Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Chapter 1170 Come back with me, or will your soul be scattered to the winds?

In the central part of the Primordial Immortal Realm lies an extremely hidden little world. It is enveloped by layers upon layers of spatial arrays, perfectly blending with the surrounding void. Even an eighth-grade Golden Immortal passing by would find it extremely difficult to discover the existence of this world without carefully examining it, and would only regard it as an ordinary fold of chaos.

Within the small world, the chaotic energy was thin, and only two figures stood in the void—the two elders, Xuan Yin and Xuan Yang. Faint yin and yang energies surrounded them, their gazes piercing through the barriers of the small world, fixed on the black-clad youth outside the Hongmeng Realm. When they saw the man's face clearly, their pupils suddenly contracted, their faces turned deathly pale, and they even missed a beat of breath, as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats.

"How could it be him?!"

Ancestor Xuan Yin gasped, his voice filled with barely concealed horror, the last syllable trembling slightly. His withered fingers unconsciously clenched his black robe. The information they had previously conveyed to the Eighteenth Prince had been deliberately ambiguous, only mentioning that the Hongmeng Immortal Lord had a protector, but remaining vague about his "true cultivation level," even downplaying his strength. They had assumed that for someone of such "weight," the Eighteenth Prince would only send an Eighth-Rank Golden Immortal at most; they never expected it to be that monstrous Qianye!

Qianye was the sharpest blade under the Eighteenth Prince, a top expert below the Quasi-Immortal King. Back in the Purple Extreme Star Abyss, he single-handedly fought against four Ninth-Rank Golden Immortals, not only winning the battle but also severely injuring two of them on the spot. His fierce power made countless Golden Immortals tremble with fear.

Although the two brothers were both highly skilled, reaching the peak of the eighth-grade Golden Immortal realm and proficient in Yin-Yang combined attacks, they could even contend with a ninth-grade early-stage Golden Immortal when working together. However, facing a ruthless character like Qianye, known for his slaughter, they had no chance of winning whatsoever. A slight misstep could mean that even escape would be a pipe dream.

"Senior brother, it seems we've gone too far. What should we do?" Ancestor Xuan Yin's gaze shifted to Ancestor Xuan Yang, a deep anxiety flashing in his eyes, his voice trembling slightly. "Old man Qian Ye has come here with a murderous intent. Even if that brat Hong Meng has some skill, I'm afraid..."

Their initial intention was merely to use the Eighteenth Prince to force Su Mo to submit, thereby drawing out the potential Quasi-Immortal King behind him and gaining a powerful ally for the Thirteenth Prince. They did not actually want Su Mo's life.

There are no secrets that stay hidden forever. If something really happens to the young Hongmeng, and their plot against the Hongmeng Immortal Lord is leaked, the Quasi-Immortal King behind him will definitely not let them off easily. Even if they don't die, they will be severely punished.

Ancestor Xuanyang remained silent for a moment, his brows furrowing into a deep frown, his gentle aura becoming disordered. He gazed at the shadowy figure in black outside the boundary, hesitated for a long time, and then sighed softly, "Now that things have come to this, we can only try our best… If things turn bad, we will act immediately. If we truly cannot save that Hongmeng brat…"

He paused, a resolute glint in his eyes: "There's nothing we can do about it. We can only blame that brat Hongmeng for this calamity in his fate. We can't risk our lives for him."

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Beyond the primordial chaos.

The Thousand Nights Golden Immortal stood in the void, his black robes fluttering slightly in the chaotic air currents. He did not rashly step into the Primordial World. His dark eyes, like the most precise probes, scanned the immortal realm shrouded in primordial purple energy inch by inch, as if trying to see through the very fabric of every space. He could clearly sense that the power of the rules of this world was exceptionally stable, like black iron cast for billions of years. A vast and powerful force lay dormant deep within the purple energy, like a sleeping primordial beast, waiting for an intruder to take a wrong step before suddenly opening its eyes and revealing its fangs to devour the heavens and earth.

"As expected of a descendant of a Quasi-Immortal King, he does indeed possess some skill." He sighed inwardly, but he wasn't too worried. Below the Quasi-Immortal King level, he feared no one, and even if he was defeated, escaping unscathed wouldn't be a problem.

The next second...

Qianye Jinxian moved slightly, the hem of his black robe drawing a clean arc and bringing with it a sharp whistling sound. He raised his eyes to look at the Primordial World before him, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was extremely cold, like the friction of ten thousand years of ice, or the operation of a cold machine, devoid of any personal emotion: "Primordial Immortal Lord, His Highness the Eighteenth Prince has ordered that you, Taiyu Xingyuan, be invited to meet him."

He paused, then his tone revealed undisguised killing intent, like a sharp blade suddenly drawn from its sheath, its edge gleaming, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet by billions of degrees: "Come back with me, or be annihilated. Choose one."

The moment his words fell, a wisp of deathly gray mist silently spread around Qianye Golden Immortal, freezing even the chaotic air around him. He no longer concealed his aura; the terrifying pressure of a perfect ninth-grade Golden Immortal erupted from him like a flood bursting its banks, sweeping towards the primordial world. In an instant, the void shattered, the stars dimmed, and even time seemed to freeze.

The world's crystal wall, like glass struck by a heavy hammer, began to crack rapidly from the edges. Spiderweb-like cracks spread out densely, making crisp "crack, crack" sounds, as if it would shatter completely at any moment. The entire world seemed to have entered a countdown to the end of the world. The mountains and rivers inside trembled under the pressure. Mountains collapsed, rivers flowed backward, countless spiritual roots and immortal plants fell to the ground, and even the most resilient ancient chaotic trees bent over.

"I will not choose any of them; I will choose three."

Within the Primordial Chaos Realm, in a white jade pavilion, Su Mo set down his teacup and slowly rose. His azure robes fluttered gently amidst the surging, primordial purple energy, exuding an air of composure. He gazed at the black-clad figure outside the realm, a sharp, piercing glint in his eyes. His voice, penetrating the layers of spatial barriers, clearly reached the ears of the Thousand Nights Golden Immortal, carrying an undeniable authority:

"Take him down for me."

"Four Symbols Sealing Heaven and Locking Soul Formation, activate!"

With a low shout, four-colored divine light suddenly shone at the edge of the Primordial World—the illusory images of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise suddenly appeared, connecting head to tail, transforming into a huge barrier that completely isolated Thousand Nights Golden Immortal from the Primordial World. A thick, earthy yellow halo flowed across the barrier, and faint sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls could be heard, sealing off the space above, below, and in all directions, so that not even a trace of chaotic air could penetrate it.

"Primordial Purple Qi Immortal Locking Formation, activate!"

Immediately afterwards, countless wisps of pale purple primordial energy surged from the depths of the Immortal Realm, like thousands of agile purple snakes, coiling towards Thousand Nights Golden Immortal. This purple energy appeared gentle, yet it contained a domineering power capable of obliterating immortal rules. Wherever it passed, even the Netherworld Mist emanating from Thousand Nights Golden Immortal was purified, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating. In the blink of an eye, the purple energy wove a dense, impenetrable purple net around him, runes flashing at its meshes, firmly locking down the flow of his immortal power, making every movement feel incredibly sluggish.

"Time-Space Reversal Wheel Array, activate!"

At the third command, the void beneath Qianye Jinxian's feet suddenly distorted, rippling like ink drops thrown into water. The flow of time became erratic, one moment vast and momentary, the next a fleeting instant; space swirled like a vortex, stretching his figure to varying sizes, sometimes as insignificant as an ant, sometimes as majestic as a mountain. Though he stood still, he felt as if he had stepped into an endless labyrinth, each step landing on distorted points in spacetime, even his divine sense severely disrupted, unable to pinpoint any direction.

"The Soul-Destroying Array of Fate and Reincarnation, activate!"

As the fourth grand formation activated, a sharp pain suddenly shot through Qianye Jinxian's sea of ​​consciousness, as if countless fine needles were piercing it simultaneously. Countless bizarre and fantastical illusions flashed before his eyes—the hardships he endured as a child being punished in the Xuan Ye Palace, the bloodshed of his first killing mission, and even the horrific scene of his future being devoured by the Primordial Purple Qi and his soul scattered. These illusions were incredibly real, stirring his immortal soul, attempting to shake his Dao heart, erode his will, and make him, in a daze, consider giving up resistance and utterly succumb.

"The Great Formation of Annihilation of All Spirits, Destroy!"

The final grand formation was activated, and the life force of trillions upon trillions of living beings within the Hongmeng Immortal Realm suddenly converged—whether it was celestial birds soaring through the nine heavens, spirit beasts lurking on the earth, or spirit plants rooted in the soil, their life force was drawn out and transformed into a hazy, world-destroying beam of light, carrying the power of the rule of "all things returning to nothingness," shooting out from the inner side of the Four Symbols Barrier. Wherever it passed, all rules collapsed, and all energy was devoured, directly bombarding the Thousand Nights Golden Immortal who was entangled in the purple net and trapped in the chaotic space-time.

The five great immortal formations are interlocked and layered, weaving a net of heaven and earth outside the Primordial Chaos Realm. The Four Symbols Barrier locks off any escape route, the Primordial Purple Net binds the body, the Spacetime Array disrupts perception, the Destiny Array shakes the soul, and the Returning Void Beam is the final killing move—under this five-fold killing formation, there is almost no chance of survival for anyone below the Quasi-Immortal King level!

"Damn it, when was this formation set up? Why didn't I notice it at all?"

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