Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Chapter 990 Shaking the Azure Spirit Sea

Time flies like an arrow; millions of years have passed like sand slipping through our fingers, quietly passing through the long river of time in the Cangling Sea.

In the southeast of the Azure Spirit Sea, amidst a void shrouded in nebula, floats a vast continent.

Its vast area is in no way inferior to the Obsidian Continent. A faint purple-gold halo flows over the surface of the continent. It is an energy barrier formed by the "Purple Extreme Immortal Power" unique to the Purple Light Immortal Clan, one of the three overlords in the southern part of the Azure Spirit Sea. The runes flowing on it are more ancient and magnificent than the Obsidian Immortal Runes on the protective barrier of the Obsidian Continent. It faintly exudes a powerful pressure that even a fifth-grade True Immortal would find difficult to shake. Even the turbulent currents in the void obediently divert and bypass outside the halo.

This continent is the Purple Light Continent, the birthplace of the Purple Light Immortal Clan.

In the center of the continent, Purple Cloud Heaven stands high above the void for 100,000 cosmic years, perpetually shrouded in a layer of light purple mist. In the hazy distance, it seems as if celestial music emanates from the clouds, sometimes like the cry of a phoenix, sometimes like the resounding of bells and drums, mysterious and unpredictable.

At the heart of the Purple Cloud Heaven, the Cloud Flower Immortal Palace, like a slumbering ancient beast, lies quietly atop the sea of ​​clouds. The palace walls are built of "purple crystal jade," each piece of which contains the essence of purple energy accumulated over millions of years. It refracts thousands of rays of light in the clouds, breathtakingly beautiful yet exuding an inviolable majesty.

Deep within the celestial palace, in a celestial hall enveloped by countless rays of purple light, a person sat cross-legged atop a swirling purple cloud, eyes closed.

He wore a moon-white Taoist robe with purple trim, the sleeves embroidered with intricate "purple light immortal script," and as the runes flowed, it seemed as if purple lightning was running through the fabric.

With white hair and a youthful face, his skin was as smooth and warm as jade. His long beard hung down to his chest, each strand of which was snow-white and translucent. When a breeze blew by, his beard moved slightly, and even brought out wisps of purple electric arcs, which crackled in the air.

His entire being exuded a profound and mysterious aura of returning to simplicity. With each breath, the immortal energy of Ziyun Heaven surged into his body like a tide and then quietly leaked out, perfectly matching the energy flow of the entire Yunhua Immortal Palace. It was as if he was not sitting there, but rather a part of the Immortal Palace itself, his every movement and stillness in harmony with the rhythm of the heavens.

True Immortal Ziyun, the pillar of the Ziguang Immortal Clan, the spiritual backbone of countless clansmen, a fifth-grade True Immortal who is in no way inferior to True Immortal Heixuan, is the key to the Ziguang Immortal Clan's ability to become one of the three overlords in the southern part of Cangling Sea.

Suddenly, the old man's white eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, like two jade leaves glistening with morning dew. His tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and countless purple vortexes first appeared in his pupils. Deep within the vortexes surged fragments of rules condensed from "Purple Extreme Immortal Power," seemingly about to devour all the light and shadow around him.

But this imposing aura lasted only a moment before being replaced by a deeper emotion.

Countless purple vortexes suddenly stopped, then seemed to be crushed by an invisible force, turning into specks of purple stars that shimmered in the eyes.

The serene composure on Ziyun Zhenxian's face shattered completely, replaced by indescribable astonishment. Even the long beard hanging down his chest became disordered due to the fluctuation of his emotions, and the purple arcs of electricity it generated became chaotic, crackling with a hint of panic.

"The Obsidian Clan... were they just wiped out like that?"

He murmured softly, his voice trembling slightly without him even realizing it.

How could this be?

As one of the three overlords in the southern part of the Azure Spirit Sea, True Immortal Ziyun knew better than anyone how much strength the Obsidian Clan possessed.

Even if it were a legendary sixth-grade True Immortal in their Cangling Sea, they wouldn't be able to easily annihilate the Obsidian Clan.

After a long while, True Immortal Ziyun finally recovered from the shock. Her fingertips clenched unconsciously, wrinkling the purple cloud beneath her, which remained wrinkled for a long time. The astonishment in her pupils gradually settled into an indescribable panic, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples, and even her breathing became heavy.

The fact that the Obsidian Clan could be so easily wiped out... even without a seventh-grade True Immortal in charge, that mysterious force must have the strength to crush a sixth-grade True Immortal.

Is it a personal grudge? Or is some force secretly plotting against the southern part of Cangling Sea?

If it's the former, then so be it; it shouldn't affect their Purple Light Immortal Clan. But if it's the latter... then the consequences will be unimaginable.

As one of the two major overlords in the south, the Purple Light Immortal Clan is very likely the next target of the mastermind behind the scenes. However, the overall strength of the Purple Light Immortal Clan is not much stronger than that of the Obsidian Clan, at most it is slightly better.

If the mastermind behind the scenes could destroy the Obsidian Clan, then they could certainly destroy the Purple Light Immortal Clan as well.

Hey!

True Immortal Ziyun sighed inwardly, the curve of his long beard becoming heavy, as if bearing the fate of the entire clan.

No, our lineage has endured for thousands of cosmic ages; it cannot be destroyed in an instant.

We must prepare for the worst!

The next second...

Without further hesitation, True Immortal Ziyun swung his long sleeves sharply. The wide sleeves of his purple robe billowed like sails in the wind, unleashing a highly refined "Purple Extreme Immortal Power," which transformed into a long rainbow of purple lightning, tearing through the myriad purple clouds enveloping the Immortal Palace.

"call out......"

The purple light was incredibly fast. When it passed through the layers of restrictions of the Yunhua Immortal Palace, the defensive light screens that could block the attack of a fourth-grade True Immortal did not even have time to ripple before they were silently penetrated by the purple lightning. In the blink of an eye, it left the Purple Cloud Heaven.

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Cangling Sea, southwest.

A vast continent, even larger than the Obsidian Continent, floated silently in the void like a slumbering Geng metal behemoth, exuding unparalleled sharpness.

The surface of the continent lacked the misty, ethereal aura of immortals; instead, it was filled with countless flowing, sharp golden rays—the unique "Primal Geng Metal Power" of the Golden Origin Immortal Clan, the most ancient overlords of the southern Cangling Sea. This tangible power enveloped the surrounding area, as if the air itself were being sliced ​​into countless tiny fragments, emitting a soft, hissing sound. Any living being that approached, upon touching this layer of golden light, would be instantly pulverized; even true immortal ancestors could hardly penetrate it further.

The Golden Origin Continent, the ancestral land of the Golden Origin Immortal Clan!

Above the continent, in the nine heavens, without any clouds to obscure it, there floated a divine palace entirely forged from "Nine Heavens Mysterious Gold".

The divine palace stood over a million light-years high, its eaves and brackets carved with ferocious golden beast phantoms, each outline exuding a sharpness capable of cleaving the heavens. Brilliant golden light radiated from the depths of the palace, like a golden sun hanging in the sky, illuminating the entire Golden Origin Continent. Even the void itself was gilded with an immortal gold by this light, sacred and majestic.

Deep within the divine palace lies a golden space constructed purely from the rules of Geng metal. There is no heaven or earth, no boundaries, only endless golden energy flowing slowly, each wisp containing unparalleled sharpness capable of shattering the world.

An old man in a golden robe sat cross-legged in the center of the space. His robe was embroidered with the "Gengjin Rune," a secret technique of the Golden Source Immortal Clan, which represented the power of the three rules: "Breaking the Law, Splitting the Void, and Severing the Spirit." As the golden light flowed, the runes seemed to break free from the constraints of the robe and transform into tangible swords.

The old man's golden hair cascaded down his shoulders, each strand gleaming with a cold metallic sheen; his golden eyebrows slanted upwards into his temples, their lines sharp as if carved by a knife; even his skin had a warm yet hard golden hue, as if it had been meticulously sculpted from some primordial, mysterious gold.

Extremely refined Geng metal energy overflowed from his pores, weaving into miniature golden swords that floated and swirled around him.

Even a wisp of it was enough to make a fourth-grade True Immortal tremble. At a glance, he was like the "Mother of Geng Metal" that nurtured the Geng Metal Qi. With each breath, the primordial Geng Metal power from the heavens would surge into his body like birds returning to their nests. When it was released through the acupoints around his body, its sharpness was even greater, as if it could sever all the ties in the world.

Jin Yao Zhenxian, known as the most ancient immortal in the southern part of Cangling Sea, is an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of cosmic eras and is also vaguely revered as the southern immortal of Cangling Sea.

Suddenly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, like two thin, cicada-wing-like pieces of gold foil shaking gently. The thousands of miniature golden swords flowing around him abruptly stopped, their blades all turning westward—the direction where the First True Immortal was located, the same direction as the Obsidian Continent.

"The Obsidian Clan... is it all over?"

The sound was soft, like the crisp clinking of gold foil, yet it carried a profound sense of sorrow for the fallen. A wisp of Geng metal energy hovering at his fingertips suddenly shattered, turning into a shower of golden dust—an emotional fluctuation even he couldn't fully control. The demise of the Obsidian Clan, also a southern overlord, was like a needle piercing the balance that had maintained in the southern part of the Azure Spirit Sea for nearly a hundred cosmic eras.

"So who's next?"

Jin Yao Zhenxian asked himself in a low voice, his golden brows furrowing slightly, a hint of solemnity creeping into his expression. The hidden sharpness within him lessened, replaced by a profound and unfathomable caution. Better safe than sorry. He had lived for tens of thousands of cosmic eras, witnessing far too many races utterly destroyed by wishful thinking; he absolutely could not allow the Jin Yuan Immortal Clan to repeat the same mistake.

Our clan must make plans as soon as possible. The legacy of my Jinyuan clan, spanning tens of thousands of cosmic eras, must not be severed in my hands.

next moment......

Jin Yao Zhenxian slowly stood up. His body remained still, yet the Geng metal energy surrounding him seemed to be summoned by some ancient force, surging wildly towards him. The suspended miniature golden swords, the flowing golden energy, and even the Geng metal rules condensed in the space all poured into his body like rivers flowing into the sea, causing his aura to rise at an alarming rate, even causing the space itself to groan under the strain.

In the blink of an eye, the entire space constructed by the Geng Metal rules became clear and transparent, with no more golden light flowing through it. Only his increasingly dazzling golden figure remained, standing in the center of the space, majestic and inviolable, like a peerless divine sword about to be unsheathed.

Then, Jin Yao Zhenxian's body moved slightly. Without using any teleportation technique, he left a golden afterimage in the original spot, while his true body disappeared from this space.

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Time passed quietly, measured in tens of thousands of years. The news of the Obsidian Clan's annihilation spread like a boulder thrown into a lake, quickly reaching every corner of southern Cangling Sea, threatening to engulf the entire Cangling Sea.

Countless forces were shaken. Whether it was a local overlord or a small clan that relied on a powerful figure, they were all discussing the terrifying power hidden behind this news.

In an instant, a terrifying shadow seemed to quickly envelop the Cangling Sea, making the air in this sea area heavy. All forces were cautious and dared not make any rash moves, for fear of becoming the next "Obsidian Clan".

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Soon, thirty million years had passed.

Just as the tense atmosphere in Cangling Sea had eased slightly, and all parties thought the storm was about to pass, a piece of news once again stirred up a storm—

"What? That mysterious force wants to auction off the Obsidian Continent and the continents under the Obsidian Clan's control?"

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