I Seek Immortality Through Serendipity

”Ripple Water Escape Seal!”

The man in the black robe felt a sharp alarm in his heart. Waterlight surged all around him, transforming into a transparent bubble that enveloped him.

The void shimmered as he looked set to make a swift escape.

”Restrain!”

But the Sloppy Daoist merely uttered a soft word, and in the void, a massively oppressive spiritual mechanism roared into existence, like a massive mountain, sealing the surrounding heaven and earth.

”No!”

The man in the black robe was startled, letting out a panicked yell, and he poured all his mana into activating a golden compass at his waist.

Yet it was already too late. The strip of white light coiled instantaneously, breaking through the defensive seal on the man in the black robe, binding him tightly.

Not only that, but countless tiny white insects gushed forth from the ”strip,” moving incredibly fast, burrowing into the man’s body in an instant, spewing white ”threads” in his dantian that wrapped tightly around his Golden Core.

”Ugh ugh ugh!”

With his Golden Core wrapped in threads, the man in the black robe immediately lost his mana, unable even to withstand the pressure of the water domain. His eyeballs filled with blood, and the bones throughout his body gave off creaking sounds.

”Whish!”

Fortunately, the Sloppy Daoist merely flicked his wrist, and the man in the black robe was swept out of the water surface by a solid force of mana, landing at his feet.

”Rip!”

Without any visible action from the Sloppy Daoist, the black robe on the man’s face split into two, revealing a withered, pale face marked by white hair.

”Turns out it’s merely an old coot whose lifespan is nearing its end. No wonder he dared to muddy the waters...”

The Sloppy Daoist took one look at the old man and chuckled to himself.

The Cloud Dream Marsh is rich in resources and opportunities, so many cultivators whose cultivation has stagnated come here when their lifespan is nearing its end for a gamble at luck.

However, being a mighty dragon isn’t that simple.

An ordinary early-stage Golden Core cultivator, in the eyes of these figures who have dwelled in the Cloud Dream Marsh for many years, is nothing but a joke.

The old man’s face was ashen with despair.

”Go!”

After subduing the old man, the Sloppy Daoist spared him no further glance. With a wave of his sleeve, millions of Erosion Spirit Insects surged forward like a vast swarm of dark clouds toward the Water Mansion.

Compared to an old man at the early stage of the Golden Core with his lifespan nearing its end, the Water Mansion was far more significant.

”Old Daoist, you arrived so quickly. Could it be you’ve been guarding this spot all along?”

At that moment, a deep voice suddenly boomed from the distant horizon.

Subsequently, an indescribable surge of waterlight roared into the water domain surrounding the Water Mansion.

The entire water domain was instantly ”frozen.”

The originally flowing water instantly solidified to the utmost, like being forged from refined iron, locking the entire Water Mansion within.

Then, a towering wave, about ten feet high, carried a white-haired, slightly hunched old man toward them.

As the wave surged, the old man arrived before them.

”Patriarch!”

Upon seeing the old man, the man with the black face quickly cupped his hands in respect.

”Weren’t you here already, watching the show all along?”

Seeing this, the Sloppy Daoist spoke with a half-smile.

”I merely anticipated the Water Mansion’s emergence today, so I waited!”

The old man spoke indifferently, his expression showing no ripples of emotion.

”In that case, there’s no need to say more. Let’s first see what treasures lie within the Water Mansion!”

The Sloppy Daoist waved his hand, indicating for the old man to release the ”confinement” promptly and open the Water Mansion before deliberating further.

”Where is Fellow Daoist Zhenyun?”

Yet the old man suddenly turned, glancing at the Cyan-Horned Strongman.

The Poison Cloud Python, having cultivated for eight hundred years, although not as strong as the two of them, could still pose a threat if ambushing from the shadows.

Thus, the old man needed to locate the Poison Cloud Python’s whereabouts before discussing matters concerning the Water Mansion.

The Cyan-Horned Strongman immediately broke out in cold sweat, unsure of how to respond.

The old man’s brows furrowed with irritation, his aging form bursting with a surging demonic power.

In an instant, all the water veins across a thousand miles trembled incessantly, and every change over a thousand miles rippled through the old man’s heart like water.

He employed marvelous techniques and strange arts to actively seek the Poison Cloud Python’s tracks.

”Hmm?!”

At that moment, within his heart and spirit, hundreds of miles away, the image of a figure in wide robes and large sleeves, exuding an extraordinary aura, suddenly emerged.

The figure seemed to perceive something, abruptly lifting his head, meeting the old man’s gaze from hundreds of miles away.

”Buzz!!”

From those eyes, radiant divine thoughts shone brilliantly like moonlight, carrying an indescribable sharpness, piercing fiercely into the old man’s mind like a sharp blade.

”Stomp stomp!”

The old man felt a stab of pain in his eyes, as if his divine soul was being cleaved, forcing a muffled groan and several steps backward.

”He won’t be coming...”

Just as the old man staggered back, a clear and bright voice suddenly sounded.

Amidst the rippling water, void flickering lightly, a handsome Daoist with broad robes and long sleeves, his hair tied with a green ornament, almost like a banished immortal, appeared out of thin air, facing everyone.