Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

The Golden Crow is able to manipulate time, and it is especially sensitive to things closely related to itself, so it naturally discovered Bai Qian's crisis immediately.

"That old dragon is truly a persistent ghost; it deserves to die!"

Wu Tian felt somewhat irritated. In fact, he was increasingly hoping for a long period of seclusion to use the system panel to maximize his strength.

Once he emerges from seclusion, he will be invincible.

It's a real nuisance that people keep coming to my door these days.

"Let's send the Golden Crow's clone down to the mortal realm!"

Wu Tian, ​​in his Jade Claw Flood Dragon form, shook his dragon body, stirring up waves in the Milky Way. "Although the Golden Crow clone is unlikely to be a match for the East Sea Dragon King, it can work in conjunction with the Wind Mother's Dharma Form to seal the fire and should be able to barely hold off the East Sea Dragon King."

"At the very least, it can protect Bai Qian..."

Just as the Golden Crow's Dharma form was bursting with dazzling flames and preparing to rush into the lower realm, Wu Tian's expression suddenly froze, and a strange look appeared on his face. Then, the Golden Crow clone stopped moving.

……

Ten Thousand Mountains, the Palace of Immortality.

Seeing that the Dragon King of the East Sea had already stormed into the Hundred Thousand Mountains, but Bai Qian remained unmoved and insisted on staying, Bai Yaochen couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Fine, fine, since you insist, Mother."

"It seems this is my fate..."

He looked at Bai Qian, a slight smile appearing on his ferocious dog head, and then said in a gentle tone, "Mother, don't worry, leave everything to me. I have a way to deal with this old dragon."

Bai Qian frowned upon hearing this and said, "Don't be ridiculous, leave right now..."

Bai Yaochen shook his head slightly and didn't say anything more.

He had inherited almost all of his father's resources and supernatural powers, except for the seed of the Heavenly Eye. However, in the past few years, through his own cultivation, as well as the bloodline of the Sun-Devouring Heavenly Dog and his father's memories, he has re-cultivated the Heavenly Eye.

However, this newly cultivated Heavenly Eye is not as terrifying as the one that his father cultivated back then.

His Heavenly Eye, which he cultivated, could only glimpse the future to a certain extent.

Originally, he wanted to settle down for a while longer, and then use the Heavenly Eye as the core to integrate all his power and break through to the Demon Saint in one fell swoop. With his foundation, he would definitely be able to directly place Jiang Xingchen in the Azure Heaven and cultivate into a Star God.

But now, his mother's insistence and the actions of the Dragon King of the East Sea have left him with little time.

What Bai Yaochen wanted to do was not to break through to the Demon Saint level now, as that would not be very meaningful. Not to mention the enemies and crises that might be attracted during the breakthrough process, even if he did break through, he would not be able to stop the East Sea Dragon King.

Therefore, what he needs to do is to sacrifice his own magic power and supernatural abilities to borrow another five hundred years from heaven, overdrafting future time so that his combat power can reach an unprecedented peak.

"Given my current abilities, what kind of supernatural powers will I possess five hundred years from now?"

Thinking of this, Bai Yaochen smiled.

Although this overdraft of the next five hundred years will come at an extremely heavy price, it will all be worth it for my mother.

He never wanted to hide under his parents' protection like before, watching helplessly as everything happened.

and so……

"Mother, let me protect you this time!"

Bai Yaochen turned around and glanced at Bai Qian again. The look in his eyes made Bai Qian feel uneasy.

She instinctively said, "Chen'er, don't do anything reckless!"

At this moment, outside the Immortal Palace, the celestial phenomena had completely changed.

The sky was completely shrouded in thick, leaden-gray clouds, within which lightning bolts danced wildly, and thunder rumbled like the panting of an ancient behemoth.

The fifty-mile-wide river, like a roaring, turbid yellow dragon, swept through mountains, tore apart the earth, and carried trees, rocks, and the remains of countless creatures that could not escape, rushing towards the mountain range where the Undying Palace was located.

The humidity was so thick it was suffocating, and the air was filled with the smell of mud and death.

At the crest of the waves, the thousand-foot-tall dragon body of Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, was faintly visible, its golden scales still reflecting a cold metallic luster in the dim light.

Behind the Dragon King, 100,000 elite aquatic soldiers stood in formation. Shrimp soldiers and crab generals were fully armored and held water-splitting spikes and wave-slicing blades. Their fierce aura condensed into gray-black smoke, which merged with the dark clouds.

Bai Qian turned around abruptly, her brows furrowed with urgency and sternness as she gazed at the scene in the distance: "Chen'er, now is not the time to be stubborn."

"The Dragon King of the East Sea is a peak immortal, with numerous true dragons under his command and a naval force of 100,000 formed into battle formation... You must leave immediately and seek protection from your sect! This is your mother's order."

Bai Yaochen shook his head slightly, his gaze passing over his mother and looking towards the ever-approaching raging torrent and the dragon shadow that blotted out the sky outside the palace.

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve: "Mother, leave everything else to me."

Bai Qian's heart tightened, and that feeling of unease grew stronger.

She knew her son well. Although he was a bit eccentric and simple-minded, he inherited his father's pride and stubbornness. Once he made up his mind, not even nine oxen could pull him back.

But how could this situation be solved simply by "having a way"? That was the Dragon King of the East Sea, who had arrived with an army of 100,000.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Bai Qian's voice trembled unusually. She stepped forward, trying to grab her son's arm. "Leave right now! Go to the Central Plains, go to Taiqing Temple, go anywhere! As long as you live..."

Her words stopped abruptly.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light shone from Bai Yaochen's body. Deep within his brow, the halo formed by countless densely packed runes in his eyes spun rapidly, as if transforming into two vortexes.

The All-Seeing Eye is currently operating at an unprecedented intensity.

"I, Bai Yaochen, wish to borrow another five hundred years from Heaven today."

Bai Yaochen chanted softly, his voice ethereal and ancient, as if it were not him speaking, but rather awakening some dormant ancient power.

"Buzz!"

A pure, condensed golden pillar of light, seemingly capable of connecting all the heavens and myriad realms, shot into the sky from Bai Yaochen's crown chakra.

The beam of light ignored the dome of the Undying Palace, ignored the dark clouds and thunder outside, and pierced straight into the endless, distant depths of the sky.

Within the pillar of light, countless intricate and complex golden runes were constantly changing and evolving, each rune containing the essence of time.

In the dim light, a vast, boundless, ever-flowing river that stretched through the past, present, and future appeared for a fleeting moment around the pillar of light.

The river water is murky, its waves reflecting the birth and death of countless worlds, the joys and sorrows of all living beings, and the rise and fall of immortals and gods. The long river of time!

Although it was only an extremely brief and blurry projection, the moment it appeared, the flow of time in the entire Undying Palace seemed to slow down.

The dust that fell inside the palace lingered in the air, the raindrops that splashed outside the window hovered like a beaded curtain, and even Bai Qian's hesitant lips seemed to freeze for a moment.

Bai Yaochen's face turned pale at a visible speed, and his aura rapidly weakened, but the golden halo in his eyes spun to its limit, and his two eyes exploded with a bang, with scarlet blood flowing from his eye sockets.

"With my current foundation, and the inheritance from my father and the tempering of the Taiqing Daoist methods... how far can I go in five hundred years?"

The thought flashed through Bai Yaochen's mind, carrying a hint of anticipation, but more so a sense of unwavering resolve.

He never wanted to hide under his father's protection again, only able to watch helplessly as everything happened.

"Mother, this time... let me protect you!"

Bai Yaochen turned around and glanced at Bai Qian.

That look made Bai Qian's heart feel as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, aching and bitter, and an ominous premonition overwhelmed her like a cold tide.

"Chen'er, don't do anything reckless!"

Bai Qian cried out in alarm, trying to rush over, but the pervasive power of time slowed her down, as if she were stuck in a quagmire.

Bai Yaochen's consciousness, following the golden pillar of light, was completely immersed in the darkness, frantically tracing back to the future.

One hundred years... two hundred years... three hundred years...

He saw countless blurry fragments of images flash by: himself fighting on an ancient battlefield, his aura fierce; himself comprehending the Dao in the starry sky, with stars rising and falling behind him; himself confronting powerful beings, his presence overwhelming; himself sitting alone in a palace, overlooking the three realms...

Finally, at a certain point in time, his gaze collided with another incomparably powerful, familiar, and weathered will.

It was an endless starry sky, where a colossal star, purple in color, incomparably noble, and imbued with the aura of endless warfare and imperial power, floated in the center of the sky, its light illuminating the surrounding billions of miles of star fields, as if it were one of the centers of heaven and earth.

Above the stars, there stands a magnificent and ancient palace with a plaque inscribed with the words "Gouchen Palace".

Deep within the palace, on the throne, a man dressed in a purple imperial robe, wearing a star-studded crown, whose face bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Bai Yaochen but was more mature and dignified, suddenly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, there was also a golden halo spinning, but that halo was much deeper and more vast, as if it could directly reflect the trajectory of the birth and death of the universe.

He is Bai Yaochen, five hundred years in the future.

He has completely refined his natal inner core and the Great Dao into Gouchen Star, lifting and illuminating the star in the deepest part of the Ninth Heaven. He has become Gouchen Star Lord, who is conferred by the Heavenly Court and whose power covers military affairs and the demon race. He is one of the very few people who truly stand at the very peak below the threshold of the Golden Immortal. He is revered as the Great Sage of the Demon Race and his power shakes the Three Realms.

At this moment, through that connection that went against the current, the future Gouchen Star Lord saw himself five hundred years ago, burning his Heavenly Eye in the Undying Palace of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

A brief silence.

Then, the future Gouchen Star Lord revealed an extremely complex expression. That expression contained realization, reminiscence, and emotion, finally turning into a sigh that was neither a cry nor a laugh.

"I see...I see..."

He murmured to himself, his voice echoing clearly through the passage of time in Bai Yaochen's heart in the past, and also seemed to penetrate time to gently resonate in the Undying Palace in the present.

"I have cultivated diligently for five hundred years, enduring countless tribulations, and finally reached the Gouchen Realm, where stars shine upon the nine heavens. However, I am still only one step away from the realm of becoming a great Daoist and being indestructible through countless tribulations, yet it remains an insurmountable chasm."

"I have searched for all methods and deduced a thousand ways, yet I still cannot understand where the key lies, or where the mental obstacles arise..."

His gaze became distant and profound, as if he had seen through the trajectory of some destiny.

"Only today do I realize that my body... has no future at all. In the end, I will return to the past, settle my karma, and then completely disappear."

"Since there is no real existence of the 'future,' how can we talk about 'breaking through the barriers of the future'? Everything is predetermined. How wonderful! How wonderful!"

These words were full of profound meaning, which Bai Yaochen could not fully understand in the past, but he could feel the deep helplessness and relief in them.

The future Star Lord Gouchen suddenly raised his head and burst into laughter, the sound echoing throughout the entire Gouchen Palace, even causing the starlight outside to sway: "Hahaha! Good news! This is great news!"

"For me, this is not the end, but liberation, and fulfillment."

"On this journey, I will break free of my shackles and see my true self! Furthermore... I can change the past, settle all karmic grievances, and resolve the hidden troubles and problems for my father."

"To allow him to have a long period of true peace and undisturbed time, to focus on his cultivation and accumulate strength..."

Gouchen Xingjun's laughter gradually subsided, and his expression became sharp as a celestial blade, as if capable of severing all obstacles: "Only in this way can Father truly escape that calamity-filled future trajectory."

As soon as he finished speaking, the future Star Lord Gouchen suddenly stood up!

"boom!"

An indescribable, overwhelming aura erupted from him.

The entire Gouchen Star shone brightly, and the imperial aura of Ziwei, mixed with the intent of war and slaughter, soared into the sky, transforming into a dazzling pillar of light with a diameter of ten thousand miles, reaching the nine heavens above and illuminating the nine netherworlds below.

At this moment, the Heavenly Court trembled, the Nine Netherworlds turned their attention, and all the keen-sense immortals and gods within the Three Realms turned their gazes toward the location of Gouchen Star.

As Gouchen Xingjun stepped out of Gouchen Palace, his figure grew taller in the wind. In an instant, a majestic Dharma image, a thousand feet tall, wearing imperial robes and a crown, surrounded by the illusory images of stars, and holding a Gouchen Heavenly Sword condensed from starlight, appeared in the starry sky.

His appearance was clear, exactly like Bai Yaochen, exuding boundless majesty, with a starry sky seemingly rising and falling between his eyes.

"Then I will go against the tide today, return to the past five hundred years, and defy fate!" The future Gouchen Star Lord's voice boomed like a divine decree.

At the same time, he rode the Gouchen Dharma Image, which was powerful enough to shake the starry sea, and took a step forward, directly crashing into the River of Time that had briefly manifested due to Bai Yaochen's use of supernatural powers in the past.

"Splash!"

The river of time surges with towering waves, and every drop of that wave represents a piece of history, containing the imprint of countless lives, the laws of the world, and the weight of the era.

How difficult it is to go against the current and return to a specific point in time five hundred years ago! This is a direct challenge to time, to cause and effect, and to the great principles of heaven and earth!
Gouchen's Dharma form erupted with boundless starlight, fiercely clashing with the waves of the River of Time.

Various unusual phenomena appeared around the Dharma image.

There are ancient battles between gods and demons, the rise and fall of dynasties, the fall of immortals and gods, and the ignition and extinguishing of the flames of civilization...

These are all imprints of time manifested by the disturbance of the Dharma Image's power. The Dharma Image itself is also becoming dim and illusory at a visible speed, as if it could be washed away, assimilated, and annihilated by the endless power of time at any moment.

Five hundred years seems an incredibly long time in the flow of time. (End of Chapter)