Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Above the Western Sea, two demon gods fled for their lives.

One person transformed into a dark, demonic light and fled north, while the other was engulfed in crimson flames and fled west; the two figures moved as fast as shooting stars, and in the blink of an eye, they had traveled thousands of miles away.

I said—

Wu Tian's voice echoed between heaven and earth, "Today, none of you will escape."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, golden light appeared on the northern horizon.

The demon god who had transformed into a beam of demonic light and fled suddenly saw a figure shrouded in clear light appear a hundred feet in front of him.

The figure was not tall, only a little over three feet, yet it stood like an insurmountable mountain, blocking his path.

"you--"

The demon's pupils shrank, and before he could speak, a jet-black iron rod came crashing down on him.

boom!!

When the stick fell, the void collapsed and the laws were annihilated.

Before the demon could even scream, its body exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist. From within the blood mist, a true spirit rushed out in panic, only to be grabbed by Wu Tian and crushed into nothingness.

From beginning to end, the demon god had no chance to resist.

In the distance, the last demon god fleeing west heard the roar and trembled, fleeing even faster. He burned his life essence and activated a secret technique, increasing his speed several times over, and in the blink of an eye, he had already traveled three thousand miles.

however--

A golden light always hung above his head.

No matter how fast he ran, no matter what kind of escape technique he used, the golden light followed him closely, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"no no……"

The demon roared in despair and glanced back.

In that instant, he saw an iron rod.

The iron rod descended from the sky, growing larger and larger until it transformed in an instant into a pillar supporting the heavens, crashing down with earth-shattering power.

boom!!

The Western Sea is boiling.

The demon was slammed into the seabed with a single blow, creating a massive crater thousands of feet below. Seawater surged back, whipping up towering waves. When the waves subsided, only a pool of crimson blood and scattered fragments of the demon's body remained on the surface.

The ten demon gods of Ten Deadly Islands were all wiped out.

The Western Sea was utterly silent.

Those immortals, Buddhas, and saints who were watching from afar, those ancient relics hidden in the void, and those spies from various forces were all stunned at this moment.

No one speaks.

No one dared to speak.

No one even dared to breathe.

All eyes were fixed on the white figure.

Wu Tian hovered high in the sky, his body pure white, untouched by a speck of dust. His three-foot-tall frame seemed to support the entire world. His golden eyes looked down with indifference and calm, as if he were looking at a group of ants.

In his hand, he held a black iron rod. Blood was still dripping from the rod, drop by drop, falling into the Western Sea and splashing up tiny ripples.

The ripples, however, were like thunderclaps, shaking everyone's hearts.

"The Ten...Ten Dead Islands...are destroyed..."

An old antique began to murmur, his voice hoarse, as if he were talking in his sleep.

"Thunder Prison, Sacred Fire, Treasure Image... the three Demon Lords... are all dead..."

"Ten demon gods... all dead..."

"How long has it been? A stick of incense? Or half a stick of incense?"

"Just who is this person? Is a born divine being truly this powerful? So strong right after birth..."

Whispers gradually rose, but they were all kept extremely low, as if afraid of disturbing the figure. In every voice, there was an undisguised tremor and fear.

The Seven Fairies of Yaochi were all frozen in place.

Zixia Fairy's hand, gripping the immortal sword, trembled slightly. Her usually aloof and ethereal face was now filled with disbelief. She stared at the figure, a fear she had never felt before surfacing deep within her pupils.

The other four fairies were even paler, their lips trembling. They subconsciously took a step back, then another, as if the farther away they were from that figure, the safer they would be.

Even the arrogant and domineering Xuan Niao Da Sheng fell silent at this moment.

Her eyes were fixed on Wu Tian, ​​her pupils filled with fear. Her wings folded slightly behind her back to protect herself, an instinctive reaction when facing a natural enemy.

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden's expression was extremely solemn. The ancient bell in her hand stopped shaking, and the nine divine wheels began to rotate. She looked at Wu Tian, ​​then at the Golden Mother, her lips moving slightly as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately she did not speak.

The Golden Mother still stands high in the heavens.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was covered in blood, and the crack between her eyebrows was shocking. She stared at Wu Tian, ​​her eyes still cold, but if you looked closely, you could see that deep in those cold eyes, there was a hint of fear that even she herself was unwilling to admit.

In front of the Divine Dragon Palace.

The Dragon King of the West Sea staggered to his feet, gazing at the figure in the sky, his aged face filled with complex emotions.

"The Long-Armed Divine Ape...it really is the Long-Armed Divine Ape..."

He murmured to himself, his voice filled with relief, but also with a hint of bitterness that was hard to describe.

The husband he chose for his daughter was not a dragon, but a divine being born innate.

Creatures that only appear in myths and legends.

"Perhaps, this isn't such a bad thing after all..."

The old Dragon King didn't say these words aloud, but after this experience, he realized more and more clearly that the real rulers of the Dragon Clan were never the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, but those ancient beings who had secluded themselves from the world.

It was because of the words of an ancient being that the entire dragon race changed their minds, compromised with Yaochi, and abandoned the West Sea Dragon Palace.

Forced to break with the dragon clan, he traveled alone to the Western Sea to rescue his daughter.

Although the husband she chose for her daughter was not from the dragon clan, his status as a divine child born in the first place was more than enough to make him a suitable match for a dragon princess.

He glanced at his daughter, Mo Yuqiong, who was standing still, gazing up at the figure in the sky, lost in thought.

Li Xuanba had now transformed back into human form and stood beside the father and daughter, his body trembling slightly.

"Dragon King..."

He spoke, his voice low but filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Our son-in-law... is quite something..."

The Divine Kun General knelt down on the ground, his fish eyes wide open, his scales glowing, and he was so excited that he was incoherent.

"Your Highness... Your Highness... no, my son-in-law... is too strong... too strong..."

The surviving aquatic creatures of the Divine Dragon Palace all knelt on the ground, bowing their heads to the figure in the sky.

Their faces showed the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster, the awe that came from the depths of their souls, and an indescribable excitement.

Mo Yuqiong's azure hair danced, her eyes slightly misty.

“Wu Tian…”

"No matter who you are... you are my husband..."

From the fact that Wu Tian repeatedly risked his life and even offended powerful forces like Yaochi to save her from danger, she had already decided that he was her Daoist partner.

His identity is irrelevant.

What she cares about is that person.

……

heaven.

Wu Tian sheathed his iron rod, turned around, and looked up at the Golden Mother, dressed in a crimson fairy robe, high in the sky.

His expression was calm and serene.

"The Golden Mother of the Jade Pool".

He spoke, his voice not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Considering you didn't take the initiative to attack and instead joined those demon bastards in killing me—"

He paused. "Today, I will kill only you."

Upon hearing this, the world fell silent.

Those watching the battle—immortals, Buddhas, and saints; those ancient beings hidden in the void; and those spies from various forces—all gasped in astonishment.

Only you?
What an arrogant tone!
What an awe-inspiring dominance over the world!
But looking at the divine ape with white fur all over its body, looking at the iron rod that was still dripping blood, looking at the sea surface where the remains of ten demon gods were floating, he was struck by the sight.

No one dared to question it.

No one thought this was arrogance.

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, her face ashen, stepped forward.

"You have quite the nerve!"

Her voice was as cold as ice, and the nine divine wheels behind her lit up again, the ancient bell hummed, and the heavens trembled.

"Do you really think you're invincible? Just now you fought three against one, but you only managed to push yourself to your limit. Now that you've exhausted most of your divine power, you still want to kill my eldest sister?"

Wu Tian looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

That smile was arrogant, flamboyant, and unrestrained.

"Dissatisfied?"

He raised the iron rod in his hand and pointed it at the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden.

"Then let's give it a try."

"Keep fighting—"

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I will kill you all by myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the world fell into a deathly silence.

The deathly silence was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden's face turned pale, then white, then pale again. She gripped the ancient bell tightly, and the nine divine wheels spun wildly, yet she hesitated to make a move.

The image of Wu Tian killing a demon god with a single blow and single-handedly chasing down ten demon gods was still replaying in her mind. That speed, that power, that near-invincible combat strength…

If the fight really continues, how many of the seven women will survive?

Faced with Wu Tian's coercion, Jin's mother remained silent.

Her hair was disheveled, and her face was covered in blood. Her gaze was fixed on Wu Tian, ​​and she smiled softly, "Come, let's fight to the death, are you willing?"

Wu Tian was about to speak.

Suddenly, a brilliant golden light shone in the western sky.

The golden light was gentle and warm, yet it contained boundless pressure. Wherever the golden light passed, the dark clouds dispersed, the thunder ceased, the gale stopped, and everything became tranquil and peaceful.

Amidst the golden light, the sound of chanting emanated. The chanting was distant and ethereal, resonating in the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone involuntarily looked up and gazed westward.

From the depths of the golden light, a figure slowly emerged.

It was a strange being covered in yellow hair, with a head resembling both a tiger and a lion, and draped in a brocade cassock.

The cloth bag hanging from his waist seemed unremarkable at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one could discover countless intricate incantations embroidered upon it. These incantations flowed and shifted, as if alive, and with each shift, they seemed to possess the power to devour the heavens and earth.

This being, neither demon nor Buddha, held a string of prayer beads in his right hand and floated over leisurely on auspicious clouds.

Before long, he arrived in front of Wu Tian and the Seven Fairies of Yaochi. He stopped, put his hands together, and spoke with a smile.

"Amitabha--"

"Greetings, esteemed benefactors."

The newcomer was none other than the master of Little Western Paradise, the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha.

This is no ordinary person. He became a great saint of the demon race in ancient times, and then became a disciple of Buddha, cultivating earth-shattering supernatural powers. It is said that he did not follow the path of creating a blessed land.

Instead, she forged a human-shaped bag containing the universe and capable of performing supreme creations; her Buddhist cultivation was unfathomable, comparable to that of the Queen Mother of the West.

Over the years, he joined forces with Yaochi to suppress the Ten Absolute Islands, becoming a renowned figure in the Western Sea, and no one dared to provoke him.

His sudden appearance caused an uproar.

"It's the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha!"

"The Lord of Little Western Paradise has arrived!"

The immortals, Buddhas, and saints watching the battle had their eyes fixed intently on the arena.

Little Western Paradise and Jade Pool have always been closely connected. With the arrival of the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha, the situation will inevitably change.

It was already incredible enough that Wu Tian could suppress the Queen Mother of the West and the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden single-handedly; if the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha were to join the battle, then…

Many people have thought of this and have set their sights on the West Sea.

Huang Mei Fo smiled and looked at Wu Tian, ​​then at Jin Mu, before speaking.

"Esteemed benefactors, what do you think of this humble monk's words?"

He paused, and seeing that neither of them spoke, he continued speaking on his own.

"To be honest, there's no deep-seated hatred between the two of you. Although there were some grudges before, it's not to the point of being irreconcilable."

He looked at Wu Tian with a smile, "Your Highness, even if you kill all seven fairies of Yaochi, you may not be afraid. But have you thought about your fiancée and the other aquatic creatures of the Divine Dragon Palace?"

He paused, then pointed downwards.

What will happen to them?

"Is there a Taoist sect behind Yaochi? When the Taoist sect settles its scores, how will your fiancée and the aquatic creatures of the Divine Dragon Palace cope?"

Even if you can protect someone for a while, how can you protect them forever?

Wu Tian frowned slightly but remained silent.

Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha then turned to the Golden Mother and said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Jinmu, you previously wanted to use the Divine Dragon Palace to deal with the Ten Absolute Islands, bullying them because they were weak and outnumbered, but now—"

He pointed at Wu Tian.

"The Divine Dragon Palace has produced such a powerful overlord; it's no longer comparable to what it used to be."

"Not to mention, he single-handedly wiped out ten demon gods from the Ten Absolute Islands."

He shook his head. "If you insist on fighting to the death just to save face, then that would be incredibly unwise."

He paused, his smile deepening. "We cultivate to comprehend the Great Dao and pursue the creation of the world. Why should we risk our lives and our path for a little pride?"

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Jin's mother remained silent and did not speak.

The Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha smiled, "The cause of this matter was that Yaochi forced the Divine Dragon Palace. However, Yaochi's envoy was also killed, and the Golden Mother also lost a Dharma Avatar."

"If you were to apologize, Fellow Daoist Jinmu, I imagine you would refuse."

He turned to Wu Tian with a smile.

"How about this: Yaochi should compensate the Divine Dragon Palace with some benefits, and then we can call it a day, shall we?"

Jin's mother remained silent.

She didn't speak or make any other statement.

But there was no opposition.

Seeing this, Huang Meifo understood what was going on, and he looked at Wu Tian with a smile.

"Your Highness, please speak freely about your needs. The Yaochi family is large and powerful, and we are confident that we can meet all your requirements."

Wu Tian looked at him, then at the silent Jin's mother, and suddenly smiled.

"need?"

He spoke, his tone playful.

"Okay."

He squinted and said, enunciating each word clearly, "I want the ancient peach tree." (End of Chapter)