Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Lu Nanxi looked at Wu Tian with anticipation in her eyes: "You are now at the twelfth level of the True Understanding of the Heavenly Blazing Fire, and your bloodline concentration is so high that no one in the Lu family can match it. Even compared to those ancestors in the family records who cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage on their own, you are probably not inferior."

"You are fully qualified to try to sense the Crimson Dragon Immortal-Slaying Blade and obtain the inheritance of the 'Sun Chasing Light Scripture'."

Wu Tian made up his mind, "Tomorrow, I will go to the ancestral hall to give it a try."

Lu Nanxi nodded, nestled back into his arms, pressed her face against his chest, and listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling incredibly at ease.

"I believe you can succeed."

The two spoke in hushed tones for a while, mostly about the precautions for the ancestral hall and the recent situation of the Lu family.

Gradually, Lu Nanxi's voice grew softer and softer, and her breathing became more even and long. She was already tired from handling affairs today, and after that intimate moment, her mind relaxed, and drowsiness washed over her like a tide.

Wu Tian noticed that the beauty in his arms had fallen into a deep sleep. Looking down, he saw that her sleeping face was peaceful, her red lips slightly pouting. She had lost some of her usual aloofness and gained a lot of charm.

He smiled silently, gently pulled the quilt over her bare shoulders, placed a soft kiss on her head, then embraced her and closed his eyes.

However, he kept thinking about the information about "The Sutra of Chasing the Sun and Stepping on the Light" and the Capital City, and was full of anticipation for the upcoming trip to the ancestral temple.

The next morning, as dawn broke.

Lu Nanxi was already dressed in a dignified black long dress with silver trim, over which was a matching wide-sleeved long shirt. A dark red wide belt embroidered with gold thread was tied around her waist, outlining her slender waist.

Her long, black hair was all tied up and styled into an elegant Lingyun bun, secured only by a single, translucent white jade hairpin, with no other adornments.

This outfit made her look even more upright and elegant, with a cool and dignified air, just like the head of the Lu family.

Wu Tian changed into a dark red, close-fitting outfit, covered by a light black armor, with a long sword at his waist, making him appear heroic and upright. His aura had become even more restrained after a night of reflection.

The two of them, without any attendants, walked straight through the many courtyards and corridors to the deepest part of the Lu family's ancestral home.

This is a tranquil area surrounded by ancient trees, with a solemn atmosphere. A majestic and ancient hall stands in the center, its doors tightly closed. Above the plaque are two large gilded characters: Ancestral Hall. The calligraphy is simple and vigorous, exuding a profound sense of history.

Eighteen elderly men with serene auras and radiant spiritual light guarded the front of the hall. They were all highly respected elders from the collateral branches of the Lu family, possessing considerable cultivation.

Upon seeing Lu Nanxi and Wu Tian arrive together, the guards bowed respectfully. Their eyes, when sweeping over Wu Tian, ​​revealed complex emotions—a mixture of awe and curiosity.

Lu Nanxi nodded slightly, stepped forward personally, took out the family head token, and cast a unique spell on the heavy ancestral hall door.

The gate slowly opened, and a mixture of incense, dust, and some indescribable ancient scent wafted out.

"Come in." Lu Nanxi stepped in first, followed closely by Wu Tian.

Upon entering the ancestral hall, the light suddenly became dim and solemn.

What comes into view is a dense array of memorial tablets, layer upon layer, stretching from the ground all the way to the high ceiling of the hall. Each tablet is made of special sacred materials, with a warm, lustrous surface, and the name of the deceased and a brief biography are written on it in gold lacquer.

Before the memorial tablets, lamps burned silently, their tiny flames forming a deep, dark sea of ​​light that illuminated the interior of the ancestral hall in a hazy glow. The light and shadow danced among the tablets, as if countless eyes were watching silently.

The air was filled with the rich scent of sandalwood, the accumulated fragrance of incense offered over countless years. The ground was paved with thick, dark blue-green stone slabs, and the sound of footsteps was absorbed by some force, making the place exceptionally quiet.

The interior of the ancestral hall was far more profound and spacious than it appeared from the outside. The two walked slowly along the central passage, where the ancestral tablets on both sides seemed endless, telling the long and mottled history of the Lu family.

The atmosphere was so solemn that it made people hold their breath and feel a sense of awe.

After walking about a hundred steps, the passage suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

Wu Tian looked up and saw a huge altar standing at the end. The stone of the altar seemed to be stained with blood. It was pyramid-shaped with twelve layers, each about half a zhang high. The edges were engraved with dense and extremely complicated ancient incantations.

These incantations are not static; they flicker like breathing, flowing with radiance. The higher one goes, the more intense the light of the incantations becomes, and the more astonishing the pressure they exude.

The destination of this journey is at the top of the altar, on the twelfth level.

Crimson Dragon Immortal-Slaying Blade!

Wu Tian's gaze was instantly drawn to it.

It was an extremely imposing and domineering long-handled sword, similar in shape to the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, but heavier and more ferocious. Its entire body was a deep and restrained dark red, like solidified magma or dried blood.

The hilt is about twelve feet long and as thick as a child's arm. It is neither made of gold nor wood, but has a warm and smooth feel and is indestructible. A lifelike red dragon relief is coiled around it.

The dragon's body spirals upwards from the end of the hilt, its head held high, positioned precisely at the junction of the hilt and the blade. With its mouth open, it spits out a wide blade over seven feet long!
The blade was not a smooth surface, but was covered with intricate and complex flame and cloud patterns and ancient incantations that seemed to be naturally formed. These patterns flowed with a molten gold-like red light in the dim light, making the whole knife look like it was burning quietly.

The blade is thick and heavy, with hard lines, but it suddenly becomes as thin as a cicada's wing at the edge. A sharp, cold light flows across the blade, as if it can cut through sight and sever the soul.

This is no knife; it's practically a ferocious red dragon that will devour anyone it chooses.

The sword stood silently upright atop the altar, its sheath slung over its shoulders, displaying its majesty without any concealment.

Just by looking at him from afar, Wu Tian could feel a vast, ancient, intense, and incomparably sharp aura rushing towards him, mixed with a fierce aura that had been accumulated through countless killings and sacrifices.

It doesn't resemble an inanimate object; it's more like a slumbering, ancient beast.

The incantations on the twelve stone steps of the altar seemed to be subtly protecting it, while in some way restraining its overly exuberant sharpness and Taoist charm.

"Good knife!"

Wu Tian couldn't help but blurt it out.

This Crimson Dragon Immortal-Slaying Blade is undoubtedly the most powerful weapon he has ever seen, bar none. Its quality far surpasses that of ordinary magical treasures, reaching the level of a Dao artifact.

Although the ancient arrow that shot down the sun was ancient and powerful, when he obtained it, it was already broken and severely damaged, and it seemed to be sealed by some kind of power.

But this murderous blade was at its peak.

Standing before the altar, Lu Nanxi gazed at the divine sword that symbolized the highest inheritance and glory of the Lu family, her eyes revealing a deep awe and a hint of barely perceptible eagerness.

She took a deep breath, turned to Wu Tian, ​​and her voice was exceptionally clear in the empty ancestral hall: "The altar has twelve layers, corresponding to the twelve realms of the True Understanding of the Heavenly Blazing Fire."

"Only by achieving each level of perfection can one use the power of their own bloodline to offset part of the suppression of the altar formation and the impact of the divine sword's Dao aura, thus advancing to the next level."

“Only those who have mastered the twelve levels of the True Understanding of the Blazing Fire of the Heavens can reach the top without any obstacles, face the Crimson Dragon Immortal-Slaying Blade, and attempt to obtain the inheritance.” She looked at Wu Tian with encouraging eyes: “Go, Lu Ding, I believe you will definitely succeed in obtaining the ‘Sun Chasing Light Scripture’.”

Wu Tian nodded without saying anything more and stepped towards the first level of the altar.

The moment he stepped onto the first stone step, he felt a sudden heaviness around him, as an invisible pressure surged from all directions.

With a slight thought, Wu Tian's true blood of the Heavenly Fiery Flame circulated within his body, and totems manifested around him. A layer of pale golden flames protected his body, and the invisible pressure immediately dissipated by more than half.

He steadily stepped onto the first floor.

Following the second floor, the third floor...

As the number of floors increased, the pressure intensified, the incantations on the altar faded, and the radiance emitted almost merged into a sea of ​​fire.

At the same time, the crimson dragon-slaying immortal blade at the top of the altar dripped with rosy light, washing down wave after wave like a tide, as if a crimson dragon were coiled above its head, coldly looking down at the ants that tried to approach.

Even an ordinary Dao Embryo cultivator, just standing at the foot of the altar, would probably be shaken by this oppressive force, causing their mind to become unstable and their blood to churn.

But Wu Tian's steps remained steady. The true blood of the Heavenly Blazing Fire within his body surged and flowed like an awakened volcano, emitting the same ancient and fiery aura, subtly resisting and resonating with the suppression of the altar and the glow of the divine blade.

The light around him grew even more intense, with subtle incantations appearing and disappearing within it.

The pressure increased exponentially with each subsequent floor, including the sixth and seventh floors. Wu Tian began to feel a slight humming in his bones and his blood circulation accelerated.

But his pace and rhythm remained perfectly steady.

Lu Nanxi watched intently from below, her delicate hands clenching quietly, her palms slightly sweaty.

Although she trusted Wu Tian, ​​she was still deeply shocked and excited to witness him overcome obstacles so easily.

She is still quite far from the tenth level of perfection, and she knows how difficult it is to advance to each level of the altar. The bloodline power and cultivation foundation that Wu Tian is showing at this moment far exceed her expectations.

The tenth floor, the eleventh floor!
The Crimson Dragon Immortal-Slaying Blade at the top of the altar seemed to sense something; the rosy light flowing over its blade suddenly brightened, and the blade hummed.

Wu Tian grunted, and the light and flames around his body fluctuated violently, but the three divine power seeds in his body trembled, and flames, dragon roars, and sword energy intertwined to stabilize himself.

He took a deep breath, and with the sound of the blade echoing like a dragon's roar, he stepped onto the twelfth level of the altar.

When his feet landed firmly on the top of the altar, all the pressure, the glow, and the oppressive force receded like the tide.

He stood right in front of the Crimson Dragon Immortal-Slaying Blade, within reach.

Looking up at the figure standing atop the altar, Lu Nanxi's chest heaved violently. She truly hadn't expected that Wu Tian could cultivate the True Explanation of the Heavenly Blazing Fire to the twelfth level in such a short time and ascend to the twelfth level of the altar so smoothly.

Such a speed and depth of cultivation is simply unbelievable!
She quickly calmed down, immediately turned around, faced the entrance of the ancestral hall, and her clear, cold voice, carrying an unquestionable tone, instantly resounded throughout the ancestral hall: "Issue my decree: from this moment on, the area within a hundred feet of the ancestral hall shall be designated as a forbidden zone. No clansman may approach it. Anyone who trespasses shall be killed without exception."

"All guards, strengthen your vigilance and activate the formation. From today onwards, I, the patriarch, will act as the Grand Commander's protector. All non-urgent matters shall be discussed and decided by the elders of each branch, and no one shall be disturbed!"

At her command, the order was immediately relayed and carried out by her trusted confidants, and the atmosphere in the entire ancestral hall area became even more solemn and heavy.

Lu Nanxi turned around again, her gaze fixed intently on the top of the altar.

Next comes the crucial part...

The intimidating power of a Lu family primordial spirit is completely different from that of a Lu family primordial spirit capable of wielding the Crimson Dragon Immortal-Slaying Blade.

Even if only a wisp of sword light can be summoned, it is enough to annihilate the primordial spirit.

This will be the foundation for the Lu family to stand firm in this chaotic world.

……

Standing before the Crimson Dragon Immortal-Slaying Blade, Wu Tiancai felt the blade's ferocity even more acutely.
The blade was within reach, and the ancient incantations were clearly visible. Each line seemed to contain the laws of heaven and earth. As the glow within the blade flowed slowly, these lines also underwent extremely subtle changes, like breathing.

The red dragon relief coiled around the hilt of the sword seems to have two tiny flames burning quietly in its eyes. If you stare at it for a long time, you will have the illusion that your soul will be sucked in.

Wu Tian held his breath and focused his mind, adjusting himself to his best state. Then he slowly extended his right hand, spread his five fingers, and grasped the hilt of the knife.

Before the fingertips even touched it, a powerful suction suddenly came from the hilt of the knife.

Before he could react, his hand was firmly attached to the hilt of the knife. The touch was not cold, but a strange warmth, as if he were touching the scales of some living creature rather than metal.

The next moment, the world spun around!

Wu Tian's consciousness was suddenly pulled into the realm of darkness by an irresistible force.

After a moment of dizziness, he felt as if the world was turning upside down before his eyes.

There were no altars or shrines left; all that could be seen was an endless wasteland, with a great sun casting its fiery rays, and the true fire of the sun cascading down from the sky like a waterfall.

A towering figure, stepping on golden light, chases after the great sun high in the sky.

The figure was enormous, with bulging muscles and skin that was a dark red, almost black color, covered with complex and primitive totem patterns, exuding a wild, intense, and frenzied aura.

This is... the demon god Kuafu?!

Wu Tian felt a shock to his soul. In front of Kuafu, at the end of the sky, a huge sun, so enormous that it was unbelievable and so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it, slowly rotated.

"That is……"

His heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely saw a three-legged divine bird flapping its wings in the midst of the great sun.

The divine bird was engulfed in golden flames. With each flap of its wings, it unleashed a torrent of golden fire like a waterfall from the heavens, scorching the earth below and completely engulfing Kuafu, who was chasing after it.

Kuafu paid no heed to the flames pouring down on him like a celestial river. He roared and his strides became even more ferocious, as if he wanted to trample the entire world under his feet. Then he stretched out a giant hand, seemingly wanting to capture the great sun and the golden crow.

The scene was so real, so breathtaking, that it seemed to have imprinted that thrilling ancient chase directly into the depths of Wu Tian's soul.

He could sense Kuafu's almost frenzied will, his scorching, boiling blood, and his ambition to race against time; he could also feel the terrifying power of the sun's true fire, scattered by the golden crow, capable of incinerating all things. (End of Chapter)