Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

"Fire Deity Star Lord, you should know that you cannot kill me. With the Martial Deity Star Lord's talisman, I have created a second Dharma form on Martial Star. Even if you kill my true form today, I will not die."

Wu De Xingjun gritted his teeth and shouted in a final struggle, "As long as you can let me go, I am willing to pay any price."

The Fire God didn't bother to answer; he simply raised his right hand slowly.

In the palm of his hand, the Fire Virtue Seal appeared, with the four characters "Fire Virtue Shining Brightly" shining brightly at the bottom.

The Black Mountain Demon roared, and the broken Yin Mountain Dharma Image once again unleashed terrifying pressure. Countless Netherworld chains shot out from the mountain, blocking all of Wu De Xing Jun's escape routes.

"kill!"

The two took action almost at the same time.

The Fire Virtue Seal pressed down, the Netherworld Chains bound and imprisoned, and the Yin Mountain Dharma Image crashed down.

The Martial Virtue Star Lord let out a desperate roar, the Martial Virtue Sword unleashed its final brilliance, and the power of the Martial Star descended once more.

"Boom!!!"

The third level of the Chaotic Heaven collapsed completely at this moment.

When the light faded and the aftershocks subsided.

The Martial Virtue Star Lord was no longer there.

All that remained were a tattered suit of armor, a sword broken into three pieces, and scattered golden flames...

The Yinshan Dharma Form of the Black Mountain Demon slowly dissipated, transforming back into human form.

His face was pale and his breath was weak, but there was a sense of relief and... emptiness in his eyes, as if he had avenged a great enemy.

"Su'e, An'er, I have finally... avenged you."

The Fire God put away the Fire God Seal, glanced at the Black Mountain Demon, and said, "You have done me a favor today, and I owe you one. I will help you in the future."

"I must return to the Heavenly Court and deal with the Nine Heavens Child-Slaying General."

"See you another day, farewell!"

Having said that, he turned and transformed into a streak of fire, flying towards the heavens.

The Black Mountain Demon stood still for a long time.

Finally, he exhaled a long breath of stale air, and transformed into a streak of black light, heading towards his old lair in the Yinshan Mountains to the north.

……

Since the Fire God descended to the mortal realm, he has killed Bai Wenxian, severely injured Lady Zhurong, pursued Cao Tiangang, shot and killed Mu Taishu's true form, and killed the Martial God.

He single-handedly turned the tide of battle, annihilating all the enemies. Wherever he went, he was invincible, killing gods and demons alike.

This was achieved even with the presence of the ancient god General Nine Heavens Killing Child in Heaven, making his combat prowess truly astonishing.

When Kong Lingxuan first came from the southern border, he was invincible and made all four directions (east, west, south, and north) submit. His momentum was so magnificent.

However, it was later suppressed by the combined forces of Buddhism and Taoism, which led it to retreat to the Undying Palace and remain there for a thousand years, to the point that people forgot its fame.

Now that the Golden-Winged Roc has perished, it has thoroughly enraged this great demon saint. He broke through the Heavenly Gate, descended to the mortal realm in his Dharma body, and slaughtered so many that rivers of blood flowed and immortals and gods perished.

Countless ancient beings were watching this battle closely, including those from the Northwest Demon God Path battlefield, the Buddhist and Taoist sects, and the immortals and gods in the Heavenly Court.

The death of a mere wandering immortal is one thing, but the appearance of Kui Mu Xingjun's Wave Moon Cave, the severing of Wu De Xingjun's true form, and the suspected resurrection of Da Yi...

These events, one by one, could not be ignored even by ancient gods and powerful Golden Immortals; countless people were secretly at work.

The whereabouts of the Wave Moon Cave, the position of the Martial Virtue Star Lord, and the avatar of the Great Archer, which is suspected to be the resurgence of the Great Archer's will, caused chaos in the heavens and the earth, with gods, immortals, demons and monsters roaming freely, plunging the entire Three Realms into turmoil.

……

Deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains lies the Moon Gazing Cave.

Bai Qian sat cross-legged on the stone couch, her silver hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, her dog ears twitching slightly. She had just broken through to the Demon Saint realm, and the starlight around her had not yet fully subsided, with faint sword energy flowing across her skin.

Bai Yaochen knelt down in front of him with a thud, head bowed, shoulders trembling slightly, tears streaming down his face. "Mother, Mother, it's me, it's Chen'er..."

Bai Qian's fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly, but she didn't speak, she just waited for him to continue.

“I didn’t die back then… Father saved me.” Bai Yaochen’s voice was hoarse, filled with unspeakable pain and struggle. “He used the bloodline characteristics of the Sun-Devouring Celestial Hound… at the cost of his own death, to allow me to be reborn from his body…”

He choked up and could barely speak, his tears falling to the ground and spreading into dark stains.

“I inherited everything from him… his supernatural powers, magic, memories… everything.”

Bai Yaochen dug his hands into the ground, blood seeping from under his fingernails. "But Father... he's dead... I killed him... it's all my fault..."

He finally broke down, collapsing to the ground and wailing.

At this moment, he was neither a powerful demon king nor the auspicious Sun-Devouring Celestial Dog, nor even the Daoist Master Taiqing...

He was just a child who witnessed his father die for him but was powerless to stop it.

"The lineage of the Sun-Devouring Celestial Hound, if faced with an inevitable calamity, can burn away their divine soul and essence, using their body as a nest to allow their bloodline descendants to break free and be reborn... This is the most ancient inheritance deep within their bloodline..."

Bai Yaochen spoke haltingly, each word soaked with tears, "Back then, that person mistook me for a reincarnated being, and my father had no choice but to deceive everyone, resorting to this method at the last moment..."

Bai Qian remained silent.

She just sat quietly, watching her son crying his heart out, looking at the dog's head that was exactly the same as Bai Long'er's, only his eyes were too innocent, filled with confusion and struggle.

Before I knew it, tears were sliding down my cheeks.

Bai Qian remained silent, her tears flowing quietly down her face, like a broken string of beads, silently soaking the front of her plain white dress.

Images from the past kept surging through her mind.

Their first meeting in the Ten Thousand Mountains, the intimacy at Wangyue Cave, the mutual support at Yuquan Cave on Xuantian Peak, and the bloody battle at Duanlong Ridge...

She never imagined that their parting at Duanlong Ridge would be their final farewell.

Bai Qian slowly closed her eyes.

The tears flowed even more fiercely.

But she didn't make a sound, only letting the tears stream down her face, her jawline taut and her body trembling slightly.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Yaochen's sobs gradually subsided, turning into suppressed sobs. He looked up, his eyes red and swollen, and saw his mother's face streaked with tears; his heart ached again. "Mother...you...please don't cry..." He frantically tried to reach out and wipe her tears, but dared not touch her. "It's all my fault...I shouldn't have lived...I..."

"Shut up."

Bai Qian finally spoke, her voice hoarse but carrying an undeniable coldness.

She opened her eyes, which were now frighteningly red, but the tears within had stopped. She slowly inhaled and exhaled, each movement restrained to the point of cruelty.

“Your father,” she said, emphasizing each word, “is not dead.”

Bai Yaochen was stunned.

"Who is he?" Bai Qian stared at her son, her eyes sharp. "He is a natural auspicious creature. He has condensed the bloodline of the Sun-Devouring Celestial Hound and has been favored by the Great Crimson Celestial Venerable. He has been appointed as the sect leader of Xu Taiqing and can snatch your life back from the hands of a Golden Immortal."

She stood up, her plain white dress fluttering even without wind, her silver hair flying in the air.

"How could my husband, Bai Qian's husband, die so easily?"

Bai Qian's voice grew colder and more steady, "He must be plotting something, faking his death to escape, like a cicada shedding its shell..."

"Perhaps he's watching us from the shadows right now."

She walked up to Bai Yaochen, knelt down, and cupped her son's face in her hands.

“Yaochen, listen to me.” Bai Qian’s gaze pierced straight into his eyes. “Your father is still alive. He must still be alive. He just can’t show himself for the time being. He has his own reasons.”

"He paid such a high price to keep you alive, not so you could cry here like a coward."

She forcefully wiped away her son's tears with her thumb. "What you need to do is become stronger, strong enough that one day when he comes back, you can be his support, not his weakness."

Bai Yaochen stared blankly at his mother, his voice trembling as he asked, "Really...really? Father is really still alive?"

"Of course it's true." Bai Qian said firmly, "He could never have died like this... absolutely not..."

How could he be dead? How could he dare to die?! How could he bear to die!
Bai Qian repeated these words in her heart over and over again, like chanting a spell, not only to Bai Yaochen, but also to herself.

As she slowly rose, a surge of sword energy emanated from her, all the tear stains vanished, and when she looked up again, her eyes had returned to their cold and calm state.

“Just now, I used Venus to observe the Nine Heavens and discovered that the Fire Virtue Star Lord descended to the mortal realm, killed Bai Wenxian, severely injured Lady Zhurong, chased Cao Tiangang into the Wave Moon Cave, shot and killed Mu Taishu’s true form, and killed the Martial Virtue Star Lord.”

"Now the human race in the southern border is leaderless, and the Fire God Palace is left with only the Corpse Immortal Valley's San Tong and a rogue immortal."

"At the Undying Palace, the Golden-Winged Roc and the Azure Phoenix Demon Saint have both perished, and the situation is also in complete chaos."

She turned around and looked at the faint light filtering into the cave: "Humans and demons are in complete chaos, with various forces taking advantage of the situation. Rogue cultivators, aristocratic families, and even various other forces are all fighting each other in the Hundred Thousand Mountains..."

A cold glint flashed in Bai Qian's eyes: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"What Mother means is..." Bai Yaochen wiped away his tears and forced himself to calm down.

"At this time, it is only natural to take the Southern Frontier for our own use." Bai Qian's voice was as cold as iron. "If we do not take what Heaven has given us, we will suffer the consequences. As long as we kill Gu Santong and subdue the demons of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, we can dominate the region and become the ruler of the Southern Frontier."

"It's time for these 100,000 mountains to change owners."

She turned to look at her son, her eyes filled with deep expectation: "Yaochen, although you now bear the identity of the Dao Child of Taiqing, you are my son, a descendant of the Sun-Devouring Celestial Dog. Now that I have attained the Dao, I will bestow upon my son the position of Lord of the Southern Frontier."

"Congratulations to my son for surviving such a calamity and being given a new life!"

Bai Yaochen was stunned, not expecting his mother to be so decisive. He quickly came to his senses and hurriedly said, "Mother, I am, after all, a disciple of the Taiqing Dao Sect, and my ties to the Dao Sect are too deep."

"You are of the bloodline of the ancient Howling Celestial Dog, born in the Undying Palace, with a pure background, and now you are a Demon Saint, wielding the Taibai Killing Star, the new ruler of the Southern Frontier. You are the only choice."

Bai Qian glanced at him and said, "We can talk about these things after we've pacified the Southern Frontier. Now, come with me to the Undying Palace."

"Kill Gu Santong first."

"Yes, mother!"

The mother and son said no more, and transformed into two streaks of light, rushing out of the Moon Gazing Cave and heading towards the Undying Palace.

……

At this moment, the Undying Palace deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains had been transformed into a battlefield.

Looking down from the sky, no part of the mountain range within a radius of 300 miles remains intact. Half of the main peak has collapsed, revealing the charred rock layers inside; seven of the twelve auxiliary peaks have collapsed, with lava gushing out and blood everywhere.

The sky was filled with thick smoke, blood mist, corpse aura, and demonic clouds, all mixed together, obscuring the light of the sun, moon, and stars.

Fierce battles raged everywhere, both in the sky and on the ground.

Thousands of streaks of light clashed and collided wildly in the void, the sounds of magical artifacts roaring, divine powers exploding, and screams and howls mingling together, creating a deafening cacophony.

A silver sparrow with a wingspan of over a hundred feet flapped its wings, and a waterfall of lightning cascaded down, striking three cultivators and leaving them charred and falling to the ground. But the next second, more than ten cultivators from the Fire God Palace simultaneously summoned their banners, and a sea of ​​fire surged up, trapping them within. Their feathers instantly ignited, emitting a mournful cry.

On the other side, a raging ape manifested its true form, hundreds of feet tall, and roared loudly. The sound waves shook the void as if they were real, causing the seven Nascent Soul cultivators who were besieging him to bleed from their seven orifices.

But those cultivators were like maggots clinging to a bone, each burning their magic power and activating their magical treasures: sword formations to strangle, yin-yang mirrors to illuminate, and the Qiankun Ring to lock and restrain... The ape king's enormous body had already suffered hundreds of deep, bone-revealing wounds, and blood gushed out like a spring.

Tens of thousands of demons and human cultivators clashed in a chaotic battle that spread across the entire Hundred Thousand Mountains.

A white elephant, the size of a small mountain, charged into the crowd. With a flick of its trunk, it flung more than ten cultivators into the air and then slammed them down, turning their flesh and bones into mud. However, it was then trapped in a quicksand formation by dozens of cultivators skilled in earth-based magic. Its limbs were deeply embedded in the sand, and its head was torn apart by magic as it cried out in agony.

Demons roamed in droves, some flying in the sky, some running on the ground, their various sorceries blending together, overwhelming everything.

However, human cultivators held an absolute advantage in high-end combat power. Fire spells burned the sky, gales swept the earth, and lightning ripped through the air... all kinds of supernatural powers and spells raged across the battlefield, leaving the corpses of demons scattered everywhere.

Limbs were piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like streams, forming dozens of pools of blood of varying sizes in the low-lying areas of the ground, emitting a pungent stench.

The pile of corpses was over ten feet thick at its thickest point, and when stepped on, it was soft, sticky, and made a nauseating squelching sound.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, the stench of burnt flesh, the acrid smell of ruptured internal organs, and the sweet, nauseating stench of a corpse rotting.

The battle in front of the Undying Palace was even more brutal.

Corpse Immortal Valley Santong stood in mid-air, manifesting the form of a drought demon. His skin was red and cracked like scorched earth, his eyes burned with ghostly fire, and his body was entangled in crimson corpse fire with black mist.

Wherever the Dharma Image passed, the earth cracked, the grass and trees withered, and even the void became rotten and distorted. Behind him, more than a dozen demon kings had fallen, their huge corpses falling to the ground and being burned by the drought demon's true fire.

Even the soul and inner elixir were refined into the drought demon's Dharma form, nourishing the Dharma form.

"Hahaha! How wonderful! How wonderful!" Gu Santong laughed wildly, his withered face twisted like a demon. "You demons, occupying the Ten Thousand Mountains and raising humans, this is your way to death."

"Today, I will offer your flesh, blood, and souls as a sacrifice to my drought demon form!" (End of Chapter)