Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Inside the quiet room, Bai Fengxian seemed oblivious to everything that was happening.

Her entire focus was on the nineteenth wind phase that was about to take shape.

The nineteenth wind phase corresponds to the Beginning of Winter in the twenty-four solar terms.

The Beginning of Winter (Lidong) marks the start of winter.

Water begins to freeze, the earth begins to harden, and all things are stored away.

Despite it being summer, the temperature inside the quiet room began to drop sharply.

It wasn't the bleak chill of autumn winds and white dew, but a kind of cold that penetrated to the bone.

Fine ice crystals condensed in the air, a thin layer of frost covered the ground, and white frost appeared on the surfaces of all objects, including walls, futons, and jade boxes.

High above, moonlight, like a waterfall, pierced through the roof of the quiet room and poured directly onto Bai Fengxian.

That was no ordinary moonlight, but the purest essence of the moon, cold, clear, and lofty.

A cold wind arose from nothingness; it was not the wind of nature, but the Daoist wind manifesting the principles of the Beginning of Winter. The cold wind was like a hammer, icy and piercing, forging the nineteenth wind form that was about to take shape behind Bai Fengxian.

The moonlight, sharp and cold like a blade, combined with the hammer of the icy wind, gradually sculpted the wind into shape.

Bai Fengxian closed her eyes and concentrated, her mind completely immersed in the process of the winter wind gathering.

She felt as if she were in a frozen wasteland, a silent world where everything had withered and fallen. Water began to freeze, the land began to solidify, animals began to hibernate, and plants hibernated deep within their roots.

This is a state of mind of restraint, collection, and preparation, which is completely different from the vitality, growth, and harvest of spring, summer and autumn.

Winter signifies the end, a time when all things are stored away. However, this storage is not a state of lifelessness, but rather a period of gathering strength to await the return of spring.

Enlightenment arose in her heart, and Bai Fengxian's hand seals changed. Under the hammering of the cold wind and the blade of moonlight, the nineteenth wind phase finally took shape.

This wind element is, in a sense, equivalent to the prototype of the fourth supernatural power, and also the embryo of a sword.

It was crystal clear, about three feet and six inches long, as if it were carved from ice and snow, yet it shimmered with a cool, moonlit glow.

The blade is transparent, revealing fine ice crystal patterns inside, each pattern corresponding to the essence of the Winter Solstice. A cold light gleams at the edge, not appearing sharp, yet possessing an extreme chill that freezes everything.

The moment the knife was drawn, the temperature in the quiet room dropped to freezing point, and all the surfaces of the objects were covered with a thick layer of frost.

This is the prototype of the fourth great divine power... the Taiyin Ice Soul Blade.

Although it is only in its rudimentary form and not yet fully perfected like the first three supernatural powers, the foundation has been laid. It will only take shape and evolve into a complete sword technique once the five winter season wind phases are gradually condensed.

The nineteenth level of the technique has been completed.

At the very moment when the nineteenth level of the "Wind Mother Twenty-Four Phases Blade" was perfected, the four great divine powers—Spring Breeze Turns to Rain Blade, Cloud and Rain Cover the Sky Blade, Autumn Wind and White Dew Blade, and Taiyin Ice Soul Blade—vibrated, the four seasons turned, and they connected with heaven and earth.

A breeze blew between heaven and earth.

Bai Fengxian's mind went blank for a moment... as if a wisp of wind had blown her away from her body, and she wandered aimlessly through the world.

She felt as if she had transformed into a wisp of wind, a wind that had passed through endless years and witnessed the cycle of the four seasons.

The wind is the breath of time, and the solar terms are the measure of time.

Spring breezes, summer rains, autumn frosts, and winter snows—each change in the wind corresponds to a segment in the long river of time. When these segments are strung together, they form the complete cycle of the four seasons, the passage of a year.

"When the 'Wind Mother Twenty-Four Phases Blade' is cultivated to its ultimate level, it is not only about controlling the wind phase, but also about touching time through the wind phase, using the twenty-four solar terms as anchor points to grasp the pulse of time."

"I have mastered four great supernatural powers. Although the fourth one is only in its rudimentary form, I have already begun to touch the essence of time..."

A sudden realization struck her like a flash of lightning, exploding in her mind.

At the very moment this enlightenment arose, another strange change occurred.

The four divine powers simultaneously emitted a clear, melodious sword cry, and the moonlight shone brightly on their blades. At the same time, the waterfall of moonlight cascading down from the sky suddenly became even more turbulent, pouring in even more Yin essence.

"A favorable wind lends its strength, sending me soaring to the heavens..."

In the darkness, it seemed as if ancient Taoist voices were echoing in my ears.

After Bai Fengxian gathered all four supernatural powers, her Wind Mother Dharma Form finally entered the realm of time, as if it had undergone a qualitative change, becoming incomparably light and transparent.

The moonlight, like a ladder, descends from the heavens; a gentle breeze carries the spirit, lifting it step by step up the moonlit staircase.

Her mind soared higher and higher, gradually detaching itself from the quiet room, from Tingzhu Pavilion, from the Lu family ancestral home, and from the earth.

She passed through the clouds, which lay beneath her like cotton wool; she swept past the stars, which twinkled and shimmered around her. With the wind aiding her divine journey and the moon illuminating her path, her spirit soared upwards at an incredible speed.

First Heaven, Second Heaven, Third Heaven...

But her mind was not at ease, and guided by the moonlight, she soared straight up to the ninth heaven.

Finally, after passing through the ninth heaven, the view before us suddenly opened up.

It was a magnificent and spectacular sight that defies description.

Above the Nine Heavens, six enormous celestial palaces, like six pillars, support an even more vast and sacred celestial realm.

The six great celestial heavens—Great Crimson Heaven, Jade Void Heaven, Sumeru Heaven, Azure Heaven, Blue Heaven, and Yellow Heaven—each occupy a region, like six giant pillars supporting the sky, together lifting up the central heavenly court.

Looking out, one sees ethereal clouds, radiant sunsets, and auspicious wisps of light.

Countless palaces and pavilions float above the sea of ​​clouds, with golden tiles and jade steps, carved beams and painted rafters. Each building is exquisitely beautiful, yet it exudes an ancient and weathered atmosphere.

There is a white jade bridge spanning the Milky Way, its body crystal clear, with the starry river sparkling beneath it; there is a lush peach orchard, with plump peaches on the branches, emitting an enticing fragrance; there is a shimmering Jade Pool, with lotus flowers blooming in the pool, each flower as large as a cartwheel, radiating light and color.

Heavenly soldiers and generals, clad in golden armor and wielding divine weapons, patrolled in formation along the cloud path, their steps perfectly synchronized, their aura of solemnity soaring to the heavens; celestial maidens and warriors, some carrying celestial flowers, others shouldering jade liquid, moved between palaces and halls, their robes fluttering, their ethereal figures graceful and otherworldly.

Further away, the phantoms of thirty-six palaces and seventy-two halls appeared and disappeared, each palace representing some kind of authority of the Heavenly Court, exuding a vast and majestic aura.

The wisp of wind that Bai Fengxian's mind transformed into, guided by the moonlight, was like a swallow returning to its nest, passing through layers of clouds and over celestial palaces, finally drifting towards a relatively remote palace deep within the Heavenly Court, a palace with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

The palace was entirely blue-green, constructed from an unknown type of celestial jade, with eaves resembling birds spreading their wings and pillars carved with countless wind patterns.

Above the main gate of the palace hangs a plaque with three ancient celestial seal characters written on it: Feng Hou Palace.

Each character is composed of countless intricately detailed incantations. These incantations are not static, but rather flow slowly, evolving into the myriad forms of the wind: the whispering of spring breezes, the howling of summer winds, the bleakness of autumn winds, the biting of winter winds… Unlike other bustling celestial palaces, the Wind Queen's Palace is deathly silent. The palace gates are tightly shut, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the steps, as if no one has set foot here for countless years.

But the moment the wisp of wind, transformed from Bai Fengxian's soul, drifted down to the palace gate under the moonlight...

"Om..."

The three immortal seal characters on the plaque of Feng Hou Palace suddenly lit up at the same time.

Azure light burst forth from each incantation, first like fireflies, then like starlight, and finally transformed into a radiant glow that soared into the sky!

The ancient palace, silent for countless years, seemed to awaken a sleeping ancient god or demon, slowly reviving from its deepest dream by a familiar aura.

The palace gates opened silently, revealing a sea of ​​blue-green light behind them.

Within the sea of ​​light, twenty-four towering wind pillars slowly rotated, each corresponding to a seasonal wind phase, perfectly echoing Bai Fengxian's "Twenty-Four Phases of the Wind Mother Blade".

The moment Bai Fengxian's mind entered the Fenghou Palace, the entire palace erupted with an earth-shattering phenomenon.

The azure glow transformed into twenty-four pillars of light that pierced through the palace rooftops and soared into the heavens, illuminating the sea of ​​clouds above the celestial court with a vibrant azure hue.

The moonlight, like a waterfall, cascaded down from the moon and blended with the rosy clouds, creating a magnificent spectacle in the Feng Hou Palace of the seasons and the changing of the twenty-four solar terms.

Spring breezes and drizzle, summer thunder and lightning, autumn frost and dew, winter snow and snow... all kinds of seasonal weather phenomena appear simultaneously inside and outside the palace, blending together yet clearly distinct, forming a breathtaking picture of time.

Such a spectacular phenomenon immediately attracted the attention of all the immortals, Buddhas, and deities in the Heavenly Court.

The palace closest to Feng Hou Palace is a majestic mansion surrounded by thunder.

The mansion covers a vast area, and the palace complex is built with thunder jade. The eaves are upturned like the wings of an eagle, and thunder patterns are naturally formed on every tile.

The main gate of the mansion is nine zhang high, with a huge plaque hanging above the gate, bearing five large characters written in bold, iron-like strokes and shimmering with lightning: "General Lei Gong's Mansion".

This place is inhabited by the righteous god of the Heavenly Court, the Thunder God General of the Nine Heavens, who is in charge of heavenly thunder punishments and patrols the three realms to hunt down demons and evil spirits. He is also the "Thunder God" in the folk legends of the human world.

At this moment, deep within the General's Mansion, in a palace entirely formed from purple lightning, the divine general slowly opened his eyes.

General Lei Gong was twelve feet tall, with a physique as imposing as a mountain. He wore a deep purple beast-devouring chainmail armor, the surface of which was naturally covered with fine thunder patterns, each line of which was filled with flowing electric light.

His face was as blue as indigo, and his eyes were like copper bells, with lightning flashing from them from time to time; his hair was as red as flames, standing up, as if he were always in the midst of thunder; he had three eyes on his forehead, the middle vertical eye was tightly closed, but purple lightning could be faintly seen through the eyelids.

Most striking were the pair of wings that spread out behind him, which were wind and thunder wings formed entirely from purplish-blue lightning. The wings were wide, each wing bone was made of thick arcs of lightning, and the wing membrane was a fine electric net. With a gentle flap, a deep thunderous sound would resound throughout the palace.

The Thunder God sat on his throne, holding a purple-gold hammer in his left hand. The hammerhead was the size of a washbasin, and its surface was covered with spikes, each of which flashed with dangerous arcs of electricity. His right hand was clenched, and a deep purple cone floated in his palm. The cone was slender, and its tip was so sharp that it seemed to be able to pierce through the void.

These are the legendary weapons that made General Lei Gong famous: the Thunder Hammer and the Lightning Chisel.

Around the throne stood eight lightning pillars, each with a lightning dragon coiled around it. The dragons bared their fangs and claws, their eyes flashing with lightning, and their whiskers swaying, creating tiny sparks of electricity.

On the palace grounds, a naturally formed thunder pool exists. The pool is not filled with water, but with liquid purple lightning. From time to time, lightning snakes leap from the pool and explode in the air into dazzling sparks.

This is General Jiutian Leigong, one of the righteous gods of the Thunder Department of the Heavenly Court, with great power and overwhelming combat strength.

Just as the rosy clouds shot into the sky from Feng Hou Palace, General Lei Gong seemed to sense something and opened all three of his eyes at the same time!

The central vertical eye opened wide, revealing a pupil entirely composed of purple lightning. Deep within the pupil, the scene of the Feng Hou Palace three thousand miles away was reflected: azure clouds stretching for thousands of miles, the twenty-four solar term wind pillars rotating, and the moonlight of the moon like a waterfall...

"This is..." General Lei was stunned at first, then his face lit up with joy. "The Feng Hou Palace is stirring. After being silent for three thousand six hundred years, someone has finally activated the inheritance of the Feng Hou Palace. A new Feng Hou is about to take over!"

He suddenly stood up, and with a "whoosh," the Wind and Thunder Wings on his back fully unfolded, with a wingspan of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and the sound of thunder echoed throughout the entire palace.

"Excellent! Excellent! This is wonderful!" General Lei laughed loudly, his laughter like rolling thunder, making the palace beams and pillars hum. "The position of Feng Hou has been vacant for too long, and now it will finally have its rightful owner!"

His eyes blazed with lightning as he stared in the direction of Feng Hou Palace, his gaze seemingly piercing through the void to see the woman stepping into the palace.

"The wind goddess and the thunder god are one; this person is destined to be my wife."

At this point, General Lei Gong revealed a determined expression on his face, his voice booming like a bell.

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped off the throne.

This step, though seemingly simple, is infinitely mysterious.

When his feet touched the ground, he wasn't inside the palace, but appeared directly on the cloud path outside General Lei Gong's mansion. Shrinking the earth to an inch, making the ends of the earth seem near—this was a manifestation of a true immortal's mastery of the void through supernatural powers.

General Lei Gong stood on the cloud road and turned back to shout to the mansion: "All generals of the Thunder Department, listen to my command! Gather three thousand thunder soldiers, prepare the thunder chariot and ceremonial guards, and follow me to the Feng Hou Palace to welcome the bride!"

A resounding response came from within the palace, followed by the beating of war drums and the blaring of horns. Countless thunder soldiers and generals poured out from various halls and quickly assembled.

General Lei himself, unable to wait for the ceremonial guards to be fully prepared, suddenly flapped his wind and thunder wings...

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar of thunder, he transformed into a streak of purple lightning, tearing through the void and hurtling towards the nearby Feng Hou Palace at a speed beyond comprehension.

Wherever the lightning passed, the sea of ​​clouds churned, and thunder roared. Countless immortals, Buddhas, and saints in the Heavenly Court turned their heads in astonishment.

"It's General Lei Gong!"

"Where is he going in such a hurry?"

"Judging by the direction... is that the Feng Hou Palace?"

"A new master has been born in the Fenghou Palace. No wonder he was in such a hurry. Let's go see!"

In an instant, celestial light rose everywhere in the Heavenly Court, and figures, some riding clouds, some on horseback, and some on magical artifacts, all rushed towards the direction of Feng Hou Palace.

At this very moment, within the Fenghou Palace, Bai Fengxian's wisp of consciousness gradually merged with the authority of the Fenghou Palace, and then her consciousness gradually manifested the true form of the Taiyin Fengmu Yuanjun.

Deep within the palace, a blurry, illusory figure of a deity slowly emerged.

The divine being, dressed in a twelve-layered flowing cloud-patterned fairy dress, stood barefoot on a twenty-four-petaled azure lotus platform. His face was shrouded in a hazy glow, with only his pair of bright moon-like eyes clearly visible.

It is the image of the ancient wind god in the "True Form Diagram of Taiyin Wind Mother Yuanjun".

At this moment, the deity slowly opened his bright moon-like eyes.

His eyes were clear and bright, reflecting the heavens. (End of Chapter)