Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Everyone was stunned by the swift and decisive attack.

From the moment Wu Tian spoke to General Huang Long's crushing defeat and fall to the ground, only a blink of an eye had passed. The Crown Prince's strength was truly terrifying.

Although General Huanglong was the weakest of the three generals, he was by no means an ordinary person, yet he was defeated so quickly.
General Shenkun was taken aback at first, then his eyes flashed with intense fighting spirit, and he laughed loudly, "Good, good technique, good divine power."

"Your Highness, I'm itching to try it out! Let me see what you've got!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, the chilling three-pronged steel fork already in his hand, ready to be used.

Wu Tian withdrew the golden cudgel that had been pointing at General Huanglong, turned to face Shenkun, and smiled, "General Shenkun is interested, so I will gladly oblige. Please feel free to do as you please."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!" The Divine Kun General was straightforward and didn't waste any words. With a low roar, his body suddenly swelled up a bit, and with a flap of his wings, he moved with incredible speed, charging straight towards Wu Tian.

The steel fork in his hand conjured countless fork shadows, each carrying a bone-chilling cold current and the immense force to tear apart the sea, attacking Wu Tian from all directions.

His fighting style was completely different from that of General Huanglong, being wilder and more direct. His Taoist skills and supernatural powers were also superior, and the steel fork was clearly a rare treasure with the ability to stabilize the sea and divide the waves.

Wu Tian's expression turned slightly serious as he wielded his Ruyi Jingu Bang with wide, sweeping movements, using brute force to overcome brute force. The shadows of the staff and the fork collided fiercely, producing a series of explosions. Cold currents and golden light intertwined, causing the surrounding restrictive spells to flicker repeatedly.

The Divine Kun General grew stronger with each battle, sometimes swooping down from the sky, sometimes fighting close to the ground. His wings granted him unparalleled speed and agility, and his steel fork attacks were like a raging storm.

However, Wu Tian's golden cudgel was like a stabilizing needle in the sea, unmoved by the fierce winds and high waves.

Each strike precisely blocked or deflected the steel fork, and the heavy, sea-stabilizing, magic-breaking power was continuously transmitted through the steel fork, causing the Divine Kun General's blood and qi to surge, making him feel increasingly restricted, as if the surrounding void had become viscous and heavy, hindering his movements.

After nearly a hundred rounds of fierce fighting, Wu Tian discerned the pattern in the divine Kun General's operation of his magical power and the resonance between his own magic power and the heavens and earth. He suddenly accelerated his golden cudgel and delivered a simple and concise straight thrust, striking the steel fork.

"Buzz!"

Shenkun General felt an overwhelming force coming from him, and the steel fork almost slipped from his hand. He was also shaken and staggered back more than ten steps before he could barely stand up. He felt a tightness in his chest.

He shook his head decisively, slammed the steel fork on the ground, and laughed loudly, "I'm not fighting anymore, Your Highness is indeed powerful. I, Old Kun, am convinced."

"Your staff is not only powerful and heavy, but it also has a terrifying Daoist aura. It shattered my supernatural powers. It's truly amazing."

"That was great, haha, that was great!" Although he was defeated, he was not discouraged at all; on the contrary, he seemed very excited.

Wu Tian put away his staff, cupped his hands and smiled, "General Shenkun, you flatter me. Your strength is astonishing and your speed is unparalleled. I was just lucky."

At this moment, Wu Tian turned his gaze to Li Xuanba, the Dragon Turtle, who had been silently watching the battle from below the stage, and asked with a smile, "General Li, would you like to come up and stretch your muscles?"

Li Xuanba quickly cupped his hands, his expression respectful, "Your Highness the Crown Prince possesses boundless supernatural powers; this humble general is no match for you and dares not make a fool of himself."

His tone was sincere, but Wu Tian could vaguely sense that the old dragon turtle's aura was as deep as the ocean and terrifyingly calm. Its true strength was probably far more than what it appeared to be, and it might even be no weaker than a god.

Since he was unwilling to take action, Wu Tian did not force him.

"In that case," Wu Tian's gaze swept over General Huanglong, who was struggling to get up on the stage, his face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with resentment and fear, and his tone turned indifferent, "General Huanglong, I knew what I was doing when I made my move. You only have fractured arms and your internal organs are slightly shaken. With your cultivation and the physique of the dragon race, you can recover in an hour."

He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold, carrying an unquestionable commanding tone: "One hour from now, I want to see you, fully dressed, holding a halberd, standing guard outside the Golden Dragon Palace of this palace."

"I will be in seclusion for the next few days to prepare for the upcoming Jade Pool Immortal Gathering. I'm afraid this banquet will be anything but pleasant."

"General Huanglong is utterly loyal to me, so you will be my protector. Do you understand?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback.

Should General Huanglong be sent to guard the palace gate?
This...this is blatant humiliation!

Even the seemingly simple-minded Divine Kun General is an ancient being who has lived for over a thousand years. He is deep in thought and not as simple as he appears on the surface.

Everyone had long seen through General Huanglong's feelings for Princess Yuqiong, and now His Highness the Crown Prince's arrangement was not only a killing but also a blow to her spirit.

Upon hearing the order, General Huanglong's eyes widened in disbelief, his face turning a deep purplish-red, and his body trembled violently.

Guarding the palace gates? What does that mean?
He instantly understood the other party's malicious intentions.

The thought that he might have to hear the sounds of his beloved and his enemy making love inside the palace made him feel dizzy and wish he could just faint.

That damned beast Wu Tian, ​​does he expect me to stand outside the door and listen to him enjoy his sweetheart?!

Damn it, damn it, absolutely damn it!

"puff--!"

Overwhelmed by rage, General Huanglong spat out another mouthful of blood. Pointing at Wu Tian, ​​his finger trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word. His eyes were filled with endless resentment and humiliation.

Wu Tian stopped looking at him. He had no intention of holding himself back. If others could see through him, so be it.

He wanted everyone in the Divine Dragon Palace to know that he was a vengeful and ruthless person.

Upon arriving here, I don't expect them to be completely convinced, but I must establish my authority. No matter what their ulterior motives are, as long as they have reverence and work honestly, that will suffice.

Wu Tian acted as if he had dealt with a trivial matter. He turned around and came to Mo Yuqiong's side, took her hand very naturally, and said softly, "Qiong'er, let's go back."

Although Mo Yuqiong felt that this arrangement was too humiliating for General Huanglong, she was now someone else's wife and could not speak at this time. So she just hummed softly and obediently let him lead her away.

The deathly pale-faced General Huanglong was left behind, along with a group of spectators with varying expressions.

……

In the following days, Wu Tian indeed stayed in the Golden Dragon Palace and rarely went out.

During the day, he devoted the vast majority of his thoughts and energy to spiritual practice.

After obtaining the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl left behind by the Dragon King of the East Sea, he continuously refined it through the system panel, and his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds.

The sixteenth level of "The True Method of the Illustrated Treasures of Dinghai" has been gradually completed, and now we are working on opening up the blessed land of Fangcun Mountain.

As for the trivial matters of the Divine Dragon Palace, he left them all to Princess Yuqiong to handle.

Mo Yuqiong is no mere pretty face. She cultivates the Dragon Clan's inherited Daoist scripture, the "Motian Yin Yang Shenxiao Dao Scripture," and follows the orthodox path of creating blessed lands and grottoes. The blessed land she created is named Motian Ridge.

After opening up Motianling, it not only possesses unparalleled strength, but can also cultivate unique supernatural powers from the principles of Yin and Yang.

Because everyone's foundation is different, the supernatural powers that are ultimately born are also different. Some can give birth to the Yin-Yang Banana Leaf Fan, some to the Divine Firmament Thunder Technique, and others to sword supernatural powers, and so on.

This Daoist scripture is extremely ancient, said to have been created by a powerful being in ancient times. Not only dragons can cultivate it, but other demons and humans can also do so. However, this method is now only passed down within the dragon race, and very few cultivators outside the dragon realm can obtain it.

Mo Yuqiong's physique is extremely compatible with this inheritance, and she has cultivated the divine power of the Yin-Yang Banana Leaf Fan. She is now at the peak of the Loose Immortal realm and is only one step away from opening up the Motianling Blessed Land.

Not to mention that she was raised by the Dragon King and Dragon Queen from a young age, and was well-versed in Taoist scriptures, so she had a good understanding of the Three Realms and the methods of power struggles.

Now, she manages everything in the Divine Dragon Palace in an orderly manner, without the slightest mistake.

With such a virtuous wife, Wu Tian can naturally focus on his cultivation.

At night, the boudoir is warm and cozy, and the red quilt is turned over in waves.

Mo Yuqiong was experiencing love for the first time, and it was with her beloved, so she was naturally very gentle and affectionate.

Outside the palace gate, General Huanglong, clad in armor and holding a long halberd, stood motionless and expressionless like a guard.

But his eyes were bloodshot.

Although Wu Tian didn't actually let him hear the sounds coming from inside the hall—after all, that would be a reward for him, how could he allow outsiders to hear the charming voice of his own woman?

However, General Huanglong naturally knew what would happen inside. Every night, jealousy, humiliation, and hatred would gnaw at his soul like venomous snakes, driving him almost mad.

Everyone in the Divine Dragon Palace knew the truth of the matter, yet no one dared to utter a single word. His Highness the Crown Prince had both the strength and the methods to defeat the two great generals, Fu Hai, Huang Long, and Shen Kun.

With the Dragon King of the West Sea as his backer, who would dare offend him?!

General Huanglong serves as a cautionary tale.

Deep within the Golden Dragon Palace, while Wu Tian was enjoying the comforts of a gentle embrace, his cultivation had reached a crucial moment.

A tremendous change is taking place deep within his mind, between his brows.

The image of the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) stands majestically in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness. Countless dense and profound golden mantras flow from the staff, pouring down like a waterfall, and autonomously arranging, combining, and intertwining, as if enacting the ultimate truth of creation.

These incantations contain the fundamental principles expounded in "The True Method of the Divine Treasures of Stabilizing the Sea", such as "stabilizing the sea", "suppressing the sea", "controlling water", "power", "breaking the law", "firmness" and so on.

They seemed to come alive, connecting and extending in the sea of ​​consciousness, gradually constructing the outline of mountains and rivers, the texture of the earth, and the framework of space.

A miniature immortal mountain, yet imbued with boundless Daoist wisdom, began to slowly and steadily take shape in Wu Tian's sea of ​​consciousness.

That immortal mountain is not a real place, but a blessed land constructed purely by supernatural incantations, Wu Tian's own Dharma form, his understanding of the laws of heaven and earth, and the blood essence provided by the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl.

This refers to the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain Blessed Land that one must open up after cultivating the "Dinghai Shenzhen Tujie Zhenfa" to the sixteenth level.

Although this mountain appears to exist only in the space between the eyebrows and is only the size of a palm, it secretly embodies the wondrous creation of containing Mount Sumeru within a mustard seed.

It was established based on the image of the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff), and can be said to be the manifestation of his practice center and a symbol of his further advancement in cultivation.

Once this blessed land is fully formed, it will have endless uses. Not only can it gather living beings to live and cultivate within it, nourished by the essence and Daoist charm of the blessed land, but it can also manifest externally, using the weight of the immortal mountain and the power of the calming sea to suppress powerful enemies, just like bringing an immortal mountain to smash someone.

It can also bless oneself, as if one has a sacred space with them at all times. Wu Tian's magical power recovery and supernatural power will be greatly enhanced, as if fighting on home ground.

In the future, as cultivation levels increase and blessed lands expand, even more mysteries may evolve.

As Wu Tian's mind was completely immersed in the process of creating this blessed land, his perception of the passage of time in the outside world became blurred.

The power of the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl was continuously drawn out and transformed, merging into the gradually becoming clearer celestial mountain. Every moment, countless incantations were created, destroyed, and recombined, perfecting the details of the blessed land.

Inside the palace, he held the exhausted Mo Yuqiong as she slept, his magical power surging like a mighty river, a faint golden light swirling between his brows, his aura growing ever deeper and more expansive.

At dawn the next day.

Within Wu Tian's brow and sea of ​​consciousness, the immortal mountain woven from endless incantations trembled violently, radiating boundless brilliance.

The mountain had become completely solidified, no longer illusory, but it was bare, without any rocks or vegetation. However, a simple yet Taoist-style cave dwelling appeared in the mountain.

There is a stone tablet in front of the cave entrance, which reads "Lingtai Fangcun Mountain".

The moment the blessed land took shape—

"Buzz!"

A tremendous wave suddenly spread out from Wu Tian as the center.

"boom!"

A golden light shone from between Wu Tian's eyebrows, ignoring all obstacles, soaring into the sky from the underwater Dragon Palace, breaking through thousands of miles of seawater, and rushing straight to the Ninth Heaven.

As the golden light passed, the seawater parted automatically, startling countless marine creatures who looked around in fear. Many powerful beings in the Western Sea, whether cultivating or slumbering, sensed this and looked towards the direction of the Divine Dragon Palace with suspicion and uncertainty.

"Is this... someone creating a blessed land, with light soaring into the heavens, or the birth of a rare treasure?"

"The aura comes from the Dragon Palace... Is it the newly appointed Seventh Prince of the Dragon Palace?"

"Such pure and profound Daoist aura, but that Seventh Prince has only just established this blessed land? How is that possible?"

"When he killed Fu Hai, wasn't he still a True Immortal? When did the Dragon Palace produce such a figure?"

Inside the Divine Dragon Palace, the dragon turtle Li Xuanba suddenly opened his eyes, looking towards the direction of the Golden Dragon Hall. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he murmured, "The blessed land has just opened, and the Daoist aura is soaring to the sky... This Crown Prince is truly surprising time and time again."

For the first time, a look of shock appeared on his usually composed face.

If Wu Tian were to kill Fu Hai with the body of a True Immortal, it would not be much of a deal. However, if he were to use his cultivation as a Loose Immortal to defy the heavens and kill Fu Hai, then his combat power and talent would be extremely terrifying.

Now that he has broken through to a higher level, his strength will likely be even more terrifying.

General Shenkun was also awakened from his deep sleep, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Golden Dragon Palace, and he was filled with horror.

Everyone understood the significance behind Wu Tian's breakthrough to True Immortal.

Outside the Golden Dragon Palace, General Huanglong, who had stood like a stone sculpture for four days and four nights, was struck by the magnificent and sacred golden light that was so close at hand. Due to his evil intentions, he naturally triggered a counterattack from the laws of heaven and earth.

With a "whoosh," he spat out another mouthful of blood, and the light in his eyes completely dimmed, leaving only a deathly gray.

"This... he's only just begun his breakthrough to True Immortal? How is that possible?" (End of Chapter)