Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

There is no sun or moon in the Golden Light Cave.

The three-foot-tall white dog lay on the lotus platform supported by the water and fire spiritual spring, its body enveloped in golden flames like a cocoon. With each breath, the essence of heaven and earth within the cave rose and fell like the tide.

At this moment, Wu Tian's mind had already sunk into the world within his abdomen. In that invisible bronze furnace, the wails of Jade Void Heavenly Venerable grew weaker and weaker. His ten thousand years of cultivation had transformed into the purest primordial power in the raging fire, flowing into his limbs and bones like a trickle.

Meanwhile, the outside world has already undergone a complete transformation.

The devastation left by that battle was more severe than anyone could have imagined.

The Nine Heavens were almost shattered. The Jade Void Celestial Venerable's final, frantic three shakes of the Pangu Banner tore countless hideous cracks in the void. The Azure Heavenly River poured down from the cracks, like the collapse of the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens, with billions of tons of water carrying fragments of stars crashing down on the human world.

The void storm raged across the nine heavens, turning the remaining celestial palaces and pavilions into dust wherever it passed. Countless stars in the Star Sea were swept up by the storm and fell to the mortal realm with long fiery tails.

The human world was like a living hell. The earth cracked open, revealing a bottomless abyss, and subterranean fire spewed out from the fissures, turning thousands of miles of fertile land into scorched earth. Mountains collapsed, and the seas were engulfed by towering waves. Tsunamis swept through countless coastal cities, swallowing up countless lives before they could even cry out in despair.

The storm made landfall from the sea, torrential rain poured down, thunder tore through the sky, and meteorites fell continuously from the shattered heavens, creating bottomless craters.

Mortals wailed in the ruins, struggled in the flood, and trembled under the thunder, while the immortals and gods who had survived by chance had long since vanished without a trace, hiding in various parts of the Three Realms, trembling in fear, with no one daring to step forward to clean up the mess.

At this most chaotic and desperate moment in the Three Realms, a female immortal appeared in the Nine Heavens.

She wore a plain white feather robe, which was woven from wind-element incantations and moonlight. As the robe fluttered, it stirred up wisps of breeze, and in the breeze, a bright moon halo rippled.

Her long hair reached her waist, with specks of silver light falling from the ends, which turned into tiny whirlwinds and dissipated upon landing. Her face was as cold as frost, and her pupils faintly contained a bluish-green incantation.

It was Bai Fengxian, who was conferred the title of Fengmu Yuanjun.

Wu Tian knew that his Dharma form was likely not exposed, so he never communicated or contacted Bai Fengxian again.

At this moment, after a battle at the level of a Golden Immortal, the heavens and earth collapsed and disasters were everywhere. Even her true self had returned to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to go into seclusion, but her clone could not sit idly by.

Bai Fengxian walked barefoot through the shattered void. With each step she took, a circle of turquoise ripples naturally appeared beneath her feet. The ripples spread outwards, and the raging void storms that passed through them paused slightly for a moment.

Behind her, a huge, illusory image of a Dharma statue appeared and disappeared.

The Buddha was dressed in a royal robe and wore a Taiyin crown, with a bright moon pearl inlaid on the crown, and moonlight cascading down like a waterfall.

The Dharma Image was surrounded by azure incantations and silver moonlight. Twenty-one sword lights of different shapes bloomed behind it like feathers. Each sword light was formed from moonlight and covered with dense incantations, weaving different wind patterns.

The warmth of Lichun (the Beginning of Spring), the lingering rain of Yushui (the Rain Water), the thunder of Jingzhe (the Awakening of Insects), the warmth of Chunfen (the Spring Equinox), the clarity of Qingming (the Pure Brightness), the moisture of Guyu (the Grain Rain)... twenty-one wind patterns rotate endlessly amidst the glint of swords.

Bai Fengxian's cultivation has progressed rapidly over the years. She has already cultivated a total of twenty-one wind phases in the "Twenty-Four Phases of the Wind Mother Blade", and is not far from perfection.

Bai Fengxian treads on the void, traversing the chaotic storm of the Nine Heavens.

When they arrived at a place where the Azure River overflowed, they saw the river water pouring down from the crack in the heavens, like a ten-thousand-foot-long white ribbon crashing down on the earth.

That water was no ordinary water; each drop weighed over a thousand pounds, carrying the aftershocks of chaos, enough to smash mountains into deep valleys. Water mist permeated the nine heavens, intertwining with the void storm to form a destructive torrent capable of tearing everything apart.

Bai Fengxian raised her hand, which was as white as jade and interwoven with countless fine, dust-like blue runes, with a gentle breeze swirling around her fingertips. Her movements were very light, as if brushing away dust from the strings of a zither.

The Wind Mother Dharma Image behind her moved accordingly.

The twenty-one Taiyin Wind Blades hummed and trembled in unison, their cries like the clear, melodious song of a phoenix, piercing through the roar of the storm and the rumble of the Milky Way.

Six beams of light emerged in response to the command, transforming into azure-green blade rays. These rays were not sharp but rather fine and lingering, like raindrops drifting in the spring breeze.

Spring breeze turns into rain, like a knife.

The six sword techniques—Beginning of Spring, Rain Water, Awakening of Insects, Spring Equinox, Pure Brightness, and Grain Rain—are overwhelming, but not used to kill.

The azure blade light transformed into a fine rain, each blade as thin as a hair yet incredibly resilient, like millions of threads interwoven into a vast net that bound the surging Milky Way water.

The blade's light was as fine as a net, silently nourishing everything. Yet, this seemingly gentle light lifted the towering waterfall, sending it back inch by inch into the broken riverbed.

Bai Fengxian sheathed her sword, but continued forward without stopping.

Her bare feet trod across the water stains left in the void, each step leaving a ripple of turquoise.

The storms in the Starry Sea are more terrifying than the overflowing Milky Way.

That was the chaotic aftershock of the great battle between Golden Immortals, containing the chaotic energy torn apart by the Pangu Banner of Jade Void Heavenly Venerable. Ordinary scattered immortals would die upon touching it, and even gods and immortals would not dare to approach it easily.

At the eye of the storm, the void itself was distorted, and chaotic energy collided with the essence of heaven and earth, unleashing destructive waves powerful enough to tear apart the primordial spirit.

Bai Fengxian is highly skilled and daring. Although she has not yet advanced to the level of a deity, she is still able to share and comprehend the cultivation, insights, and foundation of her true self and her other avatars.

Her understanding and knowledge of heaven and earth even surpasses that of ordinary Golden Immortals who have opened up a new heaven.

For her, the manifestation of all laws and principles in this dilapidated Three Realms now seems more like an opportunity.

He quelled the disasters in the world and told her that he could not only save billions of living beings in the three realms, but also cultivate himself.

Bai Fengxian stepped into the eye of the storm.

The image of the Wind Mother suddenly expanded behind her, her blue crown robes fluttering in the storm, and the bright moon pearl on the Taiyin crown radiating dazzling light.

The Wind Mother controls the source of wind in the world. These chaotic storms, which are capable of destroying everything, are nothing more than turbulent currents that need to be tamed in her eyes.

Just as a raging storm is a natural disaster for ordinary people, it is merely the rhythm of breathing for the source of the wind.

She formed hand seals, her ten fingers fluttering like butterflies among flowers, and the blue incantations flowing from her fingertips like a galaxy.

The remaining blades behind the Dharma Image were unsheathed simultaneously, this time in the starting stance of the Heaven-Covering Blade.

The glint of the blades was no longer as gentle and tender as a spring breeze and rain, but had transformed into a raging storm, lightning, and thunder.

Sixteen Taiyin Wind Blades slashed out from the storm, each carrying the force of thunder and lightning, dismantling the chaotic storm inch by inch.

It's like untangling a tangled ball of yarn, separating the chaotic energy from the essence of heaven and earth, smoothing out the eye of a storm, and guiding the raging torrents back onto the right track.

The clash of blades against the storm unleashed a blinding light, like igniting sun after sun in the Starry Sea.

Three years, a full three years.

She walked through the Nine Heavens for three years.

She traversed every section of the Azure Heavenly River, from its source to its estuary, inch by inch forcing the overflowing waters back to their original position. She visited every storm eye in the Starry Sea, dismantling and calming the raging storms one by one.

She traversed every torn rift in the void of the Nine Heavens, using the Wind Mother's divine power to summon thunder and clouds to fill them one by one.

Her magical power nearly dried up countless times, yet it repeatedly coalesced at the limit. The Wind Mother's Dharma Image behind her gradually solidified, and the twenty-one Taiyin Wind Blades shone ever brighter with each day of its execution.

Three years later, the storm in the Nine Heavens finally subsided.

The Azure River returned to its course, the storm in the Starry Sea subsided, and although the void rifts were not completely healed, they no longer spewed out chaotic energy. Occasionally, a few rays of sunlight could even be seen piercing through the clouds above the shattered sky.

Bai Fengxian stood atop the highest cloud platform in the Nine Heavens, looking down upon the mortal realm below.

Her pure white feather robe fluttered gently in the wind, and her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Three years of tireless travel had left a trace of weariness on her usually cool face, but her eyes, as calm as autumn water, remained serene.

Especially behind her, in just three years, her cultivation and magical power have greatly improved, and the "Wind Mother Twenty-Four Phases Blade" has been completely perfected. The twenty-four wind phases rotate, changing with the seasons, and the blade light permeates the air, piercing through time.

Then she turned around and stepped onto the earth.

The human world is worse than the heavenly realm.

Although the Nine Heavens were shattered, the remnants of the Heavenly Court's restrictions still maintained the basic framework. However, the mortal realm was left unprotected and directly faced all the aftershocks of that battle.

Bai Fengxian walked among the ruins. She saw the fertile land submerged by floods, the withered bones scattered on the cracked earth, the cries of orphans in the cities destroyed by storms, and the mournful howls of wild beasts in the mountains and forests ignited by lightning.

Those mortals knelt in the mud and prayed to the heavens, unaware that the gods they prayed to had long since vanished without a trace.

Bai Fengxian stopped and then raised her hand.

She used the Wind-Slaying Blade to summon the first spring breeze between heaven and earth. That wind was no ordinary wind; it was the wind of the Beginning of Spring in the twenty-four solar terms, containing the vitality of the revival of all things.

As the spring breeze sweeps across the land, the seeds that have been sleeping deep in the soil begin to awaken, and tender green shoots break through the soil.

She unleashed a fine rain, the glint of her sword transforming into countless raindrops that gently and tenderly fell upon the earth, nourishing the parched and cracked land. The rain contained the life-giving power of the Wind Mother, causing withered grass to turn green and dried riverbeds to become moist once more.

She brought forth the first clap of spring thunder, the rumble echoing across the land, awakening the insects that had been dormant deep in the soil, and opening their eyes from hibernation.

Spring Equinox, Qingming Festival, Grain Rain.

In her hands, the six forms of the Spring Breeze and Rain Blade were no longer techniques of killing, but rather means of harmonizing heaven and earth.

The blade flashed finely, like spring rain falling on earth. Wherever it passed, floods receded, land reappeared, withered trees came back to life, and all things revived.

Those mortals struggling in the flood looked up and saw a pure white figure walk across the sky, followed by a bright moon-like Dharma image, showering down a rain of azure light.

Some people knelt and kowtowed, some wept bitterly, and some murmured, "The gods have appeared."

The solar terms are: Beginning of Summer, Grain Buds, Grain in Ear, Summer Solstice, Minor Heat, Major Heat. The blade of the Heaven-Covering Blade flashes like summer thunder, dispersing rain clouds in the blink of an eye, bringing forth scorching sun and sweltering floods, and summoning torrential rains on the arid land.

Her heart was like the sun, and her blade was like wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. The most lethal and destructive sword technique, the Heaven-Covering Blade Technique, became a nourishing rain for all things in her hands.

The scorching sun and torrential rain alternated, the bubbling floodwaters turned into clouds and rose into the sky, then turned back into rain and fell to the earth, a complete cycle was recreated in her hands.

The solar terms are: Beginning of Autumn, End of Heat, White Dew, Autumnal Equinox, Cold Dew, and Frost's Descent.

The glint of the blade transformed into the autumn wind, chilling yet not cruel.

Autumn winds sweep across the rice paddies, gradually turning the green rice ears full and golden. Autumn winds blow through the mountains and forests, painting the maple leaves with layers of red frost. White dew condenses on the grass blades, sparkling and translucent like pearls.

Beginning of Winter, Minor Snow, Major Snow, Winter Solstice, Minor Cold, Major Cold.

The glint of the swords transformed into winter snow, falling thickly and gently upon the earth.

The heavy snow covers the earth, but it is not destruction; rather, it gathers strength for the coming year's life. The snowmelt seeps into the soil, nourishing the dormant seeds, awaiting the arrival of the next spring.

The twenty-four solar terms flowed through her hands in round after round.

Spring brings forth life, summer fosters growth, autumn brings harvest, and winter brings storage. She walks across the earth, using the wind as her vein to connect the twenty-four solar terms, managing wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, and turning the seasons in turn.

The image of the Wind Mother behind her became increasingly solid, and the twenty-four Taiyin Wind Blades trembled, collided, and merged continuously as they operated day after day.

Through wind, rain, thunder, and the changing seasons, the power of the seasons and time gradually merged into one in her travels and experiences, and the boundaries between them became increasingly blurred, as if a more ancient, grander, and more profound law was emerging from the intersection of these forces.

Twelve years.

For a full twelve years.

Bai Fengxian spent three years traveling in the Nine Heavens and then nine years traveling on the mortal world.

For twelve years, we have never stopped; for twelve years, we have never looked back.

Her footprints have covered every corner of the Three Realms, her sword light has swept across every inch of shattered land, and her wind, rain and thunder have nourished countless endangered creatures.

Ordinary people began to rebuild their homes on the ruins, crops grew again in the fields, birds sang again in the mountains and forests, the storms at sea finally subsided, and tsunamis no longer swept the coast.

Twelve years later, she stood alone on a reef on the shore of the East China Sea.

The reef hangs alone in the sea, surrounded by an endless expanse of ocean.

The tide crashed against the rocks, splashing up snow-white waves, and the sea breeze howled past, making her pure white feather dress flutter.

Her long hair danced wildly in the wind, the silver tips shimmering in the setting sun.

Bai Fengxian slowly closed her eyes.

She stood on the reef, her bare feet on the cold stone surface, feeling the ebb and flow of the tide, the howling of the sea breeze, and the pulse of heaven and earth.

Every step I've taken over the past twelve years, every slash of my sword, every storm and thunder I've weathered, every solar term that has passed—all of it surges into my heart like a tide at this moment.

Behind him, the image of the Wind Mother trembled violently.

The twenty-four Taiyin Wind Blades simultaneously emitted clear and melodious blade cries, which pierced through the nine heavens and spread throughout the entire Three Realms.

Amidst the clanging of blades, twenty-four beams of light began to merge. (End of Chapter)