Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Chapter 1130 Suppressing a Rank 8 Golden Immortal

Ancestor Yuanji's expression changed drastically, and he screamed in terror. His voice was distorted by extreme fear, like a broken gong being torn apart. The madness and ruthlessness that had just appeared on his face were instantly replaced by overwhelming horror. His withered body trembled uncontrollably like a candle in the wind, and the bones under his black robe made a creaking sound as if they were about to fall apart. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, sliding down his dry wrinkles like rain. Each drop of sweat hit the void and was accompanied by a slight popping sound—the sound of his immortal power being crushed into dust by the overwhelming pressure around him due to the chaos caused by fear.

The four people behind him were no better off, their faces deathly pale, even their lips devoid of color, as if all life had been drained from them, leaving only soulless shells. Fairy Yun Shu's palace skirt fluttered without wind, the starlight stones inlaid on the hem trembling wildly, their light flickering as if they might crumble into dust at any moment, even her carefully maintained celestial bearing vanished; the flames surrounding the old man in crimson immortal armor had completely extinguished, only a few sparks clinging to life in the gaps of his armor, even the immortal armor covering his entire body groaned under the pressure, fine cracks appearing at the edges of the plates, as if it would collapse at any moment; the body of the golden immortal in the earthen-yellow Daoist robe suddenly... Staggering, he instinctively reached out to brace himself against the void, barely managing to steady himself. The mountain and river patterns embroidered on his Daoist robe had long since become a tangled mess, losing their original profound Daoist charm, like a collapsing mountain range. The Ancestor of the Underworld gasped repeatedly, and for the first time, an emotion called "despair" appeared in his deathly eyes. His fingers dug deeply into his palms under his black robe, oozing dark golden immortal blood, yet he felt no pain. All his senses were seized by that overwhelming pressure, and even breathing became a luxury.

This terrifying pressure had already reached the threshold of a peak ninth-grade Golden Immortal, and it was rapidly increasing. Every wisp of its aura struck the hearts of the five like a heavy hammer. Such a terrifying being was beyond their ability to resist, let alone even look up at; it was simply too dazzling for them, a few eighth-grade Golden Immortals, to provoke.

In the blink of an eye, a few more breaths passed. The golden pillar of light surrounding Su Mo suddenly surged tens of thousands of feet, his aura crashing down like a torrent reaching its peak, marking his complete entry into the realm of a ninth-grade peak Golden Immortal!

A terrifying pressure radiated outwards from him, causing the chaotic air currents of billions of eons around him to tremble slightly, forming visible ripples. Even the dark purple spatial rifts were temporarily smoothed out by this pressure, and the gales at the edges of the rifts softened. The five eighth-rank Golden Immortals, including the Primordial Ancestor Yuanji, were locked in place by this pressure. Their chests felt as if they were being stuffed with millions of chaotic immortal mountains. Every breath was accompanied by tearing pain, and the flow of immortal energy in their lungs was as sluggish as mud, almost suffocating them.

At this moment, the four eighth-rank Golden Immortals, including Fairy Yun Shu, exchanged glances rapidly, each seeing a resolute determination in their eyes. Then, Fairy Yun Shu stepped forward first, bowing gracefully to Su Mo, her posture extremely respectful, almost prostrating herself: "Senior, please forgive us. We were all deceived by this old man Yuan Ji, mistakenly believing you to be just an ordinary Golden Immortal. We had no intention of offending your divine might. We hope you will see the truth."

No sooner had she finished speaking than the old man in crimson armor immediately interjected, his voice sharp with urgency, filled with an urgent defense: "Senior, please understand! It's all that old man Yuan Ji's fault! He used sweet words to lure us into coming to ambush and kill you. This matter has nothing to do with us from beginning to end!"

The golden immortal in the earthen-yellow Taoist robe turned to Ancestor Yuanji, glaring angrily as if their previous camaraderie had never existed. His tone was filled with righteous indignation: "Old man Yuanji, you have some nerve! How dare you deceive us and drag us into this catastrophe! Now, why don't you surrender and await your judgment, senior? What are you waiting for!"

Even the Ancestor of the Underworld, an eighth-rank Golden Immortal of the same clan, spoke with a cold face, his tone devoid of any warmth, as if he were speaking to a complete stranger: "Yuan Ji, this matter was indeed orchestrated by you alone; we were merely implicated. Senior, if you can spare our lives, we are willing to help you capture this deceitful scoundrel and will submit to your disposal without question!"

Their voices were righteous and resounding, as if they were not the ones who had just conspired with Ancestor Yuanji to set up the formation and clamored to take Su Mo's life.

Dead Taoist friend, immortal poor Taoist!

At this point, who cared about kinship or past relationships? They had no interest in dying alongside Yuan Ji. Besides, it was Yuan Ji's fault to begin with. If he hadn't concealed the truth, why would they have been foolish enough to offend such a powerful figure at the peak of the ninth rank? The fact that they hadn't immediately turned against him was already an act of consideration for their last remaining bond.

"Dead Ghost, you...you..."

Ancestor Yuanji whirled around, glaring at Fairy Yunshu and her three companions. The initial shock in his eyes was replaced by a chilling rage, the eerie light in his eyes almost burning. He pointed at the four, his lips trembling, his whole body shaking with fury. The grinding of his bones beneath his black robes grew increasingly rapid, yet he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time. His gaze was like that of four treacherous traitors, or four vengeful ghosts seeking death. A mixture of resentment and despair made his already withered face even more grotesque, like a demon crawling out of hell, utterly terrifying.

Within the golden pillar of light, Su Mo took in everything, his cold smile deepening as if watching an absurd farce, his eyes filled with mockery. Then, he slowly raised his hands and gently clapped them together—

“Snap… snap…”

The crisp applause echoed in the deathly silence, each sound like a tap on the heartstrings of the five people, more shocking than thunder, making their souls unsteady and their blood surging.

"What a dogfight! It's quite a spectacle." Su Mo's voice was icy cold, each word as if tempered by millennia of ice. "Unfortunately, I'm not buying it."

Before he finished speaking, Su Mo stepped out of the golden pillar of light. The terrifying pressure of a peak ninth-grade Golden Immortal swept out like a tsunami. Wherever it passed, the remaining nine immortal immortal arrays were instantly crushed and violently deformed, and the array patterns broke inch by inch.

"Boom..."

The continuous explosions echoed throughout the Southern Abyss Realm. Mushroom clouds, each over ten million years in diameter, rose continuously into the void, carrying with them shattered array patterns and fragments of rules—a dazzling yet deadly spectacle. The nine immortal arrays collapsed rapidly before the naked eye, their once intertwined net of rules breaking inch by inch, dissipating into streams of light.

"Oh no! This old bastard is impervious to reason; he's determined to wipe us out!" Fairy Yun Shu's heart sank. The last glimmer of hope on her face vanished, replaced by a deep-seated fear. Forgetting her fairy-like composure, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood essence. The blood landed on her palace dress, instantly igniting her immortal essence—as the starlight surged, her speed reached its peak. She transformed into a dazzling streak of light, fleeing away from Su Mo. Where her skirt swept past, even the chaotic air currents were torn open, revealing the void behind her.

Almost simultaneously, including the Yuanji Ancestor who was still glaring at Fairy Yunshu, the other four Rank 8 Golden Immortals reacted, their survival instincts overriding everything. The old man in crimson armor ignited the flame essence on his armor, transforming into a crimson meteor, trailing a long fiery tail as he fled through the air; the man in the earthen-yellow Taoist robe flung his robe around, causing it to expand ten thousand times in size, transforming into a massive earthen-yellow shield in front of him, using the recoil to retreat frantically; the Death Ancestor's death aura surged, his entire body transforming into a blurry black shadow that merged into the void, attempting to conceal his tracks and escape; the Yuanji Ancestor summoned the Netherworld Ten Thousand Bones Banner, its surface unfurling ten thousand feet wide, a million vengeful spirits howling to form a black torrent, attempting to use the spirits as a human shield to cover his breakout. The five scattered in five different directions, their speed matching that of Rank 9 Golden Immortals, clearly having exhausted all their strength, even using their most trump card for survival.

A peak ninth-grade Golden Immortal was not someone the five of them could contend with even when they joined forces; now that morale was low and they were fighting their own battles, they had no chance of winning whatsoever.

Staying to fight would only benefit the other four, so it's better to escape and perhaps have a chance of survival.

"You still want to leave at this point? Do you think I'm a dead man?" A hint of mockery flashed in Su Mo's eyes. He didn't move, but simply tapped the air with his fingertip.

The entire chaotic void suddenly trembled violently, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, even the flow of time seemed to halt. Immediately afterward, three terrifying pressures, dozens of times stronger than those of the Primordial Ancestor and the others, abruptly rose from the east, south, and north respectively—the eastern pressure, like a blazing sun, contained the fiery rules capable of incinerating all things; wherever it passed, the chaotic air currents were ignited, transforming into a sea of ​​fire. The southern pressure, like a surging ocean, flowed with the all-encompassing yet all-devouring Dao of Water, causing layers of ripples in the void, as if to melt everything within it. The northern pressure, like ten thousand mountains standing side by side, emanated the earth-elemental rules that suppressed heaven and earth, as heavy as a mountain, causing the void itself to sink. These three pressures instantly merged with Su Mo's own peak ninth-rank aura, forming an impenetrable net of rules covering tens of thousands of eons, completely sealing off the space where the five were trying to escape.

At this moment, the void seemed to solidify into a viscous slurry. The figures of Yuanji Ancestor and the others suddenly froze, their speed reduced to the extreme, like ants trapped in a swamp. Fairy Yunshu's starlight struggled within the net, each inch of progress consuming several times her source energy, her starlight dimming at a visible speed. The crimson-armored elder's fiery meteors constantly crashed against the invisible net walls, emitting a sizzling sound, the flames being extinguished by the power of the rules within the net, becoming dim and lifeless. Yuanji Ancestor's Netherworld Bone Banner was even more firmly clamped by the net of rules; the vengeful spirits on the banner were dissolved by the golden divine light within the net the moment they touched the net walls, emitting a shrill scream, the aura of the Bone Banner weakening at a visible speed... The five people struggled to move within the net, their faces filled with despair that penetrated to the bone, the last light in their eyes gradually extinguished.

"Ah...three more ninth-rank Golden Immortals!" Fairy Yun Shu screamed, her voice distorted with fear, sharp as fingernails scraping against glass. "Old man Yuan Ji, you beast! What kind of beings have you provoked?!"

Four ninth-rank Golden Immortals, and even moreover, they were all ninth-rank Golden Immortals at the mid-stage or above. Such a powerful force, such a great force, is hard to find even in the entire Immortal Kingdom. How could a mere eighth-rank Golden Immortal like him possibly provoke such a force?

"It's over! We're completely finished!"

The old man in crimson armor roared in despair, his voice filled with resentment and regret.

"Yuan Ji, you are a sinner against my clan for all eternity!"

The Ancestor of Death glared venomously at the Ancestor of Primordial Silence. If he hadn't been unable to move at the moment, he probably would have already pounced on him and torn him to pieces.

"No...stop! I haven't broken through to the ninth rank yet, I'm not reconciled!"

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