Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

"kill!"

"Leave no one behind!"

"Roar!!!"

Three thousand sailors roared in unison, and the sea-overturning dragon above the army formation suddenly solidified by three-tenths, opening its blood-red maw like a celestial river pouring out, and crashed into the Star River Crossing Boat at the forefront of the Heavenly River Sword Sect's army.

"kill!"

Master Bixiao roared and leaped into the air. Behind him, the Azure Heavenly River phenomenon expanded wildly, transforming into a long silver river that stretched across the sky, heading towards the terrifying dragon.

Boom!

Two immense forces collided, exploding into a sky full of mist, and space shattered like a mirror, revealing countless cracks.

Almost at the same time!

"Red Dragon Chasing the Sun!"

As Master Chishan took a step forward, the sun behind him expanded, and seven fire dragons roared to the sky, breaking away from the sun and transforming into seven giant fire dragons, each a hundred feet long, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on the aquatic army.

Wherever the fire dragon passed, the seawater evaporated, and the sailors screamed as they turned into charred remains.

"Ice Soul Divine Light!"

With a gentle wave of her hand, the Cold Cloud Immortal unleashed a burst of icy divine light that transformed into a sky full of snow and ice, which then fell with the raging wind.

As the ice and snow passed, the surface of the Blackwater River froze instantly, and countless waves solidified into ice sculptures. The sailors at the forefront didn't even have time to scream before they turned into ice sculptures and then shattered into pieces.

"court death!"

Crab Eighteen flew into a rage, its massive crab body shuddered violently, the crimson patterns on its back shell lit up, and its body swelled to three hundred feet, transforming into the true form of a mountain-like crimson-armored demonic crab.

The two giant pincers were like two small mountains. One pincer smashed down on True Man Chishan, and the other swept across True Man Hanxia.

Before the pincers even arrived, a terrifying gale had already torn through the void.

"You beast, cease your madness!"

Master Biyuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent; he had been holding back a lot of anger, and now he unleashed it all.

Behind them, the abyss surged, and azure light shot into the sky, converging into a vast blue sky that pressed down directly on Crab Eighteen.

Clang! !

The sound of metal clashing resounded throughout the heavens and earth. The blue sky fell, and dazzling sparks erupted from the back of the crimson-armored demon crab. The shockwave blasted a hundred-foot-deep crater into the river below.

"Ow!!!"

Crab Eighteen roared in pain, and its other giant pincer abandoned Hanxia Zhenren, instead smashing towards Biyuan Zhenren.

"Three Thousand Sword Rivers!"

Not to be outdone, Master Tianchi unleashed three thousand sword lights from behind him, transforming into a long river of sword energy to attack from the side.

On the other side, Sha Wuhen could no longer suppress his killing intent.

"A bunch of ants dare to defy my Dragon Palace!"

With a flicker of his body, he transformed into a nine-hundred-foot-long, gray-blue Soul-Devouring Shark. His tail swept across, smashing dozens of Tianhe Sword Sect cultivators, swords and all, into a bloody mist. Then, he opened his gaping maw and charged straight into the great formation.

"You wretched creature, how dare you!"

Behind Master Yuheng, the nebula spun, transforming into a star curtain that enveloped Sha Wuhen.

Within the starry sky, countless stars fell, transforming into a rain of billions of swords that swept across the sky and struck Sha Wuhen.

The Sandless Shark twisted its body, its scales shimmering with a gray-blue light. It withstood the rain of swords, its scales shattering and blood dripping, yet it grew even more ferocious, biting at Jade Balance Immortal.

Sword light clashed with water waves, and supernatural powers and demonic arts clashed.

Master Chishan and Crab Eighteen fought fiercely, the fire dragon clashed with the giant pincers, and the flames clashed with the red armor. Every battle exploded into a rain of fire.

Biyuan Zhenren and Tianchi Zhenren joined forces to besiege Crab Eighteen. Qingtian suppressed it, and the Three Thousand Sword River attacked from different angles, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on Crab Eighteen's carapace.

They wanted to quickly eliminate a major enemy so they could then free up their resources to deal with other adversaries.

Master Hanxia and Sha Wuhen engaged in a fierce battle in the air.

The Ice Soul Divine Light froze everything, but it could not freeze Sha Wuhen's slippery shark body; Master Yuheng trapped Sha Wuhen with the Star Curtain, while controlling the Star Sword Rain to attack continuously. Sha Wuhen already had hundreds of wounds on his body, and blood was flowing like a river, but he became more and more frenzied in battle.

The most brutal battle was between the disciples and the sailors.

Sword light shattered shrimp soldiers, water spears pierced sword cultivators, savage beasts tore apart fish spirits, and demonic arts blasted disciples to death...

Blood stained the Blackwater River red, severed limbs floated on the surface, the primordial spirit wailed, and the demon soul shattered.

On a distant, solitary peak, Wu Tian watched the battle quietly.

The Golden Eyes of Reflection captured every detail of the battlefield with crystal clarity.

Despite the fierce battle between the Tianhe Sword Sect and the Dragon Clan, if he were to face the Tianhe Sword Sect, they wouldn't even be qualified to fight him.

The Divine Pillar of Heaven suppresses time; whether it's thousands of people or just one, it makes no difference to him.

No one can besiege him; if he wanted, he could easily kill thousands of people and then retreat.

Bixiao gave up struggling precisely because of his terrifying speed. Faced with such an extremely fast being, if there is no way to counter it, one can only be like prey in the jungle, hunted down one by one by the predator.

"However... on the Dragon Clan's side, hasn't that Third Prince made a move yet?"

Wu Tian turned his gaze toward Tonghai County City.

On the battlefield, Turtle Thousand Years Old's expression grew increasingly solemn.

He hadn't expected that the Tianhe Sword Sect would still have such fighting power after being defeated by the Lu family.

In particular, the sword formation formed by the twelve Star River Crossing Ships was far more powerful than expected, and the Overturning Sea Formation was already showing signs of collapse.

"Prime Minister, if things continue like this, even if we win, it will be a Pyrrhic victory," a subordinate general of the aquatic tribe anxiously transmitted.

Gui Qiansui's face was gloomy. He had not expected that the Tianhe Sword Sect's desperate struggle would be so tenacious.

"Can't delay any longer..."

He raised his tortoise head and roared like a dragon, "Your subject is incompetent, please, Your Highness, take action."

From the direction of Tonghai County, the Dragon Palace's Third Prince Moang, who was enjoying himself in the main hall, finally turned his gaze to the Blackwater River.

"waste."

A detached voice came from the far distance.

The sound wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly in everyone's ears.

The next moment, the world suddenly went dark.

It wasn't darkness, but a dragon's claw that blotted out the sky, reaching out from the direction of Tonghai County City, spanning three hundred miles of void, and appearing above the Blackwater River!
The dragon claw was covered in pale golden scales, each scale the size of a house, its claws like mountain peaks, the tips gleaming with a cold light, as if capable of tearing the sky apart. The moment the dragon claw appeared, all living beings within a thousand miles, whether human or demon, felt a fear and submission originating from the depths of their blood.

The might of the true dragon!

"Your Highness... Your Highness the Crown Prince..." Prince Gui raised his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with awe.

The dragon claw slowly pressed down.

There were no supernatural powers, no fancy tricks, just a simple claw strike.

But it was this one claw that terrified everyone in the Tianhe Sword Sect.

Under the overwhelming dragon's might, even the disciples below the Dao Embryo level were so stunned that they stood frozen in place, unable to move at all.

The dragon's claw fell.

Click!

The Star River Formation couldn't even withstand a tenth of its strength before shattering with a deafening roar.

boom! boom! boom!
The twelve Dharma boats, which had been passed down for thousands of years, were smashed to pieces like toys. The thousands of disciples who survived on the boats didn't even have time to scream before they turned into a cloud of blood mist.

"No!"

Master Bixiao's eyes were bloodshot.

The dragon claws continued to press down relentlessly.

"Run! Run!!" Master Chishan roared.

The disciples scattered and fled, while the wild beasts panicked and ran amok.

However, the dragon claw's coverage area is too large.

boom!
With a single slap, the earth trembled, and the Blackwater River ceased to flow.

Just as the sky-covering dragon claw was about to completely annihilate the remaining disciples of the Tianhe Sword Sect, and even the primordial spirits of Bixiao Zhenren and others felt despair and suffocation.

"Om..."

A clear and melodious sound suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.

The sound was initially extremely faint, like the gentle tapping of a jade chime or the dripping of spring water, but it instantly overwhelmed all the noise of the battlefield, pierced through the terrifying oppression of the dragon's might, and clearly resounded in everyone's ears and deep in their souls.

Immediately afterwards, the night sky above everyone's heads, which had been in chaos due to the dragon's might and killing intent, suddenly changed color.

It wasn't illuminated, but rather... imbued with color.

A pure, deep, and boundless azure color spread from the depths of the extremely high sky, quickly permeating the entire heavens.

That blue was so special, unlike the vibrant blue of grass and trees, or the warm and restrained blue of jade, but rather a lofty, cool, and clear blue that seemed to carry the weight of eternity and endless Daoist wisdom.

The color of the azure sky!

In the azure sky, countless tiny points of light emerged, like an inverted galaxy or jade dust scattered from the heavens, swirling with a dreamlike radiance.

A slender, petite figure appeared silently high above the dragon's claw.

She was a petite and delicate girl, no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with a height of at most four feet. If she were in the mortal world, she would only be regarded as a child who had not yet grown up.

Yet, this petite figure, standing in mid-air, seemed to become the center of this world.

She wore an extremely gorgeous and elaborate turquoise palace dress, with twelve layers upon layers of skirt, each layer as thin as a cicada's wing and as light as smoke, embroidered with countless ancient and mysterious star patterns, cloud patterns, and celestial river designs in silver thread.

Her waist was cinched so slenderly by a wide, jade-white belt inlaid with tourmaline that it seemed impossible to encircle, highlighting the breathtaking curves of her upper body. The collar of her palace dress was designed to be slightly low, revealing a small patch of dazzlingly white skin and delicate collarbones.

The fabric at her chest was stretched into an astonishingly large curve, trembling as if it were about to burst out of her clothes, creating an extreme contrast with her petite figure and exuding a bewitching allure.

Looking up, there was a face that could be described as perfect.

Her skin was as white and lustrous as the finest mutton fat jade, with a faint halo, without the slightest pore or blemish. Her features were so exquisite that they seemed to have been painstakingly sculpted by a master jade craftsman.

What's most peculiar is her eyes, which shimmer with a deep turquoise. As her gaze moves, it seems as if billions of stars are born and die within them, and the entire Azure River flows through them.

This face is clearly that of a young girl, with a delicate and youthful appearance, but the eyes reveal a detached and profound understanding of the vicissitudes of time and the changes of the world, as well as a kind of hidden yet chillingly fierce majesty.

Her hair reached her hips, and it wasn't styled into a complicated bun. Instead, she loosely tied most of it up with a jade hairpin, while the rest of her black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

The moment she appeared, an aura of coolness, loftiness, and inviolability permeated the area within hundreds of miles centered on her petite figure.

Three inches above her head, a hazy azure halo naturally appeared. The halo slowly rotated, with countless tiny runes appearing and disappearing within it, and the faint phantom of a blue-green world could be seen floating and sinking within it.

The halo cast a gentle glow, enveloping her entire body and adding an air of sacred inviolability to her already exquisite beauty.

Behind her, a hazy, ethereal band of azure light, seemingly descending from an extremely high and distant place, encircled her.

This beam of light was no more than three feet wide, yet its length seemed endless, stretching into the depths of the sky and disappearing into the azure canopy.

She hovered there quietly, her petite figure a stark contrast to the sky-covering dragon claws. Yet, the aura she exuded caused those terrifying dragon claws to freeze in mid-air, unable to fall even an inch.

At the very moment that Biluo Yuanjun appeared, a magnificent and majestic golden pillar of light shot into the sky from the direction of Tonghai County, piercing straight into the heavens!
Within the pillar of light, a figure slowly emerged, stepping through the air.

He was a man who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He was extremely handsome, with sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards into his temples, a high nose bridge, distinct lips, and skin that shone with a faint jade-like glow.

He wore an incomparably luxurious golden robe and a dark black cloak. Most striking of all were the three-inch-long, crystal-clear, forked dragon horns on either side of his forehead.

The surface of the dragon horn is naturally covered with fine and intricate golden dragon patterns, with shimmering light flowing within the patterns, exuding a pure and ancient dragon aura.

He was tall and imposing, with broad shoulders and a thick back. Even when he was just standing in mid-air, he gave off a sense of stability and weight, like a mountain. His chest was broad, and through his slightly open collar, one could see the well-defined contours of his muscles, which contained explosive power.

A pale golden dragon tail hung down from behind him. The tail was thick and powerful, covered with palm-sized golden scales. Each scale was like a finely crafted work of art, with sharp edges. With a gentle sway, ripples spread through the void.

He was enveloped in a faint golden halo, within which countless tiny dragon-shaped incantations could be faintly seen arising and passing away. With each breath, the water vapor within a radius of a hundred miles would fluctuate, and rivers, lakes, and seas would resonate slightly.

This is a natural phenomenon of a true pure-blooded dragon.

This person is none other than Moang, the third prince of the East Sea Dragon Palace!
He walked on air with unhurried steps. With each step, a golden auspicious cloud naturally rose from beneath his feet, its edges crackling with tiny lightning bolts.

As he approached, the pressure of the true dragon emanating from the depths of his bloodline grew stronger. Many cultivators with lower cultivation levels on the battlefield turned pale, their legs went weak, and they almost knelt down.

Even some cultivators above the Dao Embryo Realm felt their breathing become labored and their souls tremble.

Moang stopped a thousand feet away from Biluo Yuanjun, his dragon eyes sweeping across the battlefield below before landing on Biluo Yuanjun's petite body. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which then turned into amusement.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips, revealing a half-smile. His voice was languid and magnetic, yet carried a distinctly condescending tone.
"Biluo... Yuanjun?"

"Oh, no, I should now address you as—Lady Biluo?"

Upon hearing this, Biluo Yuanjun raised her eyelids, her azure pupils calmly looking at Moang. Her voice was clear and crisp, like jade striking each other, yet it carried a chill.

"Moang, you bully the weak and slaughter my disciples. Do you think my Biluo lineage has no one left?"

As she spoke, her red lips parted slightly, revealing pearly white teeth, yet the murderous intent in her words sent a chill down the spines of everyone below. (End of Chapter)