I Seek Immortality Through Serendipity

In the innermost upstream reaches of the Nine Rivers Marsh, amidst a vast expanse of water, there lies a gray-green stone island.

On this stone island, jagged odd stones are everywhere, with no hint of natural beauty, and the circumference is deserted.

The only commendable feature is a dark pool located in the center of the island.

No one knows where this pool leads to; its waters are as black as ink, thick as syrup, inducing dread at the mere sight.

Fortunately, outside the stone island, clouds and mist spread across the sky, with towering waves rolling year-round, forming a terrifying barrier of cloud and rain, difficult even for Golden Core Cultivators to penetrate.

Yet today, by the side of the dark pool, an elder arrives silently.

The elder wears a Yin Yang Daoist Robe, cloud boots on his feet, hair bound with a wooden hairpin, his complexion rosy, with an indescribable Dao Charm flowing through his eyes.

”Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your understanding, assisting our Cyan Peak Daoist School in eradicating this affliction...”

The elder spoke lightly, smiling toward the dark pool.

Within the dark pool, the water churned, and a massive head emerged.

This head was dozens of feet in size, covered with ink-black scales, with two horns on its head, black long whiskers on its lips, and vertical golden pupils radiating an indescribable majesty.

Dragon Head!

Except for the scales being too deep and dark, this nearly identical to the mythical dragon head.

”For thousands of years, you finally obtained the Eight Rivers Water Vein. Cyan Peak Daoist School, what a grand display!”

The dragon head spoke, its voice like thunder, roaring aloud.

”Thanks to Fellow Daoist’s assistance, otherwise, they would have scattered all over, which would have been a troublesome affair.”

Master Yunyang waved his duster, making a bow with his hand extended.

”What’s troublesome? Wasn’t this just the trial site you had planned all along?”

”The Eight Rivers Demon Race, if my Ink Flood Dragon clan didn’t intervene, based on their shallow heritage, how could they withstand your Cyan Peak Daoist School’s Golden Cores?”

”However, the mere Eight Rivers Demon Race is unworthy. After this day, even greater circumstances await you, Yunyang. Can you handle them?”

The Ink Flood Dragon looked down, its massive golden vertical pupils fixed on Master Yunyang, asking sternly.

”Our Cyan Peak Daoist School possesses Celestial Palace’s heritage, relying on True Immortals; why wouldn’t I handle it?”

Master Yunyang’s expression remained unchanged.

”Enough!”

”Don’t pretend with me!”

”Why did I agree to you acting against the Eight Rivers Demon Race? Was it fear of the Celestial Palace?”

”It was merely to give you some face!”

”Do you think I don’t know that you’ve been unable to contact the Celestial Palace for many years?”

”That day is near. Given your Daoist School’s current heritage, if a strong enemy attacks, can you defend it?”

The Ink Flood Dragon’s golden pupils emitted blazing flames, its whiskers swayed, with a tone carrying some dissatisfaction.

Upon hearing, Master Yunyang sighed slightly: ”It’s merely doing one’s utmost and accepting destiny!”

”Accepting destiny?!”

”What’s the use of destiny?”

”If one is willing to accept destiny, I would have joined the Dragon Court long ago. Why endure this drama with you in the Nine Rivers Marsh?”

The Ink Flood Dragon raised its body, its enormous form surging out from the dark pool, almost reaching the sky, its voice carrying anger, akin to thunder.

Within the Dragon Court, unless one is a True Dragon’s Son, all other Flood Dragons have no freedom and are far less free than on the land.

And now, anyone with some Dao Practice can sense a faint celestial aura.

The heavens are changing!

This time, it will result in complete imbalance.

The seemingly stable order will collapse in no time.

Yet it remains in a critical cultivation period, the weakest now, only relying on Cyan Peak Daoist School to endure.

But these years, with the celestial tribulation arduous and lacking Celestial Palace’s assistance, Cyan Peak Daoist School only has Master Yunyang’s sole Daoist Embryo and nine Golden Cores, can they cope with the circumstances?

”There’s still time!”

”Obtaining the Eight Rivers Demon Race’s resources, I will open a commerce route, linking the East Sea region, which will certainly usher in a prosperous period.”

”Furthermore, with your Ink Flood Dragon clan’s descendants, there should be adequate support.”

”As long as you can pass the Tribulation of Transformation, with our combined forces, guarding the Nine Rivers Marsh should be no issue.”

”Even further advancement isn’t impossible.”

”In turbulent times, true cultivation spirit appears; it’s both calamity and opportunity!”

Master Yunyang suddenly raised his head, his eyes emitting divine light, his hair and beard fluttering.

At this moment, he had no traces of kind and gentle demeanor, but was filled with fighting spirit, no less than a young man!

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The conversation within the Stone Island Ink Pond is unknown to outsiders.

Gu Yuan’s Escape Light swift as a breeze, crossing Black Water Island’s water domain in no time, arriving at a shimmering golden island.

At this moment, the Great Sun shines, and the entire island glitters in a golden hue, appearing like a golden mountain, standing amidst the waters from a distance.

The Iron-Producing Giant Demon, an Exotic Demon Beast, resembles a water buffalo but is gigantic, with golden horns, feeding on gold and iron.

Its excrement is hard like steel and shines like gold, used in Artifact Refining and is an expensive spiritual material.

This island’s radiant splendor, sparkling with golden light, is due to the Iron-Producing Giant Demon’s feces covering the island.

This demon is born with the strength of a Middle-grade Demon Beast, equivalent to Qi Refining Fourth Layer, and upon reaching maturity, generally attains Foundation Establishment strength.

Only those with extraordinary bloodline and root bone can hope to ascend to Great Demon status.

”Human Race Golden Core, why not cease your actions?”

”I am willing to offer Tier Three Spirit Ore, ten Demon Pills, in exchange for your withdrawal, so what say you?”

Meanwhile, outside the Golden Iron Island, upon the expansive waters, a fierce magical combat is raging.

A woman in a light veil and cyan long skirt is fighting one against two, without losing ground.

The woman is tall, yet merely several feet high, akin to a willow in the wind, while opposite her are two towering creatures, each twenty zhang tall, with golden horns on their heads, tremendous and imposing.