Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Chapter 989 The Annihilation of the Obsidian Clan

Hei Xuanzhenxian suddenly raised his head, the last trace of humility in his eyes was crushed by his resolute determination, and his hunched back straightened with a "crack" like an ancient pine tree struck by lightning, the bones rubbing together and producing a crisp sound like jade shattering.

The primordial power of a fifth-grade True Immortal within his body surged wildly like boiling magma, causing his black Daoist robe to flutter and rustle without wind, stirring up gusts of black gale as the robes billowed.

Immediately afterwards, he forcefully merged with the power of the Obsidian Continent's primordial will, his aura erupting like a volcano, soaring straight into the sky. He actually broke through the shackles of a sixth-grade True Immortal, transforming into a black pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, colliding fiercely with the golden killing intent that enveloped the surrounding area—

"Boom..."

Two streams of power from sixth-grade True Immortals clashed and fought fiercely in the void. Wherever they passed, the void shattered like glass struck by a heavy hammer, countless tiny fragments of space falling and burning into brilliant sparks in the gale. The energy shockwave spread outwards from the point of collision, stirring up endless void turbulence, causing even other continents in the surrounding void to tremble.

"Since you insist on this, senior, my Obsidian Clan will fight to the last drop of blood rather than be slaughtered!"

The Black Profound Immortal's voice was hoarse with the desperate struggle of a cornered beast, like a lone wolf driven to the edge of a cliff, knowing its fangs couldn't pierce the opponent's armor, yet still determined to unleash its final edge. As he spoke, his hands rapidly formed hand seals at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, and the complete phantom of the Obsidian Continent appeared behind him. The aura of billions of living beings on the continent converged like rivers flowing into the sea, frantically pouring into his body along the pillar of light.

Instantly, his aura surged once more, and dense runes appeared on the black pillar of light, faintly showing signs of approaching the level of a late-stage sixth-grade True Immortal.

However, this determination lasted only a moment.

The next second...

Black Profound Immortal's pupils suddenly contracted, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped his heart. His entire body felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, and the blood in his limbs seemed to freeze. The black pillar of light around him dimmed at a visible speed, twisting and dissipating under the sudden surge of pressure, causing even his body to tremble slightly.

The madness in his eyes receded like a tide, completely overwhelmed by deeper fear and despair.

He witnessed the most unbelievable scene of his life—

Suddenly, the golden figure's purple-gold armor erupted with billions of divine chains, each chain entwining a phantom of the cosmic sea. The "primordial runes" engraved on the chains flowed with the halo of the beginning of creation, seemingly about to incorporate the entire Obsidian Continent into them, turning it into a plaything in his hands.

Instantly, the already terrifying pressure was like a sleeping ancient beast that had been fully awakened, and it surged wildly with an overwhelming force, becoming more than ten times stronger than before!

"Ah... a seventh-grade... a true immortal!"

Black Profound Immortal squeezed out broken syllables from his throat: that villain was actually a seventh-grade True Immortal!

This thought, once it arose, was like a thunderbolt, cleaving through the Black Profound Immortal's last line of defense.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His throat felt as if it were blocked by a hot iron, and all that could be heard was a hoarse gasp. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth and fell onto the cracked ground.

it's over...

My Obsidian Clan is utterly finished!

The difference between the two ranks is like an insurmountable chasm, and the gap between each rank becomes even greater as you progress.

Even if their entire clan risked their lives and detonated all their True Immortal essence, they would not be able to harm the other party in the slightest. Just like the despair and helplessness of the villain's True Immortal incarnations when they faced him, a Fifth-Rank True Immortal, a hundred Chaos Eras ago.

at this time......

A piercing wail suddenly resounded through the heavens, like the simultaneous weeping of countless wronged souls, penetrating the ears of every living being on the Obsidian Continent. An inexplicable sorrow enveloped the world like a tidal wave, even the dust in the wind seemed to be stained with grief—beings below the True Immortal level burst into tears without warning, their tears freezing into ice as they streamed down their cheeks, carrying a tremor from the depths of their souls.

This wailing did not come from any living being, but was the final roar of the primordial will of the Obsidian Continent. The pale purple primordial energy flow was torn apart as if by an invisible giant hand, twisting into painful arcs in the air, and then falling like a meteor, crashing into the Earth's core deep within the continent, stirring up thousands of black fissures. Earth fire and magma gushed out along the fissures, staining half the sky red.

At the moment the original will was severely damaged and fell into slumber, the Obsidian Clan's protective formation, which was based on it, collapsed instantly. Countless terrifying mushroom clouds, stretching for tens of thousands of eons, rose from all around the continent. The purplish-black energy turbulence swept across the world like a tsunami, causing mountains to collapse and rivers to stop flowing wherever it passed.

The protective barrier, already on the verge of collapse, could no longer hold on and shattered completely with a "bang." Countless fragments of runes transformed into meteors that plummeted to the earth, crashing into the mountains of the Obsidian Continent, stirring up clouds of dust. Even towering peaks, tens of thousands of years old and resembling pillars of the heavens, were smashed and collapsed, with rubble cascading down like waterfalls.

Without the support of the Obsidian Continent's original will, Hei Xuan True Immortal's cultivation level instantly plummeted from the mid-stage sixth-rank True Immortal realm, which he had been climbing with the help of the momentum, to the mid-stage fifth-rank True Immortal realm. Before he could recover from the sudden drop in power, the shockwave from the shattered barrier, like an invisible giant hand, violently hurled him away. Countless bloody holes exploded on his black Daoist robe, and golden True Immortal blood drew tragic arcs in the air, even corroding tiny black holes in the void as it dripped down.

"Boom..."

With a deafening roar, the Black Profound Immortal crashed heavily to the ground, his body shattering through thousands of layers of rock, creating a terrifying crater billions of light-years deep. The magma at the bottom of the crater was even forced back into the depths of the earth by the force of the impact. He struggled several times but could not rise. His dark Daoist robe was soaked with dust and blood. His once upright body was now like a broken, withered tree. He could only gaze at the increasingly dazzling golden figure in the sky, the last glimmer of light in his eyes completely extinguished, leaving only a deathly grayness.

At the same time, within the Black Profound Heaven Palace, the seven True Immortals, including Black Spring and Black Luo, simultaneously spewed out their immortal blood. Golden blood droplets splashed onto the broken array plate, emitting a sizzling sound as they completely annihilated the remaining runes.

Immediately afterwards, the array plate that was maintaining the great formation exploded into dust with a "bang". Their divine souls and images flickered violently under the terrifying pressure of the seventh-grade true immortal, and their edges continued to disintegrate, as if they would be completely annihilated and their souls scattered in the next second.

All living beings on the Obsidian Continent lay prostrate on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the cold earth, their courage to even look up crushed.

Whether they were once high and mighty Obsidian Clan members or the thousands of vassal races, they were all the same at this moment. They were all like lambs to the slaughter, waiting for their final judgment in extreme fear. Even their breathing trembled, fearing that the slightest movement would bring about their own demise.

"Boom...boom..."

A golden figure slowly stepped forward, traversing the shattered barrier. Each step was like an ancient divine mountain crashing onto the continent, causing the entire Obsidian Continent to tremble and a muffled rumble to reverberate from the depths of the earth's core, as if it were about to collapse at any moment. His gaze swept over the disheveled Black Profound True Immortal, then over the crumbling Black Profound Heavenly Palace in the distance. His voice was calm and undisturbed, yet carried the majesty of ending everything: "Everything ends here!"

Before he finished speaking, the power of a seventh-grade True Immortal surged out of his body like a tsunami, transforming into eight torrents of purple-gold immortal power, carrying billions of primordial runes, like immortal power dragons that came to life, and precisely drilled into the bodies of the eight True Immortals, including Black Profound True Immortal.

Wherever it passed, the surging True Immortal Power within the eight True Immortals instantly solidified, their meridians were locked tightly, and even their souls seemed to be wrapped in an invisible net—their entire power was completely sealed, and they couldn't even move their fingertips. They could only watch helplessly as their cultivation level receded like the tide, turning into fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

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Inside the quiet room of Jiuling Manor in Yunlong Immortal City.

Su Mo slowly withdrew his gaze from the Obsidian Continent, the purple-gold divine light in his eyes gradually fading, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The primordial energy within the quiet room remained thick and liquid, and the golden halo flowing across the cold jade floor tiles reflected his composed expression, creating a stark contrast to the devastation of the Obsidian Continent.

“I have overestimated the Obsidian Clan.” Su Mo tapped the immortal artifact futon on his knee with his fingertips, making a crisp “tap tap” sound. There was a hint of amusement in his voice at the end. “I thought it would take 1,300 or 1,400 illusory spirit bodies to completely subdue them. I didn’t expect that… a mere 1,000 illusory spirit bodies would be enough to suppress them all.”

As he spoke, Su Mo looked up again in the direction of the Obsidian Continent. In his mind's eye, he clearly saw the eight True Immortals, including the Black Profound True Immortal, being absorbed into his Natal Universe Sea by his Spiritual Illusionary Body.

"Now, it's my time to reap the rewards!"

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Spring goes and autumn comes, and ten thousand years pass quickly.

"Whoosh..."

A golden ray, like a shooting star, pierced the silence of the quiet room, flashing out from the void rift, carrying fragments of countless stars, and quickly entered Su Mo's body.

After ten thousand years of arduous journey, the group of illusory spirits finally managed to plunder the entire fortune of the eight great immortals, including the Black Profound Immortal.

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows; this is indeed true."

Su Mo slowly opened his eyes, a smile appearing in them.

These old guys all left behind hidden tricks, preparing to make a comeback. In particular, Old Ancestor Hei Xuan, a fifth-grade True Immortal, had more than a hundred hidden tricks, which directly made his empty pockets swell up again, much more abundant than before he went into seclusion.

Adding to the eight True Immortals and their avatars, Su Mo faintly saw a glimmer of hope for becoming a Perfect Fifth-Rank True Immortal.

"I almost forgot, there's something even more important."

Su Mo suddenly chuckled, his fingertips tracing a mysterious path in the air. A water mirror appeared out of thin air, reflecting the phantoms of the Obsidian Continent and the hundreds of subordinate continents controlled by the Obsidian Clan.

“There are quite a few forces in the Cangling Sea that are interested in them, so they can probably fetch a considerable price.”

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