Immortal King likely don't even have the qualifications to shake space; to forcibly tear through space and traverse it, one would need at least a second-tier Eternal Immortal King. No wonder it's said that finding Formless Heavenly Crystals in the Formless Forbidden Land is like finding a needle in a haystack. Even the Primordial Ember Immortal King, who entered the forbidden land five times, only managed to find three Formless Heavenly Crystals, returning empty-handed most of the time.

next moment……

Su Mo's gaze slowly shifted, sweeping over the various immortal ships and artifacts anchored in the surrounding chaos. Soon, a blazing light flashed in his eyes—truly a super feast held only once every ten million cosmic eras in the Southern Heaven Domain, a gathering of powerful figures. Within his sight alone, he sensed forty-three auras belonging to Eternal Immortal Kings, four of which possessed a profound and powerful aura, even causing him to feel a slight sense of crisis. All of them were third-tier Eternal Immortal Kings, comparable to the Profound True Immortal King.

This is only what he can see; there are many more Eternal Immortal Kings hidden deep within the chaotic energy flow or concealing their auras with secret techniques. Not to mention, there are still nearly two million years before the Forbidden Land of No Form officially opens, and many Eternal Immortal Kings from distant Dao Domains are still on their way.

Therefore, the number of Eternal Immortal Kings who will ultimately be able to enter the Forbidden Land of No Form, even if it is not four digits, is probably not far off.

"If we can capture a portion of these Immortal Kings, even just one-tenth, then let alone becoming an Immortal King, it's not impossible to break through to the second or even third tier of Eternal Immortal King."

Su Mo felt a surge of excitement, his fingertips tightening slightly as his emotions churned. He wished time could instantly leap two million years to the day the Forbidden Land of No Form opened, so he could harvest these "walking eternal true spirits" as soon as possible.

After a long while, Su Mo finally suppressed his excitement, and the hem of his blue robe slowly smoothed out as before. He moved slightly, turning around as lightly as a willow leaf, and returned to the central immortal palace of the Yuanji Immortal Ship with the Xuanzhen Immortal King.

Immediately afterward, the Yuanji Immortal Ship emitted a deep hum, like the breath of an ancient behemoth, carrying a long, rhythmic sound. The purple-gold immortal light flowing around the ship gradually dissipated, and the ancient Dao patterns on the ship's surface also dimmed, falling silent like a sleeping dragon. The aura of the entire immortal ship became perfectly integrated with the chaotic airflow below. Unless one was very close, or a fourth-order or higher Eternal Immortal King carefully examined it with their divine sense, it would be almost impossible to detect its existence, like a speck of dust merging into chaos, silently lurking.

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Seasons changed, and two million years passed silently in the chaotic stillness. During this time, new celestial kings' chariots arrived from distant starfields: some were shimmering warships, some were giant tortoises carrying palaces, and others were solitary celestial kings riding the stars. Upon their arrival, they all, like the Primordial Immortal Ship, silently concealed themselves in the chaotic currents surrounding the Formless Forbidden Land, undisturbed yet wary of one another, their gazes occasionally sweeping towards the gray-purple mist, all awaiting the day when the eerie mist would weaken.

On this day, a low groan, seemingly from the very beginning of time, suddenly echoed from the depths of the Boundless Forbidden Land. The sound was desolate and ancient, piercing through the chaos and reaching the sea of ​​consciousness of all the Immortal Kings, causing even their immortal souls to tremble. The previously calm, eerie gray-purple mist surged wildly as if it had been thrown into molten lava.

The mist churned like raging waves crashing against the shore, sometimes transforming into ferocious beastly shadows roaring, baring their fangs, seemingly about to burst forth from the fog to devour anyone who dared to challenge them; at other times, it condensed into twisted runes that flickered, obscure and difficult to understand, exuding a strange power that eroded the Dao heart. The dark lightning interspersed within grew increasingly dense, crackling like tearing silk, yet the corrosive power emanating from it subtly weakened amidst this violent turmoil, as if invisible shackles were loosening, and the restraints were about to be broken.

"Good! The time of countless cosmic eras has finally arrived!"

Inside the Immortal Palace atop the Yuanji Immortal Ship, Su Mo, who was playing chess with the Xuanzhen Immortal King, suddenly looked up, his gaze instantly piercing through the palace walls and gazing towards the Wuxiang Forbidden Land. He saw that the eerie mist, stretching for countless light-years, was rapidly thinning like a burst dam. The originally inky gray-purple color gradually faded, revealing the faintly visible distorted spacetime within, as if a veil separating heaven and earth was slowly being drawn back, revealing the endless mysteries behind it.

Immortal King Xuanzhen also rose to his feet, gazing in the direction of the mist, his eyes gleaming with intense light, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement: "The Formless Mist is beginning to weaken! In three days, it will be at its lowest point, and then it will be time for us to enter the Formless Forbidden Land!"

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Three days passed slowly under the watchful eyes of everyone. Every moment, it seemed as if millions of eyes were focused on that gray-purple mist, and the air was filled with the tension of an impending storm.

Finally, at dawn on the fourth day, the fog within the Forbidden Land of No Form completely weakened to its limit. The originally sky-covering gray-purple fog had faded to a thin veil, with only one ten-thousandth of the concentration it had three days ago. The malevolent power that was enough to corrode immortal souls had been completely contained, and even a first-order Eternal Immortal King could easily resist it. Even those ninth-order Quasi-Immortal Kings, if they had Eternal Immortal Artifacts by their side, could move around on the outskirts of the Forbidden Land of No Form.

Through the extremely thin, formless mist, one could vaguely see the distorted spacetime turbulence deep within the forbidden area, and the chaotic rules that appeared and disappeared within the turbulence, with glittering specks of light on them, making the aura of the surrounding immortal kings even more scorching, their fighting spirit and greed intertwined in their eyes.

Just then...

As if by prior arrangement, waves of immense, eternal Immortal King pressure surged from the surroundings of the Formless Forbidden Land, exploding in the void like thunder and shattering the long silence. The aura of a first-tier Immortal King was like a prairie fire, continuous and unending, illuminating vast swathes of chaos; the pressure of a second-tier Immortal King was like a raging torrent from an abyss, heavy as a mountain, causing the surrounding void to tremble violently; the aura of a third-tier Immortal King soared to the heavens, causing ripples to spread even in the thin Formless Mist; and several even more terrifying auras stood out like cranes among chickens, causing nearby Eternal Immortal Kings to tremble in fear and dare not contend with them.

Immediately afterwards, dazzling beams of immortal light pierced through the chaos, rushing towards the forbidden area like shooting stars. Some Immortal Kings transformed into streaks of crimson light, their bodies wreathed in immortal flames that sizzled and burned the chaotic air; others rode ferocious beast-shaped immortal artifacts, their hooves shattering the void and leaving behind ripples in space; still others directly tore through space with their immense power, stepping into the mist in a single stride, leaving only a faint spatial rift behind.

"Fellow Daoist Su Mo, let's go in too!"

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