Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Bai Youhuan nodded with a smile and indeed stepped back a little to watch from the sidelines.

She also wanted to see for herself what kind of methods this Grand Commander of the Lu family possessed.

Wu Tian took a step forward, and his figure suddenly grew larger.

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a giant nearly a thousand feet tall, with bronze skin, muscles bulging like dragons, and his whole body enveloped in golden flames.

The divine seal between his brows shone brightly, like a third eye opening and shooting out golden light. Behind him, a divine pillar reaching to the heavens and the earth faintly appeared, exuding an ancient aura that suppressed time and supported the heavens with divine power.

"Since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for being impolite."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Tian had already reached out his giant hand.

The hand was as large as a mountain, with its five fingers spread out like claws reaching for the sky. The lines on the palm were clearly visible. It brought a howling wind, tore through the air, and grabbed down towards the five people on the top of the mountain gate.

This grab was simple and direct, yet it contained unparalleled power and will, as if the entire sky collapsed with it.

Master Dajue's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "The Grand Commander of the Lu family has invaded our mountain gate! Disciples of Longxiang Temple, listen to my command! Activate the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Forbidden Technique and slay the enemy!"

As he spoke, a great aura of Buddha shone from behind the Great Master Dajue's head, and a golden relic, as large as a fist, slowly rose up.

That relic was extraordinary; its surface was entwined with golden dragons, and its interior seemed to contain countless tiny Sanskrit characters.

As soon as the relic appeared, the surrounding天地精气 (heaven and earth essence) resonated with it, and faint sounds of dragon roars and elephant howls could be heard. A golden dragon roared from within the relic, broke free of its body, and grew longer in the wind, transforming into a thousand-foot-long golden dragon.

This golden dragon had gleaming scales, sharp horns, and eyes as bright as the sun and moon. Its entire body was shrouded in dazzling Buddhist light, exuding sacred majesty. As soon as it appeared, it stirred up the wind and clouds, and crashed fiercely into Wu Tian's giant hand.

Although the Great Master Dawei was still injured and his face was pale, he gritted his teeth and activated the relic. The Great Heavenly Dragon Relic that rose behind his head was slightly inferior. The golden dragon phantom was about eight hundred feet long, but it was still majestic and powerful. It pounced on the golden dragon following closely behind the Great Master Dawei.

The three Zen masters, Dayong, Dazhi, and Dade, also displayed their supernatural abilities.

These three individuals, who occupy the highest positions, are no ordinary people. They have all refined the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Relic and are the true leaders and pillars of Longxiang Temple. Now, at this critical juncture of life and death, they hold nothing back.

Zen Master Dayong was of fierce and unyielding character, and the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon he transformed into was the most ferocious. The golden dragon was nine hundred feet long, with its body covered in bulging muscles. Every scale shimmered with a metallic luster, and its claws were as sharp as divine weapons. With a single swipe of its claws, it had the power to tear through the void.

The Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon transformed by Zen Master Dazhi was eight hundred feet tall, with a lithe and agile body, its entire body shrouded in flames. These flames were not ordinary fire, but rather a mixture of heart fire, karmic fire, and wisdom fire, specifically designed to burn the soul.

The Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon of the Great Master Dade is the most solid, its entire body is like cast gold, and Buddhist mantras are naturally formed on its scales, with each scale being a miniature "卍".

As the dragon coiled around, the sound of chanting accompanied it, majestic and imposing, suppressing all directions.

Five mighty dragons soared into the sky, each displaying a different aura based on their respective cultivation and understanding of Buddhism.

The Great Wrathful Dragon manifested by Zen Master Dajue was the most magnificent, reaching a thousand feet in length. Its horns were sharp and its scales were imposing. Its entire body was enveloped in the most brilliant and pure Buddhist light, sacred and majestic, as if the true form of the Dharma protector dragon of Buddhism had descended.

Five dragons emerged together, their roars shaking the heavens!
The dragon's might was as vast as the sea and as powerful as a prison, spreading outwards and dyeing the sky a golden hue. The Buddha's light shone everywhere, and chants of Buddhist hymns filled the air, as if the land had transformed into a pure Buddhist paradise.

At the same time, thousands of disciples below chanted scriptures in unison, their voices rising like a tide, surging straight into the sky.

Each disciple had a solemn expression and poured their magical power into the ground beneath their feet without reservation. The Longxiang Temple had been established for a thousand years, and many layers of restrictive spells had been laid out throughout the mountain gate, which were now fully activated.

"Om Mani Padme Hum"

The six-syllable mantra resounded throughout heaven and earth.

A dazzling golden light shone throughout the temple, and countless golden runes emerged from the ground, walls, and pillars, rising up and intertwining in mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, a massive magic array covering the entire Longxiang Temple appeared, its patterns intricate and profound, with a giant swastika at its core that rotated endlessly.

Suddenly, an even more ancient and majestic dragon roar echoed from the Buddha's light that permeated the heavens and earth.

It seems to transcend time and space, coming from ancient times.

In the center of the magic array, countless golden lights converged, and a mighty dragon, a thousand feet long, slowly took shape.

This celestial dragon was different from the five chief disciples; it was more ancient and sinister, and its eyes held no emotion, only indifference and coldness.

Every dragon scale was clearly visible, the dragon whiskers fluttered, the dragon claws were sharp, and the whole body exuded a vast and powerful aura, which was formed by the gathering of the thousand-year-old incense of Longxiang Temple, the magical power and Buddhist light of countless disciples, and the forbidden magic.

As soon as this forbidden dragon appeared, it roared to the sky, its cry echoing through the mountains and causing the snow to fall in a flurry. With a swipe of its massive body, it tore through the air and charged towards Wu Tian with the force to crush everything in its path.

In an instant, supernatural powers danced wildly in the heavens and on the earth.

The five chief disciples transformed into a mighty heavenly dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, and attacked from different directions; the forbidden heavenly dragon traversed the sky, colliding head-on; the sky was filled with Buddhist light, surging like a tide, transforming into countless golden chains, Buddhist seals, and incantations, covering Wu Tian from top to bottom.

The entire sky was dyed gold, the chanting of Buddhist hymns was like thunder, and the roar of dragons was deafening, as if the end of the world had come, or as if the Buddha had subdued demons.

Faced with this siege that would drive any Nascent Soul cultivator to despair, Wu Tian remained unmoved. He didn't even look at the six giant dragons charging towards him; he simply raised his right hand and made a fist.

"Om-"

A deep, long, resonant tremor resounded, as if it came from the ancient wilderness.

Golden light gathered in his palm, and a giant pillar, entirely dark gold and wrapped with countless ancient totem patterns, slowly solidified.

The pillar was as thick as a mountain peak and hundreds of feet long. The totems carved on the pillar seemed to move as if they were alive. There were giants chasing the sun and gods and demons roaring, exuding a vast aura that suppressed time and established the order of the universe.

It was the manifestation of the divine power of the Heavenly Pillar.

"kill!"

Wu Tian uttered a single word, his voice booming like thunder.

He held the pillar in his right hand and simply swept it horizontally.

This sweep, though seemingly slow, is actually incredibly fast.

Under the influence of the power of the Heavenly Pillar to suppress time, the spacetime within a hundred feet of Wu Tian seemed to be separated and formed into its own.

The fierce attacks from the outside world appeared to him as if in slow motion. The golden dragons that lunged at him with bared fangs and claws, the chains of Buddha light that shot towards him, and the huge Buddha seal that crashed down all became slow, clear, and their trajectories discernible.

His divine pillar, however, remained unaffected and swept out with terrifying speed.

The dark golden pillar ripped through the sky, and wherever it passed, the space cracked and shattered under its weight, leaving behind fine fissures. The ancient totems on the pillar seemed to come alive, emitting silent roars that amplified the power of the strike.

The first to be affected was the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, an incarnation of Zen Master Dayong.

The ferocious golden dragon opened its mouth, spewing golden Buddhist fire, and swung its claws out, about to tear Wu Tian's body apart.

"boom!"

The divine pillar struck the golden dragon squarely on the waist.

There was no stalemate, no loud crash, only a dull "crack" sound, like glass shattering.

The ferocious golden dragon, nine hundred feet long, shattered inch by inch, starting from the waist where it had been struck by the divine pillar. Its scales burst open, its body broke, and golden Buddhist light scattered in all directions like exploding fireworks.

The entire golden dragon, like a glass sculpture struck by a giant hammer, collapsed completely in the blink of an eye, turning into countless golden specks of light that drifted and scattered. Zen Master Dayong was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "poof," the blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

The Buddhist light surrounding him dimmed instantly, and the relic behind his head cracked with a "crack." He fell from the roof of the hall like a rag doll, crashing into the bluestone square and creating a deep crater. His fate was unknown.

"Junior brother!" Zen Master Dazhi's eyes were bloodshot. He was closest to Dayong, and seeing his junior brother's miserable state, he felt both pain and anger.

He frantically activated his Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon. The golden dragon stopped spewing Buddhist fire and instead twisted its body, transforming into a golden stream of light that bypassed the divine pillar and rushed straight towards Wu Tianhou's heart.

At the same time, he formed hand seals and chanted a demon-subduing incantation. Golden swastikas appeared out of thin air and rained down on Wu Tian's head like a storm.

Wu Tian didn't even look at it. The sweeping momentum of the divine pillar didn't diminish. He simply turned his wrist slightly and flicked it back.

With this one flick, the opponent arrived first, even though they were behind.

"Pfft!"

The golden dragon, which had transformed into a streak of light to launch a sneak attack, was caught off guard by the divine pillar and was forcibly cleaved in two from head to tail.

Golden light cascaded down like a waterfall, and the two dragon bodies twitched weakly before dissipating into golden light.

At the same time, the swastika-shaped Buddhist seals that came crashing into the golden flames surrounding Wu Tian vanished without a trace, like ice and snow meeting boiling oil, without even causing a ripple.

The Great Master Zhi felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer in the chest, and blood gushed out with a "whoosh." His chest visibly caved in, and countless ribs were broken.

He was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into half of the ancient clock tower with a deafening roar. Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and dust filled the air, burying him beneath the rubble, where he remained silent.

In the blink of an eye, one of the two leaders was dead and the other seriously injured.

The Great Master was both shocked and furious, and an overwhelming chill rose in his heart.

He finally realized just how terrifying the young man before him was. The five chief monks of Longxiang Temple joined forces to kill him, and in the blink of an eye, two of his junior brothers were beaten to a pulp.

"Lu Ding! Do you truly intend to wage war against my Dragon Elephant Temple to the death?!"

The Great Master Dajue shouted sternly, his voice trembling slightly, revealing a fierce exterior masking a timid interior.

“If we retreat now, we can sit down and discuss this. There is still room for maneuver in expelling the dragons. We are both human, and fighting here will only make us a laughingstock to the dragons. Why should we both suffer heavy losses?”

"What a joke! Isn't it too late to beg for mercy now?" Wu Tian sneered. Now that he had started, there was no reason to stop. If he didn't beat them until they were hurt, these bald monks wouldn't listen to him.

He swung the divine pillar in his hand again.

This time, the target is the Great Master Zen.

The Great Master's face was ashen, and his eyes were filled with fear.

Having witnessed the tragic state of Dayong and Dazhi, how could he dare to take on the challenge?
He frantically activated the relic behind his head, and the golden dragon coiled around his body to protect him. At the same time, he retreated rapidly, each step leaving a golden lotus phantom in the air. This was the Golden Lotus Escape Technique of the Dragon Elephant Temple, which was extremely fast.

But he retreated quickly, while the divine pillar advanced even faster.

The dark golden pillar seemed to disregard spatial distance; one moment it was a hundred feet away, and the next it was right in front of the Great Master.

The ancient totems on the pillar shimmered with light, and a fleeting phantom of a towering giant flashed by.

The Great Master's pupils contracted sharply, and he only had time to push out the golden dragon coiled around his body with all his might as a final defense.

"Crack!!!"

The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed clearly throughout the venue.

The divine pillar smashed down on the golden dragon without any fancy moves.

The incredibly solid protective golden dragon, strong enough to withstand attacks from a Nascent Soul cultivator, shattered like paper. The pillar, its momentum undiminished, slammed squarely into the back of the Great Master Dade.

"puff!"

The Great Master felt as if he had been struck by a mountain; his back collapsed instantly, while his chest bulged out abnormally.

His eyes bulged out, and he gushed blood from his mouth, mixed with a large number of pieces of internal organs.

He fell sideways like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the ground with a loud thud, creating a crater several meters deep. Dust billowed up, and then all was silent.

At this point, three of the four chief leaders have been removed from office.

Da Yong's fate is unknown, Da Zhi was buried in the rubble, and Da De died on the spot. Only the severely injured and greatly weakened Zen Master Da Wei remains.

The two Zen masters, Dajue and Dawei, exchanged a glance and saw an unprecedented fear in each other's eyes.

It was a shudder and despair that came from the depths of one's soul.

Only now did they truly realize what a terrifying being they had provoked.

"Stop! Grand Commander Lu, please stop!"

The Great Master's voice trembled, all traces of his previous majesty gone, replaced by pleading, "We are willing to obey the Grand Commander's orders."

"Regarding the expulsion of the dragon clan, the Longxiang Temple is willing to obey orders and will henceforth follow the Lu family's lead. We beg the Grand Commander to show mercy and spare our lives."

Wu Tian's enormous avatar looked down, his eyes, as bright as the sun and moon, held no emotion, only cold indifference.

His voice boomed like thunder from the heavens, causing the roof tiles of the temple below to rattle.
"Want to lower your price now? Too late."

The divine pillar moved again, heading straight for the Great Master of Zen.

Master Dawei was heartbroken, the shadow of death looming over him.

He roared, frantically squeezing out the last of his magical power. The relic behind his head shone brightly, threatening to shatter.

An eight-hundred-foot-tall mighty dragon manifested, but this dragon phantom was far less solid than before, its light dimmed, clearly indicating that it was at its last gasp.

"The mantis' arm is like a chariot."

Wu Tian snorted coldly, and the divine pillar's momentum only increased.

"Boom!!!"

The eight-hundred-foot-tall mighty dragon collided with the divine pillar. There was no stalemate, no explosion, only a muffled sound, like rags being torn apart.

The illusory image of the Heavenly Dragon was pierced through by the divine pillar, and its body exploded inch by inch, turning into golden light that scattered across the sky.

The Great Master Dawei let out an extremely shrill scream, blood gushing from all seven orifices at the same time. The Buddha light around his body was completely extinguished, and the relic behind his head shattered into several pieces with a crack.

He felt as if all his bones had been removed, tumbling limply from the rooftop and crashing onto the hard bluestone slab. His body convulsed, unable to move, only able to exhale, not inhale. (End of Chapter)