I Seek Immortality Through Serendipity

”Old Turtle, your nitpicking skills have definitely improved. Surrender? You think I’m capable of that?!”

”The Great Marsh’s way is to diminish the insufficient and compensate the abundant. No matter the wicked deeds done, if you can invade my Cloud-Burning Island and punish me, I will bear no grievance!”

”If you cannot, retreat swiftly, lest my malevolence rises and I consume all your turtle offspring!”

The voice of the Cloud-Burning Golden Frog boomed like thunder, its body towering over a hundred yards, nearly equal to the heavens, defiantly shouting towards the celestial vault.

Occupying a Tier Three Spirit Island, with a Grand Array in hand, what’s to fear if a Late Stage Great Demon doesn’t attack?

”The Great Marsh’s way is to diminish the insufficient and compensate the abundant, it seems sir possesses profound enlightenment, it appears even dying today won’t leave you with grievances...”

At that moment, above the Great Marsh, a faint laughter suddenly echoed.

”Who goes there?”

The voice initially ethereal, seemingly coming from the horizon, yet suddenly became solid, as if right beside the ear.

The Golden Frog’s heart jolted, looking down, it saw a young Daoist in a Daoist Robe, Cloud Boots, and hair bound with a cyan hairpin, appearing suddenly outside Cloud-Burning Island as if by teleportation.

”It’s a pity, it’s not a moonlit starlit night...”

The young Daoist gazed at the fiery formation barrier, burning like flames, and sighed slightly.

Upon hearing these words, the Golden Frog felt a sudden chill in its heart for some reason.

The next second, the Daoist lightly waved his sleeve, and a golden Sword Pill abruptly flew out.

The Sword Pill hovered in the void, floating motionless, yet bright silver sword shadows suddenly unfolded.

One, two, ten, twenty, thirty!

Thirty-three!

In just an instant, thirty-three sword lights unfolded.

Then, within the Daoist, an indescribable surge of mana suddenly erupted.

This mana, as thick as the rumbling of mountains, made the Golden Frog look askance.

In front of it, the Daoist originally exuded the aura of a newly entered Mid-Stage Golden Core, yet why did such terrifying mana appear?

”Boom!”

But it had no time to ponder, seeing a sword light like silver lightning suddenly slicing through countless flaming clouds, violently striking the Grand Array.

”Boom!”

”Boom!”

The swiftness of the sword lights was indescribable, the Golden Frog only saw a flash before thirty-three sword lights simultaneously slashed onto its island-protecting array.

In an instant, the ground shook, the mountains trembled, the Great Marsh quaked, and the entire Cloud-Burning Island shook thirty-three times.

But in the giant eyes of the Golden Frog, like golden lanterns, there was a gleam of joy: ”Hahaha, I wondered who sought trouble with me, it turns out it was a Sword Cultivator, but even so, how can one break my Grand Array?!”

Cloud-Burning Island, trembled thirty-three times, yet its protective Grand Array was a Tier Three High-grade Grand Array, lavishly spent, how could it be easily broken?

Only a Late Stage Golden Core Great Cultivator might have stood a chance.

”Swish!”

But at that moment, the Golden Frog suddenly found the young Daoist outside the array had vanished.

Its heart shook abruptly, yet the next moment, an anomaly appeared above its head.

It saw that young Daoist, at some unknown moment, already stood atop its head, feet on blazing flame, overlooking it.

Its heart flared in anger, but the next moment, between the brows of the young Daoist, a lightning-flashing ”vertical eye” suddenly opened.

With that glance, it seemed the celestial vault split open, an indescribable soul light suddenly burst forth.

”Ah!”

An immense pain transmitted from its soul, the Golden Frog felt its entire soul pierced through, the intense pain scattering its heart and spirit, unable even to exert its foundational technique, only able to let out a miserable scream.

”Zing!”

Simultaneously, dozens of sword lights flashed and suddenly slashed towards its head.

”Mercy, Sword Immortal, mercy! The Little Demon has an opportunity offering!!”

The plea for mercy was extremely shrill, panic-stricken, echoing throughout the Great Marsh.

Above the clouds, the Old Turtle and the Sloppy Daoist exchanged glances, their eyes showing peculiar expressions.