Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

About half an hour later, the golden light inside the hall slowly faded.

Wu Tian slowly opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly reflecting the evolution of the world and the rise and fall of immortal mountains.

He gently exhaled a breath of stale air, and felt that the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) had reached a higher level of perfection.

At this moment, in his sea of ​​consciousness, the palm-sized Lingtai Fangcun Mountain stood tall, with the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) stuck on its peak, its light subdued.

The cave entrance in the mountains was tightly closed, and the stone tablet inscribed with the five ancient characters "Lingtai Fangcun Mountain" was filled with incantations, as if it were communicating with heaven and earth at all times.

In fact, this cave is the gateway through which Lingtai Fangcun Mountain communicates and merges with heaven and earth, existing between the real and the unreal.

Lingtai Fangcun Mountain is essentially a blessed land created by relying on the Three Realms. Since it relies on the Three Realms, it naturally merges with them. The place where the blessed land merges with the Three Realms is the cave that naturally evolved in the blessed land.

If one day this cave dwelling can be developed into a celestial realm, which can isolate the inside from the outside and prevent communication with the Three Realms to a certain extent, then that would be the realm of immortals.

As Wu Tian sensed the small yet infinitely potential spiritual platform between his brows, and the power of the Ruyi Jingu Bang, which was far stronger than before, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

The five-day period has ended, and tomorrow will be the day for the gathering of immortals at Yaochi.

This breakthrough was all perfectly timed.

The pale golden light between Wu Tian's brows slowly receded, and his aura gradually returned from vast and powerful to peaceful and balanced, like the ocean embracing all rivers, unfathomable.

He looked down at the beautiful woman still sleeping soundly in his arms.

Wu Tian's breakthrough was so loud that Mo Yuqiong had naturally been awakened long ago, but she didn't dare to move for fear of accidentally disturbing her man.

Seeing that all the strange phenomena had subsided, a look of surprise appeared on her face. She propped herself up and said, "Husband, your cultivation has broken through?"

As she moved, the brocade quilt slipped down, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders. Her dark hair was disheveled, with a few strands of long, azure hair playfully falling down her chest, making her skin appear even more radiant and jade-like.

Having received the rain and dew, the dragon maiden has shed her girlish naiveté. Her eyebrows and eyes are full of spring, and her eyes are naturally charming, like a crabapple blossom in its first bloom or a pond filled with moonlight.

Wu Tian's heart fluttered at the sight. He reached out and pulled her back into his arms, his warm palm resting on her smooth back. He chuckled softly, "Last night, I had a sudden enlightenment while cultivating with Qiong'er, and thus I broke through to the next level."

"Speaking of which, I have to thank Qiong'er!"

Mo Yuqiong's cheeks flushed red, and she playfully punched his chest, the force as light as a feather: "Husband, you're teasing me again... It's clearly your own hard work that has finally paid off, what does it have to do with me?"

She paused, her eyes filled with joy and pride, "But I really didn't expect that my husband was just a rogue immortal before, and now that he has broken through, his combat power will definitely increase dramatically."

"The grand gathering at Yaochi is just around the corner; this is truly a joyous occasion."

As she spoke, she propped herself up and sat up from Wu Tian's embrace. The morning light shone through the silk gauze curtains, casting a soft glow on her.

She reached for the neatly folded crown prince's robes on the bedside table and gently draped them over Wu Tian's shoulders. "Husband, it's getting late. Let me help you change!"

Wu Tian admired the beautiful woman with her bare skin in front of him, letting her change his clothes. He felt that the dragon girl, who had just become a wife, was charming and alluring in every move, and was truly breathtaking.

While straightening his clothes, Mo Yuqiong asked softly, "The reason Yaochi is holding this gathering of immortals is to force all forces to jointly attack the Ten Absolute Islands."

"Although my husband has broken through, he is still a new True Immortal. The Seven Fairies of Yaochi have been famous for a long time, and the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha of Little Western Paradise is even more unfathomable... not to mention the Buddhist and Taoist sects behind them."

"My lord, you must not be so stubborn. We should just be patient for now."

As she spoke, her slender hand rested on Wu Tian's sash, and she raised her eyes, "Husband, why don't I go with you to the Jade Pool?"

"Although my cultivation is not as good as my husband's, I am, after all, the legitimate princess of the West Sea Dragon Palace. With me present, Yaochi cannot force me too much."

Wu Tian raised his hand and gently lifted her chin. Looking into the woman's beautiful eyes, he saw that her exquisite face was full of seriousness and sincerity, and his reflection was mirrored in her moist eyes.

He gently stroked her cheek with his thumb and said softly, "Qiong'er, I know what you're thinking. It's precisely because you are the legitimate princess of the West Sea that you should stay in the Divine Dragon Palace to oversee things. Otherwise, if something changes, there won't even be any room for maneuver."

He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against her delicate earlobe, causing her to tremble slightly. "Don't worry, I have everything planned out. I'll make sure we get out of here unscathed. You don't need to worry."

Mo Yuqiong bit her lower lip, remained silent for a long while, and finally nodded gently: "Then my husband must promise Qiong'er that you will not act recklessly or take risks. If anything happens, you must protect yourself first..."

Wu Tian pulled her into his arms and kissed her hair: "I promise you."

Mo Yuqiong hummed in agreement, buried her face in his chest, took a deep breath, and after a moment straightened up to carefully straighten his clothes.

"My lord, how many people do you plan to take with you on your journey to Yaochi?"

“I’m not bringing any of them,” Wu Tian said.

Mo Yuqiong paused, raised her eyes, her gaze filled with worry and confusion, "My husband is going alone?"

"Ah."

Wu Tian held her hand, gently stroking her slender fingers, and said softly, "I can come and go freely by myself, which is more convenient. Even if I bring more people, they will only be a burden. If something happens, it will just be a waste of manpower."

Mo Yuqiong bit her lower lip, remained silent for a long while, and then whispered, "Then my husband promises Qiong'er that he will not act recklessly or take risks. If things turn out badly, he will find an excuse to withdraw..."

Wu Tian raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb.

I promise you.

He then stood up and took her hand.

"Let's go, see me off."

……

The morning light was just beginning to break outside the gates of the Golden Dragon Palace.

At this moment, someone was already waiting outside the palace gate.

While he was changing his clothes, Wu Tian had already given the order that he was preparing to go to Yaochi.

At this moment, the three generals and many high-ranking officials of the Divine Dragon Palace all arrived.

As the palace doors opened, everyone bowed down.

"Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince and Your Highness the Princess."

Wu Tian and Mo Yuqiong stood side by side and said with a smile, "Please, everyone, no need for formalities."

After everyone stood up, General Shenkun stepped forward.

He was clad in scale armor, wielding a steel fork, and grinned, "Your Highness, why don't I accompany you to Yaochi?"

His voice was so loud that it made the corridors on both sides tremble.

Wu Tian waved his hand and said, "General Shenkun, you should stay in the palace. I have already made arrangements for this trip."

He then looked at Li Xuanba, "General Xuanba, after I leave, the affairs of the palace will rely heavily on you."

Li Xuanba bowed slightly and said, "Your Highness, please take care on your journey. The old servant and the princess are here at the Divine Dragon Palace, so Your Highness need not worry."

Wu Tian nodded and turned his gaze to General Huanglong in front of the palace gate.

"General Huanglong, I am going to the Yaochi meeting today and I need someone to pull the carriage for me. You can pull the carriage for me!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

The fish-like general, Shenkun, froze abruptly as he picked at his scales. His eyes widened, and he even forgot to close his mouth.

Why would a true immortal general be made to pull a chariot?

This is practically rubbing the other person's face in the ground.

Li Xuanba's gaze narrowed slightly, but he remained silent.

The guards on both sides of the corridor dared not breathe, feeling that the tides of the deep sea were colder than usual. Some secretly glanced at the princess, only to see Mo Yuqiong standing quietly half a step behind Wu Tian, ​​her eyes slightly lowered, her face as calm as still water.

Soon everyone's attention fell on General Huanglong.

General Huanglong had his head down, so his expression was not visible.

His fingers gripping the halberd turned white at the knuckles, and his shoulders trembled violently.

silence.

After a long while, he slowly released the halberd.

With a loud crash, the divine weapon that had accompanied him in battle for hundreds of years slammed onto the cold, dark stone slab.

Then, he knelt down on one knee.

With his head down, his voice was hoarse, like a broken gong worn smooth by sand and gravel.

"This humble general... obeys."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body radiated a magical light.

As the radiance faded, a real dragon, a hundred feet long with scales as bright yellow as jade, lay prostrate before the entrance to the Golden Dragon Palace.

He lay prostrate on the ground, his dragon head lowered, and deliberately extended his long dragon neck into the harness at the front of the imperial carriage that had been prepared outside the palace gate.

Like the most docile livestock.

Shenkun General abruptly turned his head away, the force so great that his neck cracked with a crisp sound; he couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Li Xuanba's gaze was deep and his expression solemn. He only uttered one sentence in a low voice:
"Your Highness, let's set off."

Wu Tian did not look at the dragon lying on the ground again.

He turned around and looked at Mo Yuqiong.

Mo Yuqiong was looking up at him, her azure eyes clearly holding a thousand words, but at this moment they were reduced to a very soft and gentle admonition.

"Come back safely."

Wu Tian raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb.

Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Wait for me patiently."

He turned and stepped into the imperial carriage.

A beaded curtain hangs down, separating the inside from the outside.

General Huanglong slowly rose to his feet.

The enormous dragon body dragged the imperial carriage, and then soared into the sky.

Mo Yuqiong stood outside the Golden Dragon Palace's sleeping quarters, watching the imperial carriage gradually disappear into the distance, remaining motionless for a long time.

Li Xuanba, standing behind her, said softly, "Princess, let's go back inside the palace."

Mo Yuqiong did not move.

After a long while, she lowered her eyes.

"Issue orders to all departments of the Divine Dragon Palace," she said in a cold voice, "From today onwards, maintain a relaxed exterior but a tight interior. All defense lines shall continue to operate as usual, and no one shall make contact with the three forces of Yaochi, Little Western Heaven, and Ten Absolute Islands without authorization."

"Anyone who disobeys will be executed!"

"Yes."

……

……

The imperial carriage sailed through the waves.

General Huanglong silently pulled the cart, as if he were truly just a tamed animal.

Inside the car, Wu Tian sat upright with his eyes closed, a faint golden light appearing and disappearing between his brows.

After traveling for about half an hour, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze falling through the beaded curtain onto the silent yellow dragon as it moved forward. He said, "Shouldn't we be arriving at our destination soon?"

Huanglong General's body suddenly stiffened, and even the movement of his tail stopped for a moment.

But he quickly regained his composure, and his voice came from ahead, "What does Your Highness mean by this? We are still a thousand miles from Yaochi, and we need to continue our journey..."

"Are you going to keep pretending? I feel so bad for you."

Wu Tian interrupted him, his voice not loud, but like a thunderclap in General Huanglong's ears: "Didn't you already send a message to the Ten Absolute Islands? If you don't make a move now, when will you?"

The dragon's body trembled violently!

General Huanglong whirled around, his dragon face filled with disbelief and terror, and blurted out, "How did you know—"

Before he could finish speaking, he realized what was happening and suddenly sprang to his feet.

With a sudden flick of its body, the dragon's carriage was overturned as if made of paper, soaring into the sky and transforming into a human shape in mid-air.

His face was contorted with rage, showing no trace of his former numbness and submissiveness. In his sunken eyes, hatred and madness almost solidified into a tangible form.

“Even if you knew, it would be too late,” he gritted his teeth, squeezing out each word from between his teeth, “This place will be your final resting place today.”

He stared intently at Wu Tian, ​​then suddenly let out a sharp, piercing laugh, a laugh filled with twisted pleasure.

"You beast, I want you dead, I want you dead, hahahaha!"

His voice suddenly rose, almost roaring, "After you die, I will personally teach that bitch Mo Yuqiong a lesson, I will make her wish she were dead."

"I thought she was some pure and innocent princess, but look what happened! She's a slut who can't take her legs off any man."

"You've only been here a few days? Huh? And she's already eagerly giving herself to you! And she's still putting on airs like a princess, ugh! You slut!"

His face was completely distorted, his eyes bulging and bloodshot. "I've been guarding her for three hundred years! Three hundred years! She's never even smiled at me. I thought she was just born with that cold face, but as soon as you came, she started acting all horny and wanton."

"I really regret not seeing what kind of person she was sooner! If I had known she was the kind of slut who gets weak in the knees at the sight of men, I would have..."

He couldn't continue.

Because Wu Tian raised his eyes.

His gaze was calm as still water, devoid of anger, sorrow, or even murderous intent.

But General Huanglong's mouth was open, and a hoarse sound came from his throat; he couldn't utter a single word.

He felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat.

A terrifying aura enveloped him, making him feel a deadly crisis, as if he would die on the spot if he said another word.

At that very moment—

The sea surface suddenly exploded!

The once calm sea was stirred up by a tremendous force, and the seawater swirled wildly, forming a terrifying whirlpool with a diameter of thousands of feet.

At the edge of the whirlpool, turbid waves surged hundreds of feet high, forming walls of water that encircled the sea like an iron barrel. The center of the whirlpool, however, was bottomless and as black as an abyss!
Meanwhile, high in the sky, billowing dark clouds gathered out of nowhere, blotting out the sun and swallowing up the midday light. Within the clouds, purplish-black lightning danced wildly like mad snakes, its explosions deafening.

A fierce storm arose, and towering waves surged!
Wu Tian's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked at the sea not far away.

The sea surged skyward, sweeping across the heavens and intertwining with the purple-black lightning descending from the sky.

A colossal, majestic demon god slowly rose from the depths of the vortex.

That image only shows half of the body.

Even just half of its body was enough to blot out the sky.

From the waist up, there was a towering torso clad in jet-black demonic armor, muscles bulging like ancient vines, each vein crackling with lightning. His arms hung down, fingers loosely clenched, as if he could grasp an entire world in his palms.

From the waist down, there was a wildly spinning, all-consuming vortex, seamlessly integrated with the demon god's body, as if he himself were the master of this sea and the embodiment of this storm.

The most terrifying thing was that face.

His face was contorted like a demon's, with three demonic eyes arranged in a triangular pattern on his forehead. These eyes were slowly opening, gazing down at Wu Tian as if a god were looking down upon an ant. (End of Chapter)