Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Chapter 1100 Rank 3 Perfected Golden Immortal

In the center of the Wind Spirit Immortal Boat, inside the Wind Roc Immortal Palace.

The wind-crystal lamps hanging from the ceiling emitted a cold, silvery light. The light filtered through the swirling wind patterns on the lamp walls, casting mottled, variegated shadows on the ground like a flowing galaxy, reflecting the stagnant, iron-like atmosphere within the hall, making even the air seem to stand still. The Celestial Lord of Tianying abruptly rose from his throne, inlaid with chaotic wind essence, his movements swift as a ghost. The resulting gale, like an invisible blade, howled through the hall, causing the table before him, crafted from ten-thousand-year-old sandalwood, to slide back three feet. The jade cups on the table trembled, emitting a faint buzzing sound, as if trembling at the raging power, on the verge of shattering.

His eyes were bloodshot, the illusory image of the Three Suns Continent, stained with blood, clearly reflected in his pupils, as if piercing through billions of years of void, reaching the deep-seated hatred buried beneath that land. His silver hair moved without wind, each strand standing upright like tempered steel needles, gleaming with a chilling luster in the silver light, each hair seemingly containing a sharp edge capable of tearing apart heaven and earth. The silver immortal armor around him shone with a blinding cold light due to extreme rage, the wind patterns and runes on the armor flashing wildly, like living snakes, writhing and crawling on the armor plates, as if trying to break free of their restraints and transform into billions of tangible wind blades, tearing everything before him to dust, leaving not a single piece of armor.

Immediately afterwards, the Immortal Wind Mark between the brows of the Celestial Lord of Heavenly Ocean spun wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and within the mark emerged the phantoms of countless wind realms—those countless worlds evolved from the Great Dao of Wind, all of which were now stained with blood. The wind spirits within the realms let out mournful howls, as if grieving for the fall of the Celestial Immortal of Heavenly Ze, or as if gathering the power of revenge to grind the mastermind behind it all to dust.

A terrifying killing intent, like a chaotic storm brewing for billions of years, surged and churned wildly on his body. The space inside the hall was distorted into irregular arcs by this killing intent. The air condensed into tangible wind blades, densely cutting fine marks on the beams and pillars. Those beams and pillars, cast from star iron, even turned into fine powder under the wind blades.

His grandson, Tianze, was the fifth strongest in their Tianying Immortal Clan, not far from becoming a fourth-grade Golden Immortal, and even possessing the potential to break through to the fifth-grade Golden Immortal realm and join the ranks of the strongest in the Void Origin Star Abyss. His fall was a loss to the Tianying Immortal Clan several times greater than the combined loss of the seven first-grade and second-grade Golden Immortals before him. It shattered the clan's future hopes, as if a piece of flesh had been ripped from their hearts.

Below, the Heavenly Golden Immortal's dark golden armor creaked from his clenched fists, his knuckles digging deep into his palms. Drops of immortal blood dripped onto the ground, evaporating before they even touched the earth, leaving only a faint, bloody scent. His head hung low, his hair disheveled with rage, and a low roar escaped his throat, like a wounded prehistoric beast suppressing its impending fury.

The remaining seven Immortal Golden Immortals of the Tianying Immortal Clan were also ashen-faced, their eyes burning with rage as if they wanted to set the entire palace ablaze. Some stood with their hands on their swords, the scabbards humming with resentment, yearning to drink blood; others formed hand seals, their wind-based immortal power raging wildly, almost out of control, forming small tornadoes. Each of them was seething with killing intent, like enraged beasts, baring their fangs, their eyes filled with only one thought: to devour the mastermind behind it all alive, crushing their bones to ashes.

"In less than two hundred thousand years..." A third-grade Golden Immortal elder with a thick beard spoke in a hoarse voice, filled with disbelief and pain, as if he had experienced a catastrophe, "Our clan actually lost eight Immortal Golden Immortals, and even my brother Tianze..."

This loss was unprecedented in the millions of cosmic eras since the Tianying Immortal Clan was founded, almost wiping out all their efforts over those hundreds of thousands of cosmic eras.

"A blood debt must be repaid in blood!" The Heavenly Golden Immortal suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot like a spider web, his voice hoarse with extreme anger, like a broken bellows being pulled. "Ancestor, the blood of my Tianze clan brothers cannot be shed in vain. If this grudge is not avenged, how can my Tianying Immortal Clan stand in the Void Origin Star Abyss! In the future, won't anyone be able to bully my clan!"

"Die!" Another elder, a third-grade Golden Immortal, gritted his teeth and spat out a single word, his voice as cold as ten thousand years of ice, filled with bone-chilling hatred. "That mastermind must die! Not only him, but all the clans behind him, all those involved, must be annihilated, their souls and bodies cast into the cycle of reincarnation, never to be reborn! Let them pay the most terrible price for what they have done!"

The killing intent within the hall grew increasingly intense, almost solidifying into a blood-red mist. It resonated strongly with the Wind Spirit Immortal Boat outside the hall, causing the entire boat to tremble slightly. The wind-patterned runes on the hull and the killing intent within the hall complemented each other, emanating a terrifying aura that even caused the surrounding chaotic air currents to give way.

The phantom of the Wind Roc at the bow of the ship opened its eyes again. Those eyes, nourished by the remnant soul of the Chaos Wind Roc, also ignited with a blood-red fierce light, emitting a roar that shook the chaos. The roar contained endless anger and killing intent, as if it wanted to tear the entire void apart.

The Celestial Lord of Tianying took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and qi. A cold, resolute glint flashed in his crimson eyes, a resolute determination devoid of any hesitation, only an unwavering resolve for revenge, like ice that had never melted for millennia. He pressed his fingertips sharply against the wind mark between his brows, and the blood-red mark suddenly erupted with a dazzling red light, like a bridge, resonating deeply with the hull of the Wind Spirit Immortal Boat. Their auras merged, becoming indistinguishable.

next second...

"Cry..."

A high-pitched phoenix cry resounded through the void. This sound did not come from Feng Peng, but from the extreme speed phenomenon evolved from the Great Dao of Wind. The three wind wings at the stern of the Wind Spirit Immortal Ship suddenly expanded, transforming into three pairs of sky-covering silver wings. Wind patterns and runes on them lit up like a galaxy. The speed of the entire immortal ship increased by more than 30% again, leaving a silver light band that stretched for millions of years in the chaos. The spacetime at the edge was torn apart with tiny cracks, as if it wanted to break free from the shackles of spacetime and rushed towards the Three Yang Immortal Tomb at a terrifying speed that rivaled that of a sixth-grade Golden Immortal.

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Time flies, and another ten thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Three Suns Continent, the Azure Dragon Immortal Ship, the Azure Dragon Immortal Palace.

On the Yin-Yang Dao Platform, a flash of blue light appeared at Su Mo's fingertips, and a young man in a blue robe, about three inches tall, appeared in his palm. The young man possessed a pair of azure dragon horns atop his head, shimmering with a water-like luster. A rich aura of the immortal Dao of Water surrounded him, each breath causing ripples of moisture in the surrounding air, making him seem like the embodiment of water, both ethereal and mysterious. However, at this moment, his aura was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, as if he might be extinguished at any moment. His eyes were filled with terror and despair, as if he had witnessed the most horrific sight in the world.

"I didn't expect there would still be some who slipped through the net."

Su Mo looked at the miniature figure in his hand, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He had thought that all the third-grade Golden Immortals of the Three Yang Continent had been wiped out, but he never expected that there would still be one hidden away, which was quite an exception.

Over the years, his hundreds of illusory spirit bodies scattered across the Three Yang Continent have not been idle, but have continued to travel through mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, abysses and crevices, carefully searching for the whereabouts of the first and second grade Golden Immortals that he had temporarily abandoned.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the group of illusory spirits have practically turned most of the Three Yang Continent upside down. In addition to this third-grade Golden Immortal, they also found twelve second-grade Golden Immortals and thirty-one first-grade Golden Immortals.

The result was, without exception, that they all became his prisoners, serving as nourishment for his Primordial Immortal Body. With his Spiritual Illusionary Body's terrifying combat power now comparable to a quasi-Fifth-Rank Golden Immortal, dealing with these First and Second-Rank Golden Immortals required no calculation whatsoever. He only needed to discover their whereabouts to suppress them with a flick of his finger, leaving them utterly powerless to resist, as easily as crushing an ant.

next second...

With a flick of his long sleeve, Su Mo unleashed a stream of chaotic energy that gently lifted the blue-robed youth. The youth let out a weak gasp, his Water Dao attempting to resist, but it instantly dissipated within the chaotic energy. He was carried along by the energy, transforming into a streak of blue light and flying into Su Mo's natal immortal domain, where he, along with the remaining thirteen Rank 3 Golden Immortals, was imprisoned in a corner of the chaotic cage, awaiting their fate of annihilation.

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Time flies, and another ten thousand years have passed.

The entire Three Yang Continent was thoroughly searched by Su Mo's illusory spirit body, not even the most hidden spatial rifts were spared. In the past ten thousand years, eight more second-grade Golden Immortals and seventeen first-grade Golden Immortals were discovered. Their resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of the illusory spirit body, and in the end, they all became resources for Su Mo's growth, making his immortal true spirit reserves increasingly abundant.

At this point, throughout the entire Three Yang Continent, apart from those True Immortals below the Golden Immortal level and those half-step Golden Immortals, no other Immortal Golden Immortal could be found.

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Thirty-eight thousand years later.

"I am not reconciled..."

A desperate cry echoed throughout Su Mo's natal immortal domain, filled with resentment, anger, and profound helplessness. At this moment, within Su Mo's natal immortal domain, of the thirteen remaining third-rank Golden Immortals in the Chaos Prison, only six were still struggling to hold on. Their remnant souls were almost transparent and dissipated, and the aura of the Great Dao around them was so weak that it could be extinguished at any moment. Each time they resisted the erosion of the Primordial Immortal Power, it was as if they were burning their last breaths.

At this moment, behind the words "Hongmeng Xuji Immortal Scripture" on the light screen in front of Su Mo, the three small golden characters "Can be infused" once again clearly appeared.

"Phew... I've finally gathered all the Immortal True Spirits needed for my breakthrough." Su Mo let out a long breath, the tension between his brows easing considerably, revealing a hint of relief. With only these six Rank 3 Golden Immortals left, he was genuinely worried that he wouldn't be able to gather enough Immortal True Spirits for their breakthroughs. In that case, dealing with the approaching Rank 5 and Rank 6 Golden Immortals would be much more difficult. Fortunately, the worst-case scenario didn't occur, putting his mind at ease.

"Third-grade Golden Immortal at the peak of perfection, break through!"

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