Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Wu Tian sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, his mind immersed in the blessed land of Fangcun Mountain, isolated from all the disturbances of the outside world. He was undergoing an unprecedented transformation.

Over the past three days, the cycle between the ancient peach tree and the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) has become increasingly mysterious.

Golden light nourishes the precious tree, the precious tree gives birth to clear light, the clear light opens up a cave, the cave nourishes the golden cudgel, this cyclical and endless process allows the origin of Fangcun Mountain Blessed Land to grow at an incredible speed.

The existence of the system panel allowed this growth to reach its peak.

The ancient peach tree's principles contained in every ray of clear light were precisely decomposed, digested, and absorbed. The Golden Mother's Daoist rhyme carried in every incantation was perfectly stripped away, integrated, and transformed.

The various transformations of Mount Sumeru are perfected one after another, like water flowing into a channel, without any hindrance.

By the next day, he had comprehended the ninety-ninth transformation. On the Ruyi Jingu Bang, ninety-nine layers of light shone brightly, enveloping the entire staff in a dazzling sea of ​​light.

The hundredth level, the hundred and first level, the hundred and second level...

When the morning sun of the third day shone through the windows of the Golden Dragon Palace and fell upon the cloud bed, the 108th transformation of Sumeru was finally completed.

boom!!!
The Ruyi Jingu Bang suddenly shone brightly.

The light was no longer the layered halo of light from before, but a unified, harmonious radiance.

The 108 transformations of Sumeru merged completely at this moment, transforming into a complete halo of light that surrounded the staff.

Within the halo, countless mantras flow and perish, each mantra containing the ultimate truth of Mount Sumeru.

Wu Tian's mind was suddenly jolted.

At that very moment, he suddenly felt enlightened and experienced an unprecedented awakening. He thoroughly understood the foundation of the Taoist scripture he was practicing and the path he was walking, as well as the ultimate destination of this path.

The transformations of Mount Sumeru are 108 in number, encompassing all the mysteries of the void.

The Somersault Cloud allows one to travel 108,000 li in an instant.

With keen eyesight, one can see through the heavens and the earth at a glance.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang (Monkey King's Staff) can destroy all laws with a single strike.

But these—

These are all just appearances.

The true essence is already hidden in the name of the Dharma Image.

The key to the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the Ruyi Golden Cudgel) image lies in the word "Ruyi" (meaning "as you wish").

As one wishes.

May everything go as you wish, just as I desire.

In the blink of an eye, I can travel 108,000 miles, not because the somersault cloud is so fast, but because the void moves with my will.

I can see through everything in the world at a glance, not because my eyes are so sharp, but because my mind can see through everything, and the truth and falsehood have nowhere to hide.

A single strike can shatter all laws, not because the golden cudgel is particularly sharp, but because my will is so strong that no law can stop me.

The world changes according to my heart.

The sun and moon revolve according to my heart.

All things in the world move according to my will.

Heaven and earth cannot add to my body, nor can time stand still for me.

This is the essence of this path—to revolve the sun, moon, and void with an incomparably powerful mental will.

The stronger one's mind, the greater one's supernatural powers.

If one's willpower is strong enough, it is not surprising that one can instantly become a Golden Immortal in the blink of an eye.

The golden headband is not a constraint, but a means of control.

When the mind is completely indulged, one loses one's true self.

The ability to do as one pleases without overstepping the bounds is the true mark of an invincible mind and will.

Therefore, the completed form is named Ruyi Jingu (如意金箍).

Wu Tian opened his eyes, and within those golden eyes, one hundred and eight halos of light merged into one, transforming into a pair of incomparably deep golden pupils. Within those golden pupils, it seemed as if the sun, moon, and stars were revolving, and all things in heaven and earth were being born and dying.

He spoke softly, his voice echoing in the quiet room.

"I see……"

"Crescent Moon and Three Stars Cave—"

“The crescent moon and three stars together form the character ‘heart’.”

"Therefore, the Cave of Slanting Moon and Three Stars is also known as the Heart Palace."

The moment the words fell—

A sudden change occurred.

The blessed land of Fangcun Mountain suddenly began to tremble.

The tremor was not a collapse, nor a crack, but a rhythmic inward contraction. The entire Fangcun Mountain, from its foot to its summit, from its rocks to its vegetation, was contracting inward.

The mountain, which was about ten feet in diameter, gradually shrank.

Three feet, one foot, three inches, one inch—

The Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) also moved accordingly.

That towering, all-encompassing Dharma form is now constantly shrinking.

The halo on the staff merged into the staff itself, and the incantations within the staff merged into the light. The entire golden cudgel transformed into a pure golden light and fell along with Fangcun Mountain.

They fell towards the cave halfway up the mountain.

The cave dwelling carved out by the ancient peach tree was now wide open. Inside, the branches and leaves of the ancient peach tree stretched out, casting endless clear light.

The moment Fangcun Mountain fell into the cave, the ancient peach tree trembled violently.

Countless roots emerged from the void, entangling, wrapping, and merging with the entire Fangcun Mountain. These roots pierced into the rocks, drawing upon the essence of Fangcun Mountain while simultaneously infusing it with their own pure light.

The golden light transformed from the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) also entered the ancient tree at this moment, and the entire ancient tree burst into flames the instant the golden light entered the tree.

That was not a real flame, but a mysterious and profound Dao fire. Within the Dao fire, the branches of the ancient tree twisted, the leaves melted, and the roots regenerated.

At that moment, Wu Tian's true form also moved.

He sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, and suddenly a faint glow appeared around him. The glow swirled with five colors, enveloping his entire body.

Then his body began to shrink.

His flesh and blood, his bones and muscles, his spirit—everything was contracting inward.

Five feet, three feet, one foot...

Finally, it transformed into a golden ray of light and entered the cave.

boom!!!
Everything was merged into one.

Fangcun Mountain, the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel), the Ancient Peach Tree, Wu Tian's True Form...

They all merged into that cave dwelling.

At that moment, the cave also began to shrink.

Thirty zhang, twenty zhang, ten zhang, five zhang, three zhang—

As the cavern contracted, everything within it underwent mysterious changes. The celestial mist, the clear light, the incantations, including Fangcun Mountain, the ancient peach tree, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel), all condensed, compressed, and merged inward.

One zhang, five chi, three chi, one chi...

In the end, the cave disappeared completely.

Instead, there was a stubborn rock.

The stubborn rock was thirty-six feet and five inches tall, corresponding to the 365 degrees of the celestial sphere. It had nine orifices and eight holes around it, arranged according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. Five-colored rays of light flowed endlessly across the rock's surface.

Deep within the stubborn rocks, one can vaguely see a living being sitting cross-legged.

The creature's eyes were slightly closed, its breathing long and even, as if it were asleep, or as if it were pregnant.

wait--

The moment it broke through the rock.

……

Meanwhile, outside the Divine Dragon Palace.

A divine light drifted in from the west, so intense and vast that it dyed the entire sky a brilliant gold.

Colorful neon lights flowed, auspicious clouds and lucky energy followed, and countless ancient incantations manifested in the void, cascading down like a waterfall.

Amidst all the strange phenomena, seven figures appeared, stepping through the air.

The woman at the head of the group was dressed in a crimson fairy robe, her garments fluttering in the wind, and her beauty was unparalleled. She hovered in the heavens, her body enveloped in a soft, clear light that was not dazzling, yet contained a chilling pressure.

She simply stood there quietly, and the entire world seemed to revolve around her, with all things rising and falling, and the world falling silent.

The Queen Mother of the West descended in her true form.

Behind her, six female immortals stood in a row.

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady is surrounded by nine divine rings, each containing celestial phenomena that rise and fall, her immense power distorting even the void itself.

Her narrow eyes swept across the Divine Dragon Palace below, as if looking at a group of ants waiting to be slaughtered.

The other five fairies were each enveloped in celestial light, their aura as vast as the sea. Some were true cultivators of the human race, their bodies radiating Daoist energy; others were born holy, manifesting extraordinary phenomena behind them.

When the seven immortals arrived, the world changed color, and the wind and clouds swirled.

The entire Western Sea boiled at that moment. Countless fish, shrimp, crabs, and turtles fled frantically, and some sea monsters with slightly stronger cultivation even dived directly into the depths of the sea, trembling and not daring to show their heads.

Behind the seven immortals stood three thousand Yellow Turban warriors, arrayed in a square formation.

Those Yellow Turban warriors were each three zhang tall, their bodies golden, their muscles bulging. They wielded giant axes, golden maces, and long halberds, their eyes burning with golden flames.

Three thousand warriors stood together, their auras merging into one, forming a great array of yellow heavens.

Once the grand formation was complete, the void solidified and the seawater flowed backward.

Within a radius of a thousand miles from the Divine Dragon Palace, all living beings felt a suffocating pressure descending from the sky.

Those aquatic creatures with weaker cultivation levels collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, unable to even stand. Some of the newly awakened demons were even more severely affected by the oppressive force, their minds collapsing, blood flowing from their seven orifices, and they died on the spot.

Inside the Divine Dragon Palace, all was deathly silent.

All the aquatic creatures looked up at the celestial light that blotted out the sun, at the seven figures that resembled gods, and at the three thousand Yellow Turban Warriors who exuded overwhelming ferocity.

Fear spread in everyone's heart.

Some of the shrimp soldiers were trembling as they gripped their halberds, their jaws chattering and making a gurgling sound.

A water tribe leader slumped on the steps, his cloudy eyes staring at the sky, muttering to himself, "It's over...it's all over..."

A clam-woman hid in a corner, hugging her knees, burying her head in her arms, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

No one speaks.

No one dared to speak.

The oppressive force descending from the sky was so terrifying that it made it difficult for them to even breathe, let alone stand, let alone speak.

In front of the Golden Dragon Hall.

Mo Yuqiong stood on the white jade steps, looking up at the seven figures in the sky, her face as pale as paper.

Her hands gripped her clothes tightly, her knuckles turned white, and her nails almost dug into her flesh.

"The Golden Mother... has really come..."

Her voice was very soft, so soft that only she could hear it.

I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

The Divine Kun General rushed over, its massive body landing on the ground with a tremor that made the white jade steps vibrate. Its face was ashen, its fish eyes wide open, and its scales trembled all over, whether from anger or fear, it was unclear.

"Princess, General Li has sent this old servant to invite you!"

Mo Yuqiong took a deep breath, turned around and followed him quickly toward the main hall.

Along the way, everywhere I looked, there were faces filled with fear and anxiety.

The once imposing Dragon Palace guards were now ashen-faced, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons. The usually smiling maids huddled in a corner, shivering and weeping.

No one speaks.

Everyone just stared at her, their eyes filled with despair and pleading.

Mo Yuqiong bit her lip and quickened her pace.

She knew they were all counting on her.

They hoped that this princess of the Western Sea could find a way to survive in this desperate situation.

But she didn't know—

What else can she do?

Outside the palace gates.

Li Xuanba stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the seven figures in the sky.

His back remained straight and composed, as if he could withstand even the collapse of the sky.

But when Mo Yuqiong walked up to him, she saw his face.

For the first time, an extremely solemn expression appeared on that aged face.

"General Li..."

Mo Yuqiong spoke, her voice trembling slightly.

Li Xuanba turned his head and looked at her.

A complex expression flashed in his eyes.

"Princess."

He spoke, his voice low and deep.

"This old servant...I'm afraid I can't protect you anymore."

Mo Yuqiong's heart skipped a beat.

"What do you mean?"

Li Xuanba gave a wry smile and shook his head.

"That's what this old servant thought was the Golden Mother's true form at most, but now..."

He raised his head and looked at the seven figures in the sky, and at the three thousand Yellow Turban warriors.

"The Seven Fairies of Yaochi have arrived, and three thousand Yellow Turban warriors have formed a great formation. Even if this old servant risks his old life, he can only hold them off for a short while at most."

He paused, looked at Mo Yuqiong, his eyes filled with guilt.

"and……"

He took a deep breath, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

"This old servant can no longer contact the Dragon King."

Mo Yuqiong's body suddenly swayed.

She stared wide-eyed at Li Xuanba in disbelief.

"What? We can't contact Father? How is that possible?! Father, he..."

Li Xuanba shook his head.

"It's not just the Dragon King; the Dragon Palace has completely lost contact. This old servant has used all means of communication, but there has been no response for three days."

His gaze fell upon the seven figures in the sky.

“Princess, this old servant dares to guess… that the Dragon Palace is probably being held back by some person or force.”

Mo Yuqiong's face turned as pale as paper in an instant.

She bit her lip so hard it almost bled.

General Shenkun stood aside, listening to the conversation between the two, and suddenly a ferocious look appeared on his face. "What's there to be afraid of? At worst, we'll fight them to the death."

"Laozi fought and struggled in the Western Sea for a thousand years before he reached this day."

"Anyone who tries to take my life, I'll bite off a piece of their flesh."

He looked at the celestial light that blotted out the sun in the sky, at the seven figures that looked like gods, and at the three thousand Yellow Turban Warriors who exuded overwhelming ferocity, his eyes filled with madness.

Mo Yuqiong was also staring intently at the seven figures in the sky, especially at the leader, Yaochi Jinmu.

How to do?
What should she do?
The young master is in seclusion.

With the Dragon Palace held down, no one will come to their aid.

Although Li Xuanba was strong, he could not withstand the combined attack of the Seven Immortals.

Three thousand Yellow Turban warriors formed a great formation, enough to raze the Divine Dragon Palace to the ground.

How to do?
She knew that at this moment, the lives of everyone in the Divine Dragon Palace hung by a thread. (End of Chapter)