Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

From the heavens, the Queen Mother spoke.

Her voice was clear and cold, neither too loud nor too soft, yet it reached the ears of every living being with perfect clarity. Within her voice lay an unparalleled pressure, causing the already limp aquatic creatures to faint instantly.

"Wu Tian of the Divine Dragon Palace..."

She spoke slowly and deliberately.

“They killed my messenger, destroyed my Dharma image, and disgraced my Jade Pool.”

"Unforgivable crime."

"today……"

She paused slightly, her indifferent eyes sweeping across the area below.

"The Divine Dragon Palace shall be destroyed."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and pointed forward gently.

Three thousand Yellow Turban warriors roared in unison.

The roar shook the heavens and earth, causing the protective array above the Divine Dragon Palace to tremble violently, and countless restrictions to shatter on the spot. Some aquatic creatures with weak cultivation were directly shaken by the roar, bleeding from their seven orifices and dying instantly.

Then the three thousand warriors attacked at the same time.

Giant axes, golden maces, and long halberds—three thousand divine weapons were wielded simultaneously, and three thousand golden rays of light simultaneously bombarded the protective array above the Divine Dragon Palace.

boom!!!
The sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

That protective array, repaired and maintained by generations of the Dragon Clan, was strong enough to withstand attacks from immortals. However, three thousand Yellow Turban Warriors, working together, were most adept at splitting mountains and seas and attacking mountain gates.

The formation only lasted for a few breaths.

Then, it shattered with a deafening roar.

Countless forbidden spells exploded, transforming into a rain of light that filled the sky.

The rain of light fell into the Dragon Palace, each piece like a sharp blade, piercing through the aquatic creatures who had no time to escape.

Blood instantly stained the Dragon Palace red.

Screams, cries, and pleas for mercy rose and fell in waves.

Those weak aquatic creatures didn't even have time to escape before they were engulfed by the rain of light.

Some had their skulls pierced, some had their bodies torn apart, and some were nailed to the ground, convulsing in agony and emitting shrill screams.

In just a moment, the area in front of the Divine Dragon Palace was littered with corpses.

Blood flowed down the white jade steps, forming a stream that stained the entire square in front of the palace gates red.

Mo Yuqiong stood there, trembling as she looked at the scene before her.

She watched as the aquatic creatures fell one by one, watched those once vibrant lives turn into cold corpses in an instant, and watched the blood flow at her feet.

Li Xuanba stood before her, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, at the shattered formation, and at the seven lofty figures in the sky, his eyes filled with rage.

But there was nothing he could do.

Faced with the arrival of the Seven Fairies of Yaochi, he felt a chill run through his body.

"It's all over, everything's over!"

He looked at Mo Yuqiong beside him, a death wish rising in his heart, "Even if it costs me my life, I will escort the princess out today."

The Golden Mother looked down at the corpses scattered on the ground, the flowing blood, and the desperate crowd, her face indifferent, as if she were looking down at ants.

Where is Wu Tian?

She spoke, her tone calm.

"I've come in person, why don't he come out and face his death?"

Before the words were finished, a dragon's roar suddenly came from the distant sky.

The dragon's roar was vast and boundless, piercing through the celestial light and the great formation formed by the three thousand Yellow Turban warriors, and falling directly into everyone's ears.

Amidst the roar of a dragon, a golden light descended from the sky.

That was a divine dragon.

Its entire body was golden, its scales shimmering, and it was three thousand feet long with prominent dragon horns. It swooped down from the heavens, its scales gleaming in the sunlight like burning flames, sacred and powerful.

"Don't hurt my daughter!"

A roar accompanied by a dragon's cry resounded throughout the heavens and the earth. The divine dragon that descended from the sky plunged into the sea, stirring up towering waves.

At that moment, the entire Dragon Palace trembled. Countless cracks spread across the palace walls, and tiles fell in a flurry. The seabed within a hundred miles shuddered violently, splashing up a cloud of mud and sand.

The divine dragon swung its tail and crashed into the array of celestial light formed by the Yellow Turban Warriors, hurtling straight towards the Dragon Palace.

The golden light receded, and a figure appeared in front of Mo Yuqiong.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe, with a dignified and resolute face. He simply stood there without making any movement, yet an invisible pressure spread out in all directions like a tide.

Mo Yuqiong stared blankly at the figure before her.

"Father...Father?"

The Dragon King of the West Sea turned his head and looked at her.

A gentle smile appeared on that dignified face.

"Qiong'er, Father is here."

Mo Yuqiong's tears welled up instantly, and she threw herself into the arms of the West Sea Dragon King.

"Father! Father!"

The Divine Kun General also rushed over, its fish eyes filled with surprise, its massive body trembling slightly with excitement, its scales rustling.

"Dragon King! You've finally arrived!"

Li Xuanba was also extremely excited at this moment. He quickly stepped forward, bowed, and performed the salute with respect and solemnity. His towering body bent over at this moment.

"Dragon King!"

Inside the Dragon Palace, the aquatic creatures who had been in despair now raised their heads and looked at the West Sea Dragon King with great excitement. Some knelt on the ground, some were in tears, and some roared tremblingly.

"It's the Dragon King! The Dragon King has arrived!"

"We're saved! We're saved!"

Cheers rose and fell, like a tide washing over every corner of the Divine Dragon Palace.

Faced with the sudden arrival of the Dragon King of the West Sea, the Seven Fairies of Yaochi remained unmoved. Their bodies shimmered with celestial light and auspicious energy, like seven bright moons hanging in the mid-sky, serene and distant.
The Queen Mother's gaze fell on the Dragon King of the West Sea, her gaze as indifferent as ever, without the slightest ripple.

"The Dragon King of the West Sea".

She spoke, her voice clear and cold, "Why should you, old dragon, get involved in this mess?"

"Why bother if you lose your life by accident?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

As she finished speaking, the world fell silent.

All the cheers abruptly ceased.

The Dragon King of the West Sea raised his head and looked at the figure in crimson robes in the sky. His tone was calm. "My daughter is here. How can I stand by and watch her die?"

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"With me here today, no one can harm Qiong'er in the slightest."

Jin's mother looked at him without saying a word.

The two of them just stared at each other like that.

One is in the sky, the other is on the ground.

Two deities faced off, their laws clashing, and a sudden change occurred.

Above the sky, wind, rain, and thunder converged, and the dark clouds grew thicker and thicker, as if they were about to crush the entire world. Silvery-white lightning bolts exploded within the clouds, tearing through the darkness like blades.

The seas surrounding the Divine Dragon Palace were engulfed in monstrous waves, with surging seawater rising into the sky and transforming into a tsunami that swept everything away.

The atmosphere at the scene grew increasingly oppressive, with wind, rain, and thunder raging, as if the heavens were roaring in fury. The terrifying weather made even the deep-sea creatures tremble with fear.

All living things held their breath.

The oppressive atmosphere, as if it were a physical weight, pressed down on the aquatic creatures of the Divine Dragon Palace. Some aquatic creatures' legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground; some turned ashen-faced and trembled; some clenched their teeth tightly, but could not stop the sound of their teeth clashing.

The air seemed to freeze. Even breathing became difficult.

After a long silence, the Golden Mother spoke, her voice cold and indifferent, displaying a superior attitude even when facing the Dragon King of the West Sea.

"Because of your deep concern for your daughter—"

She paused.

"If you survive one of my blows, I will spare your and your daughter's lives."

Upon hearing this, the Dragon King of the West Sea showed no joy on his face, but instead became extremely solemn.

The Queen Mother of the West in Yaochi, is she not just a figurehead?

This is a terrifying being from the same era as Jade Void Celestial Venerable. He is a celestial being who witnessed Jade Void Celestial Venerable's attainment of enlightenment. He is a living fossil who has walked from ancient times to the present and witnessed history and mythology.

This person's cultivation is earth-shattering and unfathomable. How could she possibly withstand her palm strike so easily?
Although he was a dragon in the body of a god, the lord of the Western Sea, and in charge of hundreds of millions of aquatic creatures, he had absolutely no confidence in facing the Golden Mother who had come in her true form.

Moreover, he came here alone, disregarding his ancestors' wishes, and could only rely on himself, making the situation even more perilous.

However, at this moment, he naturally did not show any unusual expression on his face.

The Dragon King of the West Sea turned his head to look at his daughter beside him, a gentle smile appearing on his majestic face.

He reached out and gently stroked Yuqiong's hair. "Qiong'er, step aside and let your father decide for you."

When Mo Yuqiong saw her father arrive, she immediately felt much more at ease.

In her memory, her father was like a mountain. From childhood to adulthood, no matter what trouble she encountered, her father would always protect her, shield her from the wind and rain, and clear obstacles for her.

She nodded obediently and said softly, "Yes, Father."

Li Xuanba spoke up from the side, his tone somewhat grave, "Dragon King, be careful!"

His voice was deep, like muffled thunder, and his gaze fell on the Golden Mother, a light flashing deep in his pupils.

The Dragon King of the West Sea nodded slowly.

He turned around and, step by step, walked into the void, heading towards the mountain.

Behind him, the crowd slowly dispersed.

They watched that figure walk away, step by step, towards the realm above the heavens.

The Dragon King of the West Sea stopped a hundred feet in front of the Queen Mother.

His gaze was calm, and his expression was composed.

"bring it on."

The matriarch remained silent and indifferent, but slowly raised her hand.

The next moment, the world changed color.

The sky, which had been covered with dark clouds and roared with thunder, was suddenly illuminated by endless divine light. Auspicious clouds and rosy hues flowed and layered, turning the entire sky into a magnificent painting.

Wherever the divine light passed, the dark clouds dispersed, the thunder ceased, the gale stopped, and everything became tranquil and peaceful.

But that peacefulness sent chills down one's spine.

Amidst the auspicious atmosphere, celestial music drifted, heavenly maidens scattered flowers, golden dragons coiled, and colorful phoenixes soared. The scenes were breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful they took one's breath away.

Yet it is also terrifying enough to send shivers down your spine.

As the divine light spread, the seawater surrounding the Divine Dragon Palace began to recede, forcefully pushed aside by an invisible, mighty force.

The seawater was receding faster and faster, as if the entire sea area was about to be transformed into mulberry fields.

Countless fish, shrimp, crabs, and turtles were unable to escape and were forcibly torn from the water by that force, struggling and leaping in the air. Countless coral reefs emerged from the water, still covered with wet seaweed and shells.

Only the Shenlong Palace remained, standing alone on the dried-up seabed, like an isolated island, like a tombstone.

Then--

The Golden Mother's hand landed.

That palm strike seemed light and effortless, devoid of any real power.

But where the palm struck, earth, water, fire, and wind roared, and phantoms of the world's birth and death flashed by.

A giant hand descended from the sky.

The palm was incredibly large, covering the sky and the heavens.

The palm lines are clearly visible, and the five fingers are slightly bent, each finger like a giant pillar supporting the sky.

Like an ancient sacred mountain collapsing.

Like a pillar of heaven breaking.

Like a world falling downwards.

The pressure, even before it subsided, had already caused the Divine Dragon Palace to begin to collapse.

The palace walls collapsed with a deafening roar, sending up clouds of dust. The glazed tiles on the palace roof fluttered down like fallen leaves, turning to dust in mid-air. The stone steps in front of the palace gates cracked and crumbled in sections.

Countless aquatic creatures knelt on the ground, unable to straighten their backs or lift their heads due to the pressure. Some even bled from their seven orifices, had their bones shattered, and fainted.

The Dragon King of the West Sea took a deep breath.

Then, it soared into the sky.

Roar! ! !
A dragon's roar shook the heavens.

The dragon's roar was vast and boundless, piercing through gold and splitting rocks, soaring straight to the heavens.

Within the dragon's roar, there was boundless fighting spirit and unwavering resolve.

The body of the Dragon King of the West Sea was fully unfolded at this moment.

The dragon robe, thousands of feet long, shone with golden light, like a golden sun in the dim world.

Countless incantations flowed across the dragon's scales, each containing earth-shattering power. Thunder gathered between the dragon's horns, purple lightning coiling around them and crackling loudly.

He transformed into a dragon and charged straight at the hand that was descending from the sky.

The dragon's body soared into the clouds, colliding violently with the palm.

boom!!

The sky will collapse and the earth will crack; the sea will dry up and the rocks will crumble.

At that moment, only that one loud bang remained between heaven and earth.

That deafening roar was not thunder, not a landslide, not a tsunami, but a Daoist sound that was millions of times greater than any of those.

The aftershocks of the collision swept away the clouds for miles around. Countless bolts of lightning exploded in the void, and countless incantations were annihilated in the collision. Countless cracks appeared in the void, like shattered porcelain, spreading in all directions.

Between heaven and earth, only a blinding white light remained.

Everyone closed their eyes.

Mo Yuqiong was blinded by the white light, but she heard her father's dragon roar.

The dragon's roar seemed to carry a mournful cry and a pain.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she desperately opened her eyes, ignoring the blinding white light, and looked into the distance.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The dragon was being slowly pressed down by a giant hand.

The dragon's body kept shrinking: a thousand feet, eight hundred feet, five hundred feet, three hundred feet...

With every zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) that shrinks, dragon scales shatter and blood splatters.

Broken dragon scales drifted in the air like golden leaves. Splattered blood fell, staining the seabed crimson.

The dragon's roar grew weaker and weaker, becoming increasingly mournful.

finally--

boom!!!
That palm pressed the dragon completely into the seabed.

Where the palm struck, a huge crater was created in the dried-up seabed. The crater was bottomless, and the surrounding mud, sand, and rocks collapsed with a roar, stirring up clouds of mud and sand.

Then, the palm disappeared.

The celestial light that filled the sky, the boundless auspicious energy, and the suffocating pressure all vanished in that instant.

The seawater roared and surged in from all directions, filling the emptied sea area. Towering waves, towering walls of water thousands of feet high, roared as they rushed towards the center, the seawater crashing together, creating a vast expanse of mist that submerged the Dragon Palace. (End of Chapter)