Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Chapter 980 The Incident

With a casual wave of his hand, the Black Ancestor's robes stirred up a current of air that was as gentle as a spring breeze, yet carried an undeniable pressure: "Get up, all of you."

The four eighth-rank celestial immortals, who were prostrate on the ground, felt the overwhelming pressure on their shoulders instantly dissipate, as if a huge burden had been lifted, and they felt a sense of relief even in their bones.

They hurriedly braced themselves on the ground and staggered to their feet, their knees still trembling uncontrollably. However, they kept their heads down, not daring to even glance at the unfathomable True Immortal Ancestor, for fear of angering him.

Immediately afterwards, Ancestor Heiyang waved his hand, and a black light rose from his palm. In a flash, a Myriad Treasures Token was already floating in the void. Then, the two characters "Obsidian" in the center suddenly burst into dazzling light, like two miniature black suns, shooting directly at the two characters "Myriad Treasures" above the gate of the Myriad Treasures Hall.

"Om..."

The moment the two beams of light collided, a muffled hum came from the palace gate, as if an ancient mechanism had been activated. The colossal gate, forged from billions of years of mysterious ice and meteoric iron, slowly opened inward, creaking and groaning like an old man groaning under an unbearable burden, each sound striking the hearts of everyone present.

This time, however, when the palace doors opened, there was no torrent of light as when the Black Cloud Ancestor and the Black Flame Ancestor entered, nor was there the rich spiritual energy of rare treasures permeating the air. Behind the doors, there was only deathly silence, like a black hole in the universe from which all light had been drained, pitch black, even the surrounding sunlight was frantically swallowed up, forming a distorted boundary of light and shadow, as if to drag all those who dared to step in into endless nothingness, exuding a chilling eeriness.

"strangeness?"

Old Ancestor Hei Yang frowned slightly, a hint of solemnity appearing on his resolute face. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Since he attained the Dao of True Immortal and took control of the Myriad Treasures Token, the Myriad Treasures Hall had been opened at least eight hundred times, if not a thousand. Every time, its treasures shone brightly and the primordial energy surged wildly. When did it become such a sinister and eerie sight?

A sense of unease crept into his heart like a vine, slowly creeping up his spine and entwining his soul—something terrible must have happened inside the Wanbao Hall.

As the thought crossed his mind, Ancestor Hei Yang suppressed his doubts. The black flames around his body swelled slightly, transforming into a flowing protective light membrane that kept the all-consuming darkness at bay.

Without the slightest hesitation, he strode in like an arrow released from a bow, his figure instantly swallowed by the thick darkness, leaving only a corner of his black robe flashing briefly at the edge of the light before disappearing completely.

The giant gate slowly closed behind him, and the two characters "Wanbao" faded away again. Only four eighth-rank celestial immortals remained in the square, staring at each other in bewilderment, along with an inescapable sense of deathly silence. Even the sound of the wind seemed to be frozen in the air, eerily quiet.

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The first floor of the Wanbao Hall.

The dense darkness had not completely dissipated, with only the faint light emitted by the luminous pearls embedded in the walls illuminating the shocking scene before them—the jade shelves that had once held various treasure boxes were now askew, broken glass bottles were scattered on the ground, and remnants of medicine were mixed with broken spirit wood. The air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder and the burnt smell of dissipated energy.

"Damn it, what's going on? How could this be happening inside the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures..."

The voice of the Black Ancestor echoed in the empty hall, trembling with disbelief. He stood frozen in place, his hands clenched tightly beneath his black robes, his knuckles turning white from the force. The mess before him far exceeded his imagination; the shelves that should have shimmered with spiritual light were now empty, and even the dust-removing array in the corner had failed, covered with a thin layer of dust.

The Myriad Treasures Hall is the core treasure trove of their Obsidian Clan, passed down through millions of cosmic eras. It contains most of the clan's wealth and is the greatest guarantee for the cultivation of these Ninth-Rank Celestial Immortals and True Immortals. It is related to the rise and fall of the entire Obsidian Clan.

The defenses here are even more formidable than those of the clan's True Immortal Ancestor's cave: nine Great True Immortal Formations protect the area, and the Black Moon Ancestor, a Second-Rank True Immortal, is personally overseeing it. In the vast Obsidian Continent, perhaps only the Black Profound Ancestor's Black Profound Heaven can surpass the Myriad Treasures Hall in terms of defense. What extraordinary methods did that thief possess to so thoroughly plunder the treasures of the first floor right under the nose of a Second-Rank True Immortal?

wrong!

Old Ancestor Hei Yang suddenly looked up, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, piercing the darkness like a sword. Then, his figure leaped up like a ghost, his toes touching the tilted jade frame, creating a gust of wind, and he quickly climbed up the spiraling black gold steps.

The second layer is empty.

The third floor is empty.

The fourth floor is empty.

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With each step he ascended, the expression on Old Ancestor Hei Yang's face darkened, and the black flames surrounding him intensified, almost melting the metal of the steps. The jade shelves that should have been filled with quasi-True Immortal-level natural treasures, and even first- and second-grade True Immortal-level natural treasures, were all turned upside down, and even the hidden compartments in the corners were violently broken open, leaving only a mess on the ground.

It’s gone, all gone!

As he rushed up to the sixth floor, his steps abruptly halted, and he stumbled, nearly falling onto the steps. He gripped the cold railing, gazing at the empty hall—this place should have housed the clan's most precious fourth and fifth-grade True Immortal level rare treasures, but now only a few split-open purple-gold cabinets remained, their contents utterly looted. Not even a trace of their essence remained.

“It’s over…” Old Ancestor Hei Yang’s voice was hoarse, trembling with despair, and even the black flames around him dimmed, losing their former heat.

The Heavenly Immortal and True Immortal level treasures within the Myriad Treasures Hall are the very foundation of the Obsidian Clan's prosperity. Now that the treasure trove is empty, it's a devastating disaster for the Obsidian Clan. For the next hundred cosmic eras, it's likely that no new True Immortals will be born, and even their True Immortal ancestors will struggle to make significant progress in their cultivation.

The three overlords of the southern Cangling Sea are likely to be re-ranked, and the era of their Obsidian Clan may be coming to an end.

Damn it! How exactly is the Black Moon Old Man guarding the Hall of Ten Thousand Treasures?

Ancestor Hei Yang's anger surged, almost bursting out of his chest. As a second-grade True Immortal guarding the Myriad Treasures Hall, Ancestor Hei Yue's cultivation was second only to Ancestor Hei Xuan within the clan. How could he be completely unaware of such a major incident?

Could it be that he embezzled the entire Wanbao Hall?

A terrifying thought flashed through his mind, quickly taking root and growing wildly in the Black Ancestor's brain. He couldn't think of any other explanation.

He couldn't think of any other explanation besides this one.

It's impossible that a high-ranking True Immortal of the seventh rank or above could have secretly infiltrated their Myriad Treasures Palace, suppressed the Black Moon Elder, and stolen all the treasures.

Although the Obsidian Clan acts tyrannically and recklessly, often wiping out entire clans, this only applies to smaller forces. They tend to give some face to any True Immortal force, let alone high-ranking True Immortal forces of the seventh rank or above.

Moreover, if a high-level True Immortal were to suddenly decide to steal the third, fourth, and fifth-grade True Immortal-level natural treasures from the fifth and sixth floors, how could they possibly not even spare the trash from the first floor?

For high-ranking True Immortals of the seventh rank or above, no matter how many eighth-rank or ninth-rank Celestial Immortal-level natural treasures they possess, it's all in vain and won't elevate them by even a fraction.

next moment......

Old Ancestor Hei Yang could no longer restrain himself. His body blazed with black flames like torches, and he transformed into a black lightning bolt, rushing up the last staircase leading to the top floor. The Xuanjin staircase was blown apart by the strong wind generated by his speed, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Sure enough, that old thing isn't on the top floor."

Standing at the entrance to the seventh floor, Ancestor Hei Yang's gaze swept across the empty hall. The eerie light of the Soul Nourishing Stone had long since faded, leaving only the cold stone chamber. He became even more certain of his suspicions: Ancestor Hei Yue must have stolen all the treasures and run away.

"But why did this old fellow choose to make his move at this time?" Old Ancestor Hei Yang walked to the window, looking at the churning clouds outside the hall, his brows furrowed.

Over hundreds of cosmic eras, the Black Moon Ancestor has guarded the Myriad Treasures Hall at least fifty or sixty times, if not a hundred.

If they really wanted to take action, they should have done it long ago. Why wait until now?

The protective barrier covers the Obsidian Continent, and no True Immortal who leaves the continent can escape the watchful eyes of the Ancestor.

"Yes! Ancestor, just ask the Ancestor if Old Man Black Moon has left the Obsidian Continent."

Immediately afterwards, Ancestor Hei Yang raised his hand to form a hand seal, black flames flickering at his fingertips, drawing a mysterious rune in the air before quickly disappearing without a trace.

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After a few breaths.

"Boom..."

Wanbao Peak suddenly trembled violently, as if an ancient behemoth had awakened deep within the mountain. Boulders tumbled down the cliff face, crashing into the sea of ​​clouds below and creating towering waves. The sky darkened abruptly, and a streak of inky light pierced through the clouds, carrying an aura of eternal suppression as it plummeted to the summit—it was Hei Xuan Zhenxian. Immediately following behind, streaks of light of various colors descended in succession, each radiating a terrifying aura of a True Immortal. All the other True Immortal ancestors of the Obsidian Clan had arrived, their faces as solemn as iron, the True Immortal power within their robes slightly disordered due to their turbulent emotions.

The four eighth-rank celestial immortals guarding outside the Wanbao Hall were already terrified out of their wits. They lay on the ground, trembling, not even daring to raise their heads, their voices shaking uncontrollably: "Greetings, Ancestor! Greetings, all Ancestors!"

Black Profound Immortal and the other True Immortal Ancestors didn't even glance at them, their gazes fixed on the tightly closed gates of the Myriad Treasures Hall. They hurriedly produced their respective Myriad Treasures Tokens. The tokens appeared simultaneously, the characters "Obsidian" lighting up and colliding with the "Myriad Treasures" characters on the palace gate, producing a deafening buzz. The giant gate slowly opened again, the darkness that swallowed light still permeating the air, but it couldn't stop the immortals' steps.

"Damn it, they're all gone, they're all gone!"

The moment they stepped into the first level, the roar of the Black Profound True Immortal exploded in the hall. Although he had already received the news from the Black Owl Ancestor, seeing the mess on the ground still caused this ancestor, who had ruled the Obsidian Clan for thousands of cosmic eras, to tremble violently, his dark Daoist robes fluttering even without wind. The other True Immortal Ancestors were even more furious, their eyes bloodshot, their raging anger erupting like billions of volcanoes within them, their True Immortal auras intertwining, almost overturning the entire Myriad Treasures Hall.

"Ancestor, has that Black Moon Elder left the Obsidian Continent recently?"

Just then, the voice of the Black Ancestor came from the top floor, carrying a hint of urgency. Like a bucket of cold water, it pulled everyone who was immersed in anger back to reality and calmed them down a bit.

Hei Xuan Zhenxian took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and qi. The chaotic energy around him calmed slightly, and he led the group of ancestors up the stairs quickly. The Xuanjin stairs groaned under their weight, and they soon reached the seventh floor. He looked at Ancestor Hei Yang and said in a deep voice, "Hei Yang, you suspect that Hei Yue stole from you? But Hei Yue has never left the Obsidian Continent from beginning to end. My divine sense has been constantly covering the protective barrier, and there is no mistake on my part."

"Old Man Black Moon didn't leave?" Ancestor Black Owl was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief. The Obsidian Continent was only so big; if Black Moon really hadn't left, they would have found him sooner or later. Given that old man's caution, unless he'd lost his mind, he would never stay on the continent to wait for his doom. Could it be… that he really guessed wrong?

"But Hei Yan and Hei Xiao left the Obsidian Continent one after the other four hundred billion years ago."

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