Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Chapter 1155 The Second Quasi-Immortal King

In the heart of the Ink Shadow Abyss, a Void Immortal Palace stands within a desolate, chaotic space, perpetually shrouded in darkness. Only the chaotic currents, like silent silk, flow slowly through the palace, brushing against the cold, black jade pillars and the suspended, rotating star disk, creating a faint, ancient hum, as if recounting the ancient secrets of the Abyss's beginnings, deep and resonant.

Deep within the Void Immortal Palace, a Chaos Immortal Lotus stands proudly at the center of the Chaos Immortal Pool. Its entire body is as black as ink, seemingly absorbing the darkness of eternity, yet the edges of its petals gleam with a faint golden hue, appearing and disappearing in the chaos like flickering starlight in the night. Each petal seems sculpted from solidified chaotic essence, its patterns flowing with the ancient aura of the pre-heavenly creation, as if bearing the chaotic rules of the primordial abyss. With a gentle sway, it resonates with the surrounding rules.

At the center of the Immortal Lotus, a figure sat cross-legged, dressed in a purple-gold Taoist robe. The intricate star map embroidered on the robe with gold thread was lifelike. As the stars moved, they seemed to resonate subtly with the power of the rules of the entire Ink Shadow Abyss. The brightness and darkness of each star affected the fluctuations of the surrounding chaotic air currents, which gathered or dispersed, fast or slow, like tides controlled by an invisible hand.

Ripples of chaotic energy rose from the immortal lotus beneath him, entwining his robes and hair. At times, they transformed into roaring golden dragons, their scales shimmering with starlight, swirling and churning in the void, their roars causing the chaotic energy to tremble slightly. At other times, they condensed into flowing star rivers, countless points of light following the star map on his robes, as if he were draped in the entire starry sky, enveloping him in a vast aura of surging stars.

A faint, terrifying pressure emanated from him. Although it was not fully released, it already caused the surrounding space to distort slightly, and even the flow of time became sluggish—as if a second could be stretched into a thousand or ten thousand years, causing everything in the hall to fall into a slow and heavy rhythm.

Suddenly, his tightly closed eyes slowly opened. They were eyes as deep as the starry sky, where stars seemed to flicker and fade, as if countless galaxies were born, died, and revolved within, concealing the vicissitudes of eternity. His gaze pierced through layers of spatial restrictions, precisely targeting the direction of the Primordial Immortal Realm. A hint of curiosity flashed in his deep eyes, as if he were exploring an intriguing mystery; and within that curiosity, there was also a subtle, almost imperceptible, joy.

Immediately afterwards, the Taoist slowly spoke, uttering two words. His voice was not loud, but it carried a strange penetrating power, as if it could make the chaotic air currents stop, echoing in the palace for a long time: "Star Shadow".

As soon as the words were spoken, a black light, like lightning tearing through the night, flashed past from the shadows of the palace, silently landing tens of thousands of feet away from the Chaos Immortal Lotus. The black light dissipated, revealing the figure of a man in black. He stood tall and straight as a pine tree, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood, only his calm eyes visible, like two bottomless pools of cold water, without the slightest ripple. His aura was extremely concealed, as if he had merged with the entire chaotic space. Every inch of his skin flowed with hidden Dao principles. If he hadn't revealed himself, even a fifth-grade Golden Immortal would have found it difficult to detect him with divine sense, simply mistaking him for a part of the chaos.

The man in black bowed slightly, his posture respectful but not obsequious, maintaining just the right distance. His voice was deep and resonant, like the sound of grinding sand, with a metallic quality: "Grandson Xingying greets Ancestor. May I ask what instructions Ancestor has for me?"

The Taoist looked at him, his fingertips lightly tapping his knee. The petals of the Chaos Immortal Lotus trembled slightly with his movement, creating ripples of subtle rules that spread outwards, only to be gently blocked by the palace's restrictions. "Find out the origins of that newly ascended immortal, to see which major power he belongs to. Remember, do not alert him."

"Yes, Ancestor, your grandson will take care of it right away!" the man in black replied respectfully. His figure flickered slightly and transformed into a black ray of light, like a drop of water merging into ink. He silently disappeared into the shadows of the palace and vanished without a trace, as if he had never existed, leaving not even a trace of his presence.

Silence returned to the hall, broken only by the soft murmur of flowing chaotic energy and the occasional tremor of the Chaotic Immortal Lotus, rippling outwards in lonely waves across the empty space. The Taoist closed his eyes again, the chaotic energy around him growing ever denser, enveloping him like a thick fog; the star map on his Taoist robe shone ever brighter, the stars shifting faster, as if plotting a future related to Su Mo through countless possibilities.

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Chaos knows no years; billions of years have passed like sand slipping through our fingers, leaving few marks on the walls of the Primordial Immortal Realm, only allowing the Daoist essence of this realm to become increasingly profound.

The Primordial Immortal Realm, the Primordial Immortal Palace.

A tranquil spiritual lake stretched out before them, its waters crystal clear, reflecting the towering ancient trees lining its banks. Deep within the lake, countless celestial jades shimmered with a warm luster, tinging the water with a pale turquoise hue. Above the lake's surface, a misty aura of celestial energy swayed gently in the breeze. Occasionally, a spirit fish would leap from the water, sending up a string of glistening droplets that refracted into the air with iridescent colors before plunging back into the water, creating ripples that spread outwards.

On the shore of Linghu Lake, Su Mo leaned against a smooth white jade stone, holding a seemingly ordinary green bamboo fishing rod in his hand. There was no hook or line on the rod, only a wisp of primordial purple energy tied to the tip. The purple energy swayed gently in the wind, sometimes intertwining with the celestial energy in the lake water, sometimes separating, as if demonstrating the mutual generation and restraint of the Great Dao.

He wore a blue robe, and the years had left no mark on him. His face was serene, and his eyes were as calm as this spiritual lake, without the slightest ripple, yet they held a profound depth that could see through eternity.

Suddenly, Su Mo raised his head slightly, his gaze piercing through the thin mist above the Spirit Lake, looking towards the void in the northeastern part of the Hongmeng Immortal Realm. A faint smile played on his lips, seemingly mocking yet knowing: "Two more Immortal Golden Immortals have arrived. Hopefully, they'll be sensible."

The battle a billion years ago, while successfully making an example of someone and deterring those who were eager to cause trouble, also acted like a boulder thrown into the Ink Shadow Abyss, attracting the covetous eyes of even more forces. In just a billion years, within the Hongmeng Immortal Realm, the number of Immortal Golden Immortals left behind by his approval has exceeded one hundred, down to a precise one hundred and twenty-six—and this does not include those Immortal Golden Immortals who were foolish enough to try and seize the Yin-Yang Heavenly Disc from his possession and were subsequently suppressed.

The next second...

Su Mo's eyelids closed slightly, and his mind, like an invisible thread, silently sank into the chaotic prison deepest within his natal immortal realm.

At this moment, the space inside the Chaos Prison was completely empty. Apart from the Meditation Palace in the very center, which was bound by billions of chaotic chains, there was only a figure with a weak aura in the corner. That was a late-stage ninth-rank Golden Immortal sent by the Spirit Void Illusion three billion years ago.

Su Mo's divine sense glanced directly past the late-stage ninth-rank Golden Immortal and landed on Ancestor Mingpan.

At this moment, Ancestor Mingpan was no longer the mighty figure he once was, who roamed the Star Abyss. The aura of a quasi-Immortal King around him was tightly suppressed by the Chaos Chains, like a flood trapped by a dam; his immortal body was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, from which flowed dim primordial power; his once deep eyes were now dull and lifeless, filled only with endless exhaustion and pain, with only the occasional flash of resentment proving that he had not completely submitted and was still making a final struggle.

"Soon!" Su Mo's thoughts shifted, and his gaze fell on the spirit lake again. The ripples on the lake seemed to sway gently with his thoughts. "At most, in another three thousand years, I will be able to completely obliterate that old guy. I just don't know if I can gather enough immortal true spirits by then to help me break through the bottleneck."

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Time flies like an arrow, and billions of years have passed quietly in the chaos, like the wind sweeping across the surface of a spiritual lake, leaving no clear trace. It has only made the immortal energy of the Hongmeng Immortal Realm more and more mellow, almost condensing into mist. The number of living beings in the realm has also increased several times, and towns are scattered across the continents, presenting a thriving scene.

Within the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, the Spirit Lake remained as clear as ever, and the ancient trees on the shore grew even more vigorous, their branches and leaves so lush they resembled umbrellas, almost reaching the lake's surface. Dewdrops rolling on the leaves refracted a rainbow of colors. Su Mo was still fishing on the white jade stone by the lake, his green robes unchanged, his face unchanged, but deep within his calm eyes, it seemed as if more stars were rising and falling, and the Daoist essence accumulated over billions of years had become even more profound and unfathomable.

"Whoosh..."

A beam of white light ripped through the void, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and hovered precisely in his palm. The light dissipated, revealing a tiny figure, barely three inches tall, utterly disheveled. His immortal robes were tattered and riddled with crisscrossing tears, from which dried, dark golden blood clung – the marks of damage to his immortal soul's essence. Fresh blood still lingered at the corners of his mouth, dripping slowly down his chin and landing in Su Mo's palm, where it dissipated into a wisp of green smoke.

"With the second Quasi-Immortal King in hand, my breakthrough to the Seventh-Rank Golden Immortal is now completely secure."

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