Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

A grand, cold, and chilling voice, like ancient ice, emanated from the hideous demonic face, not from its throat, but resonating throughout the entire sea and the sky.

"Wu Tian".

"If you are willing to lead the Divine Dragon Palace to submit to the Ten Absolute Islands—"

"I can spare your life."

"Ten Absolute Islands, Thunder Prison Demon Lord".

Wu Tian looked up, his gaze calmly fixed on the towering, sun-obscuring demon god.

He recognized the other person.

One of the ten demon gods of the Ten Absolute Islands, comparable to the realm of immortals, he wields the Thunder Prison Demon God Path and established the Thunder Pool Forbidden Ground in the Northwest Continent, where countless lives have been lost. He is a true demon god.

At this moment, this sea area had been completely sealed off by his Thunder Prison Formation. Completely isolated from the outside world, not even a wisp of divine sense could escape.

Wu Tian withdrew his gaze and landed on General Huanglong, whose face was ashen, not far away. "So it was Thunder Prison Demon Lord. No wonder there was such a commotion."

He carried the Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) and slowly took a step forward.

"but--"

He remained calm and composed, saying, "Let me kill this foul-mouthed scoundrel first, then I'll talk to you."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Tian's figure transformed into a golden light and vanished from the spot.

"You dare to kill someone in front of me?" Thunder Prison Demon Lord's voice boomed like thunder, filled with offended rage. "Do you consider me nothing?"

The demon god suddenly extended its giant hand, its five fingers like mountains, and slammed down in the direction where Wu Tian had disappeared. The power of the vortex and the power of thunder erupted at the same time, forming layers upon layers of void blockade.

However, after Wu Tian cultivated the Fangcun Mountain Blessed Land, the biggest change was that he mastered the mystery of the Sumeru Mustard Seed, and was able to transform the space into the void. The void was to him as clear as the lines on his palm.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) also possesses the power to stabilize the sea and break magic; the two together confirm that shifting through the void has become an instinct.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand miles can be separated by a single thought.

Before the Thunder Demon Lord finished speaking, the golden light, like a rainbow from beyond the sky, stretched across hundreds of feet of void, piercing through layers of seals, and appeared in front of General Yellow Dragon.

General Huanglong's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't even have time to scream or escape.

All I could see was a golden light.

Wu Tian raised his bat and swept it across the ground.

It was unremarkable, like an ordinary martial artist wielding an iron rod, without even a trace of magical power emanating from it.

But this blow—

It carries the weight of Mount Sumeru and a mustard seed, as well as the unwavering determination of the four seas.

Before the staff even arrived, the terrifying divine power and aura were already like a mountain collapsing, pressing down on the void around General Huanglong until it solidified inch by inch.

"boom!"

General Huanglong was struck head-on by a pillar of heaven. Before he could even let out a scream, he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

In mid-air, he struggled desperately, but could not maintain his human form at all. His bones groaned under the strain, and his true form was revealed with a crash.

The dragon's entire body was smashed to pieces, covered in blood, and crashed heavily into the sea, stirring up towering waves. Dragon blood gushed out like a spring, instantly staining the seawater within a hundred feet in radius red.

Wu Tian rode the waves, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) flew out of his hand and grew longer as it was carried by the wind.

In an instant, the dark staff shone with golden light, and countless ancient incantations surged from it, like dragons and snakes swimming, like the Milky Way pouring down.

The golden cudgel transformed into a hundred-foot-tall pillar and descended from the sky.

"boom!!!"

The giant pillar crashed into the sea, breaking through the massive waves, and landed solidly on the struggling dragon's body.

The enormous dragon's body was crushed by this blow, like a crystal cup struck by a mighty iron hammer.

The dragon scales shattered into dust, and the dragon bones broke into pieces like withered firewood.

Dragon blood transformed into a rain of crimson, mixed with shattered dragon flesh, tendons, and entrails, soaring into the sky before cascading down, turning the entire sea surface a shocking crimson.

Even more terrifying is that the golden light emanating from the image of the Golden Cudgel covers the sky and the earth, and even sweeps across the depths of the ocean.

The shattered bones and flesh were instantly turned into wisps of smoke and completely annihilated after being swept by the golden light.

With just two blows, General Huanglong was instantly reduced to ashes, leaving no trace of his body, not even flesh or blood. Only a dragon pearl the size of a fist rolled quietly into the waves.

At that very moment, the colossal hand that blotted out the sky crashed down from the heavens.

His five fingers were like mountains, his palm lines like abysses, and each knuckle was wrapped in purplish-black destructive lightning.

Before the giant palm even arrived, the force of its blow was like the collapse of the sky, and a huge crater was forcibly pressed into the sea surface within a radius of a hundred feet. The crater sank rapidly, as if the entire sea area was about to be destroyed by this palm strike.

At the same time, the whirlpool in the sea below suddenly accelerated.

The sea eye, which had been calming down, is now like an enraged ancient beast, tearing and devouring everything around it.

At the edge of the vortex, turbid waves cut through the void like blades; deep within the vortex, it was as dark as an abyss, as if it were an entrance to the underworld! The enormous suction force and the immense force pressing down from the sky formed a pincer attack, threatening to crush and swallow Wu Tian completely.

There is nowhere to escape, neither in heaven nor on earth.

Wu Tian stood in the void.

Her robes fluttered in the wind, and her long hair flew in the air.

He looked up and glanced at the colossal, sky-covering demonic hand.

He glanced down at the thousand-foot-long vortex that was frantically devouring everything.

Then--

The Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) was released from his hand, and its value suddenly skyrocketed!
Three hundred zhang!
Five hundred feet!
A thousand feet!

The golden cudgel reached the heavens and the earth, and the boundless golden light emanating from its body illuminated the entire dark sea area shrouded in whirlpools and dark clouds as bright as day.

Wherever the golden light of Ruyi shines—

Thunder and lightning pierce through!

The waves recede!

The void solidified!

The giant club, thousands of feet long, pierced straight into the sky and crashed heavily into the palm of the descending demon god.

Boom!!!

A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth had been created.

The downward force of the demon god's giant palm was actually stopped by this staff.

The five giant, lightning-encircled fingers of the mountains froze in mid-air, unable to fall even an inch further!
The colossal club, its tail piercing straight into the deep sea, firmly sank into the very center of the wildly spinning vortex.

"Buzz!"

The Ruyi scepter radiated golden light, like a raging sea, spreading wildly from the tail of the staff.

Under the golden light, the all-consuming vortex slowed its rotation dramatically. The water walls at the edges began to collapse, and the central eye of the sea contracted rapidly.

The whirlpool in the sea was actually stopped by this blow.

Wu Tian stood beside the golden cudgel, his figure as insignificant as dust compared to it.

But he raised his hand and pressed down gently.

"boom!!!"

The demon's giant hand was knocked back, and the thousand-foot vortex completely froze.

Wu Tian released his grip, and the golden cudgel shrank rapidly, flying back into his palm.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion in mid-air.

The dragon pearl left behind after the fall of General Huanglong flew up from the waves and landed in his palm.

Wu Tian flipped his palm and put away the warm dragon pearl. His posture was calm and composed, and there was not a trace of tension or fear on his face, as if he were strolling in a leisurely garden.

In fact, his humiliation of General Huanglong was not due to psychological distortion, but rather a deliberate act.

The conflict between him and General Huanglong is difficult to resolve. Keeping such a person in the Divine Dragon Palace will cause trouble sooner or later. If he is rashly killed, it will only arouse the vigilance and dissatisfaction of the other two generals.

The fox grieves when the rabbit dies; animals grieve for their own kind—that's all there is to it.

Huanglong General's background and many of his secrets had already been thoroughly investigated by the West Sea Dragon King.

Therefore, he had already figured out how to deal with this person before he even came to the Divine Dragon Palace.

It can be said that General Huanglong's supposedly subtle actions had already been thoroughly observed by him in the shadows.

This includes Huanglong's attempt to contact the Ten Absolute Islands and intercept them midway, all of which he deliberately condoned.

This is a blatant case of entrapment.

Waiting for this guy to make a mistake on his own, then calmly executing him. After putting away the Dragon Ball, Wu Tian slowly raised his head.

The colossal, sky-covering demonic figure had its three demonic eyes light up simultaneously, intertwining blood-red light with lightning, illuminating the entire sea area with shifting light and shadow.

The Thunder Prison Demon Lord spoke, his voice booming and chilling.

"Do you know that this place, spanning a thousand miles, has been sealed off by me, isolating it from the outside world?"

"Without my permission—"

"You cannot escape today."

After listening quietly, Wu Tian reached out and gripped the Ruyi Jingu Bang tightly.

"Are you done talking?"

"I'll ask you one last time," Thunder Prison Demon Lord's voice was deep and rumbling like thunder, filled with impatience and killing intent, "Will you submit, or die?"

Wu Tian held the Ruyi Jingu Bang horizontally in front of him, gently stroking the dark and ancient-looking shaft with his left hand.

"I have just broken through to a breakthrough in seclusion and am about to test my methods."

After saying that, he took a step forward.

"You've come at the perfect time."

The Thunder Prison Demon Lord did not speak again, but simply lowered his head and looked at the sea.

Then—he opened his three eyes.

next moment.

The sky is gone.

It wasn't dark clouds obscuring the sun, nor was it nightfall.

The sky itself has vanished.

Instead, there was an endless expanse, stretching from the sea to the sky, covering every inch of space—

Lightning.

That wasn't lightning falling from the sky.

That was the sky, which transformed into thunder.

The purplish-black lightning filled the field of vision, with no clouds, no gaps, and no distance. Above, a surging, boiling sea of ​​lightning stretched for thousands of feet, layer upon layer, one upon another, the lightning lava churning like a raging sea, the lightning light burning as fiercely as ten thousand suns rising simultaneously.

That wasn't lightning striking down.

That was the entire sky, slowly sinking.

at the same time.

The sea is gone too.

The seawater itself transformed into liquid lightning.

Beneath their feet was no longer the sea, but a bottomless, purplish-black pool of lightning. The lightning magma surged slowly beneath their feet, occasionally churning up a spark of lightning that exploded into countless tiny arcs of electricity.

That Thunder Pool had no boundaries, extending in all directions to the horizon, merging with the sea of ​​thunder in the sky at a very far distance.

There is no longer a boundary between the sky and the sea.

East, west, south, north, up, down, and all eight directions.

As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but thunder.

In the blink of an eye, the Thunder Prison Cave descended, transforming the sea into a thunderous inferno.

This is the cave of the Thunder Prison Demon Lord.

Or rather, it was his own celestial abode that forcibly descended upon this sea area.

The entire vast expanse of space was encompassed within this thunder prison.

Isolated from the outside world, it forms its own world.

Without his permission, not even a wisp of wind can escape.

The voice of the Thunder Prison Demon Lord came from all directions.

"This is my own grotto-heaven, which I call Thunder Prison."

He paused.

"Since I created the Thunder Prison Cave Heaven, those who enter this prison have never survived."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Tian moved.

Without waiting for the other party to make the first move, he transformed into a golden light and shot straight into the sky.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magical staff) swelled with the wind, growing five hundred zhang! Then a thousand zhang!

A colossal pillar pierced the sky, carrying the weight of Mount Sumeru and a mustard seed of the Lingtai Square Inch Mountain, heading towards the descending sea of ​​thunder from the heavens.

Smash it with a stick!
"boom!!!"

The colossal pillar, thousands of feet tall, crashed into the boundless sea of ​​lightning, as if it had been plunged into a boiling ocean.

The sea of ​​lightning surged and exploded, creating a thousand-foot-deep rift. Countless bolts of lightning scattered and sputtered, like thousands of giant purple-black pythons writhing wildly!
But the crack only lasted for a moment.

The next instant, an endless sea of ​​lightning surged in from all directions, filling the crack.

Wu Tian did not stop.

He stepped out of the void, his figure shifting three hundred feet horizontally.

Where he had stood, the Thunder Pool beneath his feet suddenly exploded, and thousands upon thousands of lightning pillars, each as thick as a water vat, shot out from the bottom of the pool and soared into the sky. The lightning pillars pierced through Wu Tian's afterimage, and their momentum did not wane; they shot upwards for another five hundred feet before slowly dissipating.

Wu Tianren was in mid-air, his golden cudgel sweeping across, the Ruyi Golden Light bursting forth, smashing away the thunder that surged around him like waves.

The Thunder Pool beneath his feet churned, and countless bolts of lightning shot out from the bottom of the pool at the same time, like thousands of venomous snakes raising their heads and flicking their tongues, lunging at him.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel) was used to suppress it!
Dinghai!

The moment the staff entered the water, an invisible, heavy Daoist aura, as powerful as the collapse of the four seas, spread wildly, and the thousands upon thousands of rolling thunderbolts were actually suppressed by his staff.

But in less than a breath, the divine power emanating from the Ruyi Jingu Bang was torn apart by the lightning, and the lightning became even more violent.

Wu Tian vanished from his spot in an instant, and with a flash of golden light, reappeared three hundred feet away.

A bolt of lightning grazed his back, scorching his robes black.

Without turning around, he extinguished the lightning with a backhand strike.

Another burst of lightning, like a waterfall, descended from the sky.

He teleported through the void and swiftly dodged it.

However, this place has been completely transformed into a thunderous inferno, with lightning and thunder everywhere, and endless thunder raging and engulfing everything.

Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of bolts of lightning lit up simultaneously from all directions.

The sea of ​​thunder in the sky was boiling, every drop of surging thunderous liquid bursting with lightning; the ocean of thunder was roaring, every surging undercurrent gathering deadly intent.

Thunder was brewing, forming, and hurtling toward him from every direction, in every inch of the void, from the east to the west, north to south, and up to down.

There are no gaps.

There are no blind spots.

There is no end.

This is purgatory.

Wu Tian frantically struck the lightning from all directions with his Ruyi Jingu Bang, while his entire body transformed into golden light, moving around in the sky and on the ground, trying his best to avoid becoming the center of all the lightning strikes.

In just a dozen or so breaths, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body. You should know that after cultivating the Ruyi Jingu Bang Dharma Form, he could be said to have unparalleled divine power and infinite magical power.

But now his arms felt numb and weak, which was almost unimaginable for him.

But in this hellish inferno, he felt for the first time that human strength has its limits.

There was no way to ascend to heaven, no way to descend to earth, and lightning flashed from all directions.

He had no idea how many bolts of lightning he had shattered.

One thousand! Ten thousand!

One hundred thousand ways...

All he knew was that he couldn't stop.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang danced in his palm, forming a golden halo. Wherever the halo went, thunder shattered, lightning vanished, and molten metal surged back.

He twisted in mid-air, his body transforming into golden light that crisscrossed the void.

Maneuver, dodge, counterattack.

In this relentless, boundless, and endless inferno of lightning, he was like a golden streak of light that never touched the ground, carving a path through the cracks between the lightning bolts. (End of Chapter)