Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Chapter 1043: Suppressing the First-Rank True Immortal

Qingxuan Zhenxian's heart trembled violently, and his sea of ​​consciousness buzzed. He and Qingyao exchanged a glance, both seeing an unbelievable ecstasy in each other's eyes—this was no ordinary fish, but a "dragon" that could greatly increase their battle merits!

You should know that a ninth-grade True Immortal is worth at least 500 billion battle merits. One level is worth 50 billion battle merits, which is equivalent to their previous 4 to 5 billion years of harvest.

However, the two immediately became anxious again. They wondered if Senior Qingxu could truly capture this Ninth-Rank True Immortal. Although Senior Qingxu's displayed strength was likely at the peak of the Ninth Rank, it wasn't truly certain, and they still felt somewhat uncertain. If this Ninth-Rank True Immortal sensed something was wrong and ran away, not only would they lose hundreds of billions of battle merits, but luring other Eighth-Rank True Immortals in the future would be virtually impossible. The reason why Eighth-Rank True Immortals had occasionally fallen into their trap over the past two hundred billion years was entirely due to Senior Qingxu's excellent secrecy; the Eighth-Rank True Immortals from surrounding regions had never noticed their scheme. Otherwise, those guys weren't fools; why would they so easily step into the "trap" of Falling Phoenix Valley?

at this time……

"Boom..."

Falling Phoenix Valley trembled violently once more, an even greater pressure surging in like a tsunami. The azure-gold phoenix immortal fire was forced to burn close to the ground, and even the solid void rippled like water, as if it might be crushed into dust at any moment. Suddenly, a brilliant sun crashed down from the sky, hanging above the heads of Qingxuan and his sister. Countless golden rays poured out like a reversed Milky Way, illuminating the entire Falling Phoenix Valley as bright as day. The flames that were powerful enough to incinerate a seventh-grade True Immortal became as docile as fireflies under this golden light, even their movements becoming cautious, as if afraid of angering this "bright sun."

next moment......

A magnificent figure slowly emerged from the blazing sun. He wore a purple-gold battle robe, the hem embroidered with the sun, moon, and stars. With each step he took, it was as if war drums were booming in the void, and his entire being exuded an invincible aura of unstoppable force. That aura was not deliberately released, yet it caused Qingxuan and Qingyao's immortal bodies to tremble involuntarily, as if they were facing not a true immortal, but the very rules of war of the entire Nine Domains Continent, making it difficult even to entertain the thought of resistance.

"Two phoenixes at the eighth-grade True Immortal realm are quite a good offering." The golden-robed figure spoke, his voice like thunder rolling across the valley, each word carrying the power to tear apart the soul. "Refining you will be enough to advance my bloodline further and add a glimmer of hope to attain immortality."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Qingxuan and his sister with undisguised contempt, as if he were looking at two pieces of merchandise waiting to be sold, not even bothering to show any extra emotion.

Then, he raised his hand and waved it, causing his purple-gold battle robe to flutter without wind. A colossal hand, covering the entire Falling Phoenix Valley, descended from the sky, suppressing Qingxuan True Immortal and Qingyao True Immortal. The hand's five fingers were like pillars supporting the heavens, with golden battle patterns flowing between its palm lines. Wherever it passed, the Nirvana Flame retreated like mice before a cat, not even daring to resist. The fire attribute rules in the air were forcibly distorted and subjugated.

Instantly, Qingxuan True Immortal's heart tightened. Under that sky-covering hand, he, a peak eighth-grade True Immortal, was completely powerless to resist. He was like a lowly ant. This power was definitely not something a ninth-grade early-stage True Immortal could possess. It was more like a ninth-grade mid-stage True Immortal, or even a ninth-grade late-stage True Immortal.

Is Senior Qingxu really confident that he can completely keep this person?

Is our grand plan to rack up points going to fall apart halfway through?

It's too late, it's faster than that!

A superior voice boomed from all around Falling Phoenix Valley, like a thunderclap from the heavens, and exploded precisely in the ear of the golden-robed True Immortal: "The Four Symbols Suppressing Immortal Formation, activate!"

Before the words were even finished, four dazzling rays of light suddenly lit up the sky in the four directions of Falling Phoenix Valley. Four enormous banners, each blotting out the sun, burst forth from the ground. The banners were embroidered with the four symbols of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise, just like the Four Symbols Suppressing Immortal Banner used by the Yellow Dragon Immortal. However, their aura was hundreds or even thousands of times stronger, and the two were on completely different levels.

Each and every one of them is a Grade Nine True Immortal Artifact.

To do a good job, one must first have the right tools. With nearly 20 trillion battle merits in hand, how could Su Mo be stingy with such a small amount of resources? A ninth-grade True Immortal artifact is only worth 100 billion battle merits, and even if all four were equipped with one, it would only be 400 billion. Even if he equipped each of the thirteen Spiritual Illusionary Bodies with one, it would only be 520 billion, which is nothing to him now.

The next second...

"Roar—!" "Screech—!" "Buzz—!"

The dragon's roar reverberates throughout the universe, as if countless rivers are surging within it; the tiger's roar tears through the sky, carrying a ferocious intent to devour all things; the phoenix's cry is clear and stirring, igniting flames that burn the heavens; the tortoise's roar is deep and resonant, shaking the heart like the pulse of the earth.

The four sacred beast phantoms leaped from the banner, rapidly coalescing in mid-air. The Azure Dragon's scales shone like countless streams of light, the White Tiger's fangs gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, the Vermilion Bird's wings burned with world-destroying flames, and the Black Tortoise's shell carried the vast earth. Terrifying pressure, almost comparable to a ninth-grade perfect True Immortal, radiated from the four phantoms, like four vast oceans of the universe pressing down on the golden-robed True Immortal above Falling Phoenix Valley.

In the blink of an eye, the domineering pressure released by the Golden-Robed Immortal was completely disintegrated. The giant hand that covered the sky was as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. It paused in mid-air, and golden sparks burst from its knuckles. It was actually dismembered by the power of the Four Symbols and turned into countless light fragments that dissipated.

The Golden-Robed Immortal's expression changed drastically. His purple-gold battle robe burst forth with boundless golden light, and the star patterns shone brightly. However, he was still slightly burdened by the pressure of the Four Symbols, his shoulders slumped, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and even his breathing became heavy. For the first time, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Four True Immortal artifacts are nothing special. As long as they are not those ninth-grade True Immortals who have not been broken through for long, they can basically produce four ninth-grade True Immortal artifacts.

In the end, it all boils down to 400 billion in military achievements.

At most, it will be nothing more than a few battles between immortals from the Nine Realms.

What terrified him was the terrifying power emanating from the four sacred beasts. Each one made him feel suffocated. He was a late-stage ninth-grade True Immortal, and even a peak ninth-grade True Immortal could not give him this feeling.

Four perfect ninth-grade True Immortals—they're leaving him no way out.

"The four elements unite as one, suppress!"

That superior voice rang out again, like the arbiter of fate, devoid of any emotion, directly proclaiming the fate of the Golden-Robed Immortal.

As soon as the words were spoken, the four sacred beast phantoms suddenly shone brightly. The Azure Dragon's scales flowed with primordial purple energy, evolving into countless forms of life and destruction; the White Tiger's mane ignited with the true fire of Yin, freezing the void and time; the Vermilion Bird's wings fanned the winds of reincarnation, drawing upon the cause and effect of birth and death; and the Black Tortoise's shell revealed chaotic runes, bearing the weight of the beginning of heaven and earth. The four phantoms spun violently in mid-air, merging and converging like a dragon drawing water, finally transforming into a ferocious and terrifying monster—its head bearing deer antlers that shimmered with starlight; its body covered in jade-green scales that flowed with patterns of law; its back unfurled a pair of phoenix wings burning with azure-gold flames, each flap seeming like a rebirth; and its tail was a thick, black serpent tail, coiled with the deathly aura of the netherworld. Every scale shimmered with a ferocious power that suppressed eternity, as if it were the embodiment of all the ferocity in the world.

"Roar......"

The monster let out a roar that shattered stars, and a terrifying pressure more than ten times that of a perfect ninth-grade True Immortal erupted from its body, crashing down like a collapsing cosmic sea. The golden-robed True Immortal felt a violent tremor in his chest, as if he had been crushed by billions of immortal mountains. His True Immortal power retreated like a receding tide into the depths of his natal cosmic sea, and no matter how he tried to activate it, he could not mobilize it even slightly, and he could not even move his fingertips.

"This pressure... it's almost on par with a half-step Golden Immortal!" The Golden-Robed True Immortal's heart pounded wildly, cold sweat instantly soaking through his purple-gold battle robe. "Could it be that the one plotting against me in the dark is a half-step Golden Immortal?"

A deathly gloom enveloped his entire body like a tidal wave. To be able to unleash power comparable to a half-step Golden Immortal with just a set of ninth-grade True Immortal artifacts was something that no ninth-grade True Immortal could do, not even a ninth-grade Perfection True Immortal could achieve. At least, in all the cosmic eras he had lived, he had never heard of any ninth-grade True Immortal possessing such a method.

"Senior, stop!" The Golden-Robed Immortal finally abandoned all his pride, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "Please, for the sake of my Fire Crow Clan's ancestor, spare this junior this time! This junior is willing to offer all his battle merits and treasures, only asking that senior spare this junior's life."

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"It's actually the Fire Crow Clan. This is a tricky situation. Senior Qingxu will probably have no choice but to compromise."

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