Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Chapter 1002 4 Elephant Immortal Order

Inside the quiet room of Jiuling Manor.

In the dim light, the nine-layered black lotus floated in mid-air, each petal shimmering with a deep, dark light, as if it had condensed the ancient yin energy, making the surrounding light even more somber, and even the air seemed to be stained with ink.

A faint, mysterious yin energy swirled around the edges of the lotus petals, moving like slender snakes, emanating a bone-chilling coldness, yet also carrying a warm, nourishing sensation.

Su Mo sat cross-legged on it, his eyes closed. Within his natal sea of ​​immortal energy, pale golden primordial power surged like a rushing river of stars, pure and without a trace of impurity. Each drop seemed to contain the life-and-death power of a universe. Unceasingly surging, it washed over the barriers along its path, eventually transforming into countless streams of light that rapidly merged into the trillions of cells of his divine body like fine rain.

Each fusion was accompanied by a subtle humming sound emanating from the depths of the cells, as if countless stars were being born, exploding, and reuniting within them. Under the scouring of the primordial immortal power, those cellular seas of cosmic energy were slowly expanding at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, the chaotic barriers at the edges being constantly refined and dissolved, transforming into the purest primordial matter; new cosmic prototypes were quietly gestating at the edges of the seas of cosmic energy, and in the blink of an eye, one new universe after another formed new cosmic clusters, reenacting the trajectory of creation, radiating vigorous vitality.

Suddenly, Su Mo slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. A dazzling golden light flashed in his eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the long night, illuminating the entire quiet room. Then, it settled into a deep surprise, and even the primordial immortal power flowing around him rippled with joy, as if cheering and boiling over for this unexpected joy.

Over these three hundred Chaotic Eras, 1499 illusory spirits traversed the surrounding cosmic seas, from crumbling immortal abodes to desolate, lifeless starfields, traversing countless perilous lands and scavenging numerous True Immortal-level rare treasures for him. Yet, even so, after three hundred Chaotic Eras, he had only managed to push his Primordial Boundless True Immortal Body to the fifth level of minor completion. He was still quite far from the fifth level of major completion, let alone the unattainable fifth level of perfection.

With only five hundred Chaos Eras remaining until the Nine Realms Immortal War, it was thought that with the current speed at which the group of spiritual phantoms were gathering resources, there was absolutely no possibility of taking another step forward and breaking through to the sixth-grade perfect True Immortal. Even whether the Primordial Boundless True Immortal Body could successfully achieve the fifth stage was still a big unknown.

Unexpectedly, there was a glimmer of hope after all the darkness.

The news of a seventh-grade True Immortal's tomb was like a ray of dawn piercing through the fog, giving him renewed hope.

A seventh-grade True Immortal's tomb, especially one that has never been opened before, even after tens of thousands of cosmic eras, its resources are far beyond what an ordinary sixth-grade True Immortal would possess.

As long as we take over this seventh-grade True Immortal tomb, even if we can't gather all the resources needed to break through to the sixth-grade Perfect True Immortal realm, it won't be too far off.

The next second...

With a thought, Su Mo's gaze, like two invisible divine rainbows, pierced through the boundless void, crossed the barrier of a cosmic sea, and landed precisely on a large cosmic sea—the Crimson Sea.

Compared to the Azure Spirit Sea, the Crimson Dew Sea has existed for a much longer time, exceeding 120,000 cosmic eras, and its foundation and strength far surpass those of the Azure Spirit Sea. In the Azure Spirit Sea, a Fifth-Rank True Immortal is the ceiling, and Sixth-Rank True Immortals are rarely seen; but in the Crimson Dew Sea, not only are there several Sixth-Rank True Immortals openly active, but there are even rumors that a Seventh-Rank True Immortal is hiding in the shadows, observing the ever-changing winds and clouds of this cosmic sea.

In the southern part of the Crimson Sea, inside the tomb of a fourth-rank True Immortal.

On the stone walls on both sides of the tomb passage, runes that have long since faded are engraved, like a faded ancient scroll, having lost their former brilliance, leaving only blurry outlines, telling of their past glory.

Occasionally, a few ghostly flames flickered in the corners, their eerie green light illuminating the mottled and desolate landscape—broken stone pillars, scattered skeletons, and shattered fragments of magical artifacts, all testifying to the perilous nature of this place.

The air was thick with the stench of decay, a scent that had been sealed away for millennia, mixed with a faint stench of blood—the traces left by intruders throughout the ages, now solidified into dark brown stains, clinging firmly to the broken stone pillars and scattered bones, blending with the dust and emitting a nauseating odor.

In the center of the main burial chamber deep inside, a crystal coffin rests quietly. The coffin is covered with a thick layer of dust, but the faint outline of the inside can still be seen, as if an immortal is sleeping inside, and the patterns of the robes are still faintly discernible.

On the coffin, a young man dressed in black stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as upright as a lone pine tree, out of place in the deathly silent tomb, as if he were an uninvited guest who had broken in from another time and space.

His aura was extremely cold, like ice that had never melted for millennia. Wherever he passed, even the air seemed to freeze into ice shards, and a thin layer of white frost condensed on the ground, as if to completely freeze the entire tomb. Even the flickering of the Netherworld Fire slowed down a bit.

The man's face was extremely cold and stern, his eyebrows were as sharp as if they had been carved by a knife, and his eyes were as deep as a cold pool, without the slightest ripple, as if nothing in the world could leave a trace in his heart.

He held a palm-sized crimson token in his hand, its edges shimmering with faint flame patterns, as if endless divine flames were churning and roaring within it, radiating a scorching aura capable of burning the heavens and destroying the earth. This created an eerie balance with the icy aura surrounding him, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly.

One side of the token is engraved with the ancient celestial script – the two characters “Vermilion Bird”, with vigorous strokes and an aura of scorching heaven and earth; the other side features a lifelike Vermilion Bird with outstretched wings, its feathers distinct and its expression majestic, as if it would take flight from the token at any moment, spewing forth the Vermilion Bird Divine Flame that would burn everything, turning this desolate tomb and the entire cosmic sea into scorched earth.

Twelve thousand cosmic eras ago, a seventh-rank True Immortal—the Four Symbols True Immortal—appeared in the Crimson Sea. He roamed the Crimson Sea for thousands of cosmic eras without ever being defeated, making him virtually invincible. Legend has it that at the end of his lifespan, he left behind the Four Symbols Immortal Tokens. By collecting the four tokens—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—one could open the Immortal Tomb of the Four Symbols True Immortal and obtain the boundless treasures he had accumulated throughout his life.

The token in this person's hand was none other than the Vermilion Bird Immortal Token, one of the Four Symbols Immortal Tokens.

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"Let's see if we can successfully enter the Four Symbols True Immortal Tomb with this Vermilion Bird Immortal Token. If not, we'll have to find the other three Token Masters to cooperate with."

Inside the quiet room of Nine Spirits Manor, Su Mo raised an eyebrow slightly. Fortunately, the other three Immortal Decrees had already been revealed, and it wasn't too secretive that their masters were in the Crimson Sea. Otherwise, it would have been another troublesome matter.

The next second...

That's the main chamber of the tomb of a fourth-rank True Immortal.

The air seemed to still be frozen in the icy chill surrounding the young man in black. The eerie green flames around his feet trembled slightly, not daring to get any closer, and even their movements became cautious.

Suddenly, the ethereal, ice-like body twitched slightly, and the icy aura around it abruptly receded like a tide, transforming into a faint black shadow that almost blended into the darkness of the tomb.

“Sizzle…”

Space seemed to be ripped apart by an invisible blade, emitting a faint tearing sound. A pitch-black rift quietly opened above the crystal coffin, its edges shimmering with distorted light patterns, as if connecting to another unknown world. Ling Xu's illusory body stepped into it, his figure disappearing instantly like a drop of water merging into an ink pool.

The crack closed immediately, leaving no trace, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion within the tomb. Only a faint trace of chill lingered on the crystal coffin, proving that the black-clad youth had once lingered there.

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Millions of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Crimson Sea, a level six True Immortal Continent—Celestial Phenomenon Continent, Four Symbols Sea.

This sea area is shrouded in thick, lead-gray fog year-round, within which visible restrictive runes churn, sometimes transforming into a green dragon wagging its tail, sometimes condensing into a white tiger roaring, sometimes appearing as a vermilion bird spreading its wings, and sometimes morphing into a black tortoise shrinking its head. Each rune contains a terrifying pressure that would make even true immortal ancestors tremble, causing the surrounding immortal energy to become violent and stagnant.

This is the most terrifying forbidden area on the Celestial Phenomenon Continent. The entire Four Symbols Sea is wrapped in countless layers of True Immortal restrictions, like a huge prison. Even some Fifth-Rank True Immortals who dare to venture into it mostly face a nine-out-of-ten chance of death, and their corpses are unlikely to be preserved.

Legend has it that the Four Symbols Sea was once the Daoist temple of the Four Symbols Immortals, who were invincible in the Crimson Sea. In those days, the Four Symbols Immortals comprehended the Dao, refined elixirs, and forged weapons here, leaving behind countless legends. After their lives came to an end, their immortal tomb was also located deep in the Four Symbols Sea, merging with the restrictions of this sea area, becoming the last barrier protecting their eternal resting place.

On this day, the thick fog at the edge of the Four Symbols Sea suddenly surged violently, as if stirred by an invisible hand, forming huge whirlpools. The originally orderly restrictive runes became disordered, emitting a crackling "sizzling" sound, as if they were about to collapse, and the entire sea area was filled with a restless atmosphere of impending storm.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh," space twisted and cracked like ripped paper, countless tiny spatial fragments falling like shattered glass. Finally, a spatial portal as tall as a person appeared, its interior pitch black, with chaotic energy churning and colliding within.

The next second...

A black-clad youth with an icy aura, as if from a frozen inferno, stepped out from the spatial portal.

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