Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

"The Sun-Shooting Arrow may be powerful, but I am the Lord of Fire, appointed by the Heavenly Court. How dare you act so arrogantly before me with just a mere arrow?"

As soon as Huo De Xing Jun finished speaking, he slammed his seal down on the ancient arrow.

"Buzz!"

The ancient arrow let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, and countless incantations appeared on its shaft. Then, with a bang, it exploded into countless golden specks of light, dissipating into the void.

The ancient arrow's light dimmed completely, and it remained motionless, obediently caught in the hand of the Fire God.

Mu Taishu groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth again, his face turning even paler.

The Sun-Shooting Arrow was already connected to his mind and body. Now that the magic power and talisman on the arrow were destroyed, he naturally suffered a backlash as well.

"Mu Taishu, if you have any other tricks up your sleeve, bring them on." The Fire God put away the Fire God Seal and looked coldly at the staggering figure in front of him. "Otherwise, with the next strike, I will take your life."

Mu Taishu suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared intently at Huode Xingjun.

The madness in his eyes grew stronger and stronger, and suddenly he looked up at the sky and let out a long howl.

"Fire God, you forced me to this!"

Before the whistle had even faded, the thousand-foot-tall divine magic image behind him suddenly underwent a strange change.

The originally blurry face of the Dharma began to fluctuate and distort violently, as if something was trying to break free from that layer of mist.

All those who practice magic and spiritual arts have an ironclad rule against it.

The true forms of gods and demons must not be engraved!

Once the Dharma image has a clear appearance, it is equivalent to leaving a "coordinate" and a "gateway" in the present world for that god or demon who has long since fallen in ancient times.

No one can predict whether the will of that god or demon, which has survived in the river of time, will be revived and descend upon us.

In mild cases, the Dharma body may lose control and turn against its master; in severe cases, gods and demons may possess the body and be reborn, taking over the body and returning.

But at this moment, Mu Taishu couldn't care less about anything else.

He formed a mudra with his hands and chanted a mantra. The mantra sounded ancient and resonant, like the chanting of an ancient ritual, carrying a profound and unsettling Taoist charm.

"With my soul, I call upon your true name!"

"With my Dharma form, I will sculpt your true form!"

"This junior disciple begs the Great Yi to manifest his divine power!"

"boom!!!"

The mist surrounding the Dharma image suddenly exploded!

A clear, resolute, angular male face, exuding a wild and untamed aura, was revealed.

His face was not handsome, even somewhat rugged; he had a broad forehead, high brow bones, a straight nose, and tightly pursed lips; only his eyes were tightly closed and never opened.

The moment this Dharma image manifested its face, even the Fire God felt a chill run down his spine. This Dharma image before him seemed to be reviving from its slumber, and its aura began to surge wildly.

The animal skin around Faxiang's waist materialized, with ancient totems flowing across its fur. His bare upper body was muscular and bulging like a dragon, with mysterious incantations appearing on his skin.

"Roar!!!"

The Great Archer Dharma Image looked up to the sky and let out a roar that was not human. The sound waves transformed into tangible ripples that swept across all directions, shattering and leveling all the void turbulence and the tides of law within a thousand miles.

Mu Taishu himself let out a muffled groan, blood gushing from all seven orifices, his face turning ashen, and his breath rapidly waning.

How can awakening the will of gods and demons be done without paying a price?

His soul was severely damaged, his magical power was reduced by seventy or eighty percent, and even the Dharma image he had condensed was about to be corrupted. He was afraid that even his path to advancement would be cut off.

A ruthless glint appeared in his eyes. "Fire God, why are you forcing me? Since you won't let me go, then die with that Golden-Winged Roc!"

The image of Da Yi raised his right hand, made a grasping motion, and the Heaven-Shaking Bow flew into his palm automatically.

Place your left hand on the bowstring and slowly pull it back.

Although the ancient arrow that shot down the sun was taken away by the Fire God, as the bow was drawn three-tenths of its length, a golden arrow composed purely of golden light and the principles of law naturally condensed on the bowstring.

The arrow points towards the Fire God.

"call out!"

The arrow was released, and the bowstring trembled.

The pupils of the Fire God suddenly contracted.

Without even thinking, he summoned the Fire Virtue Seal with his left hand and simultaneously drew his divine sword with his right.

"clang!"

The seal and the sword light collided with the arrow light at the same time.

Accompanied by an extremely crisp sound, as if capable of shattering the soul, the sound of metal clashing together.

The Fire Virtue Seal flew back, a sword mark now appearing on its base. The divine sword's light shattered, its blade hummed and trembled, its spiritual light damaged.

The Fire God himself retreated three steps, each step creating deep ripples in the void. His body was surrounded by intense fiery light, and even the divine wheel behind his head dimmed for a moment.

For the first time, a look of seriousness appeared in his eyes.

"What a magnificent image of Yi! What a powerful bow that shakes the heavens!"

"Unfortunately, your cultivation is insufficient, Mu Taishu, and your foundation in Dharma Aspect is inadequate. Otherwise, I would have truly had to back down today."

The Fire God took a deep breath, and his aura began to rise steadily. From the divine wheel behind his head, a talisman appeared, adorned with auspicious jewels that completely engulfed his physical form.

"But I have said that I will use your head to pay tribute to the spirit of my younger brother in heaven."

"This mere avatar of Yi the Great is not Yi the Great himself. Do you think it can protect you?"

"kill!"

Without a word, he drew his sword and slashed, the sword light transforming into an overwhelming ocean of light that struck down towards the image of Da Yi.

At the same time, Huo De Xingjun took a step forward, raised the treasure seal in his hand, and smashed it down towards Mu Taishu's main body.

The Fire Virtue Seal is crimson, containing the source of all fire, capable of burning away the eight directions and six realms.

Mu Taishu gritted his teeth and frantically activated the Great Archer Dharma Form. The Heaven-Shaking Bow opened and closed repeatedly, and golden arrows shot out, colliding fiercely with the sword light and the Fire Virtue Seal.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The river of sword light collided and annihilated with the golden arrow, while the crimson imprint and the earth-shaking bow beams intertwined and tore apart.

The Fire God's divine sword relentlessly slashed at the image of Da Yi; the Fire God's precious seal, as imposing as a mountain, pressed down time and again.

Mu Taishu was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and was in excruciating pain, but he held on with all his might.

Although Da Yi's Dharma form was strong, it was ultimately limited by his cultivation level and could not last long. Huo De Xing Jun, on the other hand, was a whole realm higher than him, with almost inexhaustible magical power and wielding the authority of fire, making him incredibly powerful.

The longer the battle lasts, the more disadvantageous it will be for him.

The two fought fiercely all the way, shattering countless voids and destroying countless laws along the way. Even the Azure Heaven River was stirred up by the aftershocks of their battle, with countless star fragments being thrown into the sky and then turned into dust.

Mu Taishu grew increasingly anxious.

He could sense that as the true form of the Great Archer was inscribed, an ancient will seemed to be reviving.

He originally only wanted to force Huo De Xing Jun back, then re-refine his Dharma form and erase his true appearance, but now he was in a difficult situation.

As time went on, the movements of the Great Yi Dharma Image became increasingly fluid and natural, and occasionally even revealed a kind of arrogance and domineering nature that was completely different from Mu Taishu's, belonging to the ancient Great Yi.

Mu Taishu could sense that the Great Yi Dharma Image was showing signs of slipping out of his control. If this continued, before the Fire Star Lord could kill him, he himself would be devoured by the Dharma Image.

"Huo Dexingjun!"

Mu Taishu finally couldn't help but speak, his voice hoarse: "Today's events are in the wrong of my Fire God Palace. As long as you stop, I am willing to pay any price: magic treasures, resources, territory, and even... my Fire God Palace can withdraw from the Southern Border and never set foot in the Southern Border again!"

"how?!"

This was practically a humiliating plea for peace. But the Fire God's reply was only three cold words:
"He must be killed."

The last glimmer of hope in Mu Taishu's eyes was extinguished, and he went completely mad. "Fine! Fine! Fine! Since you won't give me a way out, then let's die together!"

He stopped suppressing the will within the Great Archer's Dharma Image and instead opened his mind, frantically pouring his own magical power into the Dharma Image.

In an instant, the eyes of the Great Archer's Dharma Image, which had been tightly closed, slowly opened.

The moment those eyes opened, all living beings in heaven and on earth felt a sudden, inexplicable tremor in their hearts.

It was as if a terrifying being, after sleeping for countless ages, had reopened its eyes.

The image of Yi the Archer has come to life!
Those eyes were like two blazing suns. Wherever their gaze swept, the void froze, the laws of nature retreated, and even the ceaselessly flowing waters of the Milky Way below seemed to pause for a moment.

The Heaven-Shaking Bow in the hands of the Great Archer was illuminated by all the runes on its body, emanating a chilling, savage aura.

This ancient artifact has been fully activated!

But Mu Taishu's face instantly turned ashen.

He sensed that the mental connection between himself and the image of Da Yi was being forcibly severed and devoured by an incomparably domineering ancient will.

That will was cold, ancient, and aloof, filled with indifference to all things in the world, which made him feel fear and trembling from the depths of his soul.

"No...no...stop...stop it now..."

Mu Taishu tried to regain his composure in alarm, but it was too late.

The image of Da Yi slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the Fire Virtue Star Lord.

Then, the Heaven-Shaking Bow was slowly drawn back.

The bow is drawn, the moon is full.

This time, endless flames and golden light condensed on the bowstring, transforming into a jet-black arrow.

Although it was not a real arrow that shot down the sun, it contained a terrifying will, its sharpness concealed, and its killing intent absent.

The arrow is fired.

Heaven and earth faded.

The Fire God's expression changed drastically. His divine wheel behind him erupted completely, and the sword light slashed down as the Fire God Seal crashed down.

"clang!"

Time seemed to stand still.

next moment.

"Crack!!"

The sword light shattered, the divine wheel exploded, and the divine seal fell to the ground.

Fire God roared, his left shoulder grazed by an arrow and instantly turned to ashes. He spewed out a mouthful of golden divine flame, and his aura instantly weakened by 30%.

But a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Because right after Da Yi's Dharma Image shot that arrow, his body suddenly froze.

On Faxiang's face, two completely different expressions were revealed: one was the arrogance and indifference of Da Yi, and the other was the fear and struggle of Mu Taishu.

Two opposing wills clashed violently within this Dharma form.

"It's now!"

Ignoring his injuries, the Fire God once again grasped the divine sword in his right hand, and suddenly condensed an incomparably dazzling and brilliant sword light. He slashed fiercely at the left arm of the Great Archer's avatar, which was holding a bow.

"Hey!"

Faxiang's left arm was severed at the shoulder!

With his severed arm gripping the Heaven-Shaking Bow, he plummeted towards the Milky Way below.

At the same time, the Fire God's Dharma form stepped forward, reached out with his right hand, and grabbed the Heaven-Shaking Bow.

He drew back the bowstring and aimed at the statue of Yi, who was frozen in place.

The bow is drawn, three-tenths.

The Fire God poured almost all of his magical power into the Heaven-Shaking Bow, and then the bowstring was released.

boom!
A beam of golden light suddenly shot out, instantly piercing through Mu Taishu's true form.

"puff!"

A large hole appeared in Mu Taishu's chest, his protective aura shattered, blood gushed out like a spring, and his aura began to decline rapidly.

The hole in his chest continued to widen, and cracks spread across his body like a spider web. Then, with a sizzle, golden flames burned on his body, and in just a few breaths, his body was burned to ashes, which fell from the void.

This sudden change caused the two fiercely clashing wills within the Great Archer's Dharma Image to cease simultaneously.

The Great Archer lowered his head, looked at his own body, and then at the Fire God in the distance. A strange emotion flashed in his fiery eyes.

Immediately, he abandoned the fight, turned around, and took a step forward, crashing directly into the Azure Heaven River.
The waters of the Milky Way boiled, yet could not harm it in the slightest. The Dharma image, following an incredibly mysterious trajectory, swiftly disappeared into the depths of the Milky Way, vanishing in the blink of an eye into the endless torrent of starlight and Dharma principles, leaving no trace.

Huo De Xingjun wanted to give chase, but his cultivation and supernatural powers were completely suppressed by Biluo Tianhe. He was powerless to catch up and could only watch helplessly as the Dharma form disappeared.

His face was extremely gloomy. He raised his hand and summoned back the severed arm of the Great Archer's Dharma Image, the Heaven-Shaking Bow, and the fallen Fire Virtue Seal.

"Who will ultimately wield the Dharma Form, Da Yi or Mu Taishu?"

Huo De Xingjun muttered to himself, a cold glint in his eyes, "If it really is Da Yi, then this is troublesome. That person was a terrifying existence in ancient times who could hunt down powerful beings."

"If he were truly to be revived from the ancient river of time..."

He looked at the Heaven-Shaking Bow in his hand and the Sun-Shooting Arrow that he had suppressed, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The mere thought of the deeds of Yi the Archer sent shivers down his spine. "After he is resurrected, will he roast and eat my original form?"

Fire God couldn't help but shudder, but there was nothing he could do. He put away all his treasures, took a few pills to stabilize his injuries, and then used his divine sense to sense the aura of Martial God.

He quickly located the intense battle fluctuations deep within the third level of the Chaotic Heaven.

"The Black Mountain Demon was able to hold off Wu De for so long..."

A hint of surprise flashed in Huo De Xing Jun's eyes, but it quickly turned into icy killing intent.

"Very well, let's settle this today!"

He transformed into a streak of fire, tearing through the void, and sped toward the battlefield between the Black Mountain Demon and the Martial Virtue Star Lord.

Before long, they arrived at the celestial realm that was submerged by the aura of the underworld and the light of war.

The Black Mountain Demon and the Martial Virtue Star Lord were engaged in an extremely fierce battle.

The Yinshan Dharma Image was already in a dilapidated state, with half of the mountain collapsing. The protective Netherworld Dharma Light was torn apart, and its aura was weak, clearly indicating that it was at its last gasp.

Wu De Xing Jun was also in a sorry state, his armor shattered, his divine wheel dimmed, and the light on his Wu De sword dimmed. The repeated fierce battles and the forced access to the power of Wu Qu star had cost him dearly.

Both men were now in a frenzy, fighting to the death.

The arrival of the Fire God brought an abrupt silence to the battlefield.

The Black Mountain Demon couldn't help but relax slightly, while the Martial Virtue Star Lord's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

"Martial Virtue Star Lord".

The Fire God stood in mid-air, his voice icy cold, echoing across the battlefield.

"Now it is your turn."

Wu De Xing Jun's heart sank to the bottom.

He glanced at the Black Mountain Demon, whose aura was weak but whose fighting spirit remained undiminished, and then at the Fire God Lord, who, though injured, exuded a chilling killing intent. He knew that he was doomed today. (End of Chapter)