Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

On the western horizon, that colossal figure, obscuring the sky and sun, slowly turned its head.

Kunpeng's gaze pierced through billions of miles of void, landing on that sacred mountain, and on that figure sitting upright on the lotus platform.

At that moment, heaven and earth froze.

"Shakyamuni—"

The Kunpeng opened its mouth, its voice vast and boundless, like the first thunderclap at the beginning of time. The sound resounded throughout the Three Realms and pierced through the Nine Netherworlds, causing the sun, moon, and stars to tremble.

"You attained enlightenment through the Great Freedom Heaven and suppressed my eighteen demon lords."

He paused, his wings fluttering slightly.

This tiny movement alone triggered a massive upheaval.

With a flap of its left wing, the earth tore open in the endless northern desert, and countless abysses appeared out of thin air. Those abysses devoured countless tribes, cities, and kingdoms, and billions of lives fell into boundless darkness before they could even scream.

With a flap of its right wing, the peaks of the western mountain range collapsed, and countless boulders tumbled down. Those boulders crushed countless villages, temples, and caves, and millions of cultivators were reduced to dust before they could even react.

Meanwhile, the northwestern continent was lifted into the sky, and at the point where it was torn apart from the original land, seawater rushed in wildly.

Seawater surged in simultaneously from the East China Sea, the West China Sea, the South China Sea, and the North China Sea, forming towering tsunamis. As the tsunamis swept across, countless coastal cities, fishing villages, and ports were instantly swallowed up.

Hundreds of millions of lives were lost at this moment.

Their corpses tumbled in the raging waves, their blood stained the entire ocean red, and their resentment soared into the sky, transforming into dark clouds that blotted out the sun.

"Did you even ask me, the Lord of Heaven? Did you even ask my ancestor if I would agree?!"

Kunpeng's voice rang out, filled with boundless rage.

"You're quite something, daring to destroy my lineage. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll think I, the Lord of Heaven, am already dead."

As soon as He finished speaking, He moved.

It was just a simple action of raising a claw.

The claw emerged from beneath the northwestern continent, its size unbelievable. Each of its five toes was like a pillar supporting the sky, and countless ancient incantations flowed and disappeared upon them.

As the claws were raised, the sun, moon, and stars in the sky dimmed simultaneously. It was as if the entire world was filled with fear and trembling.

When the claws fell, they pointed directly at Mount Ling.

boom!!!
Before the Kunpeng's claws had even truly landed, the mere pressure they exerted caused Mount Ling to tremble and the surrounding void to completely collapse. Countless spatial rifts spread out, each one like an abyss, devouring everything around it.

Above Mount Ling, the Buddha's light shone wildly. Countless figures of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats appeared in the light, chanting scriptures in unison, trying to resist the descending giant claw.

However, when the giant claw struck, the Buddha's light shattered.

The figures of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats, like bubbles, burst under the giant claw. Their chanting transformed into thunderous sounds that echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

"The Lord of Heaven has really made his move!" Some ancient beings were terrified.

"He is truly angry!"

"The Northwest Demonic Path was destroyed, and the Buddha's reincarnation attained enlightenment in the Northwest. It seems that this has truly angered him."

"Could it be that powerful beings are really going to start a war?"

"What should we do? What should we do?!"

High above, countless immortals, Buddhas, and saints looked ashen-faced.

Once the powerful beings start a war, they will be no better than the creatures that perished tragically on the Northwest Continent. At that time, the heavens and earth will collapse and the so-called gods and demons will all turn to ashes in the great calamity.

Before such a majestic being, their so-called cultivation and so-called Taoist practice are like dust; they cannot become great beings and are ultimately just ants.

At that very moment, atop Mount Ling, in the Great Thunder Temple.

Shakyamuni slowly raised his hand.

That hand was fair and slender, and looked ordinary, without any trace of worldly concerns.

But when that hand was raised, the entire sacred mountain resonated. Countless rays of Buddhist light surged from the mountain, converging on that hand and transforming into an enormous golden palm.

The golden palm met the descending giant claw.

boom!!!
The claws of the Kunpeng collided with the hand of the Buddha, and endless divine light and Buddha light intertwined, plunging the world into a vast expanse where nothing could be seen clearly, and all light and sound seemed to disappear completely at that moment.

At that moment, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

The entire Three Realms trembled.

Countless stars fell from the heavens, transforming into a rain of meteors. These meteors crashed down on the earth, creating bottomless craters and unleashing devastating shockwaves.

The waters of the four seas boiled simultaneously. The already surging tsunami became even more violent at this moment. Giant waves soared into the sky, smashing everything that dared to stand in their way.

On the earth, countless volcanoes erupted simultaneously. Lava shot into the sky, turning the entire sky blood red. Volcanic ash blotted out the sun, turning day into night.

A single encounter led to the destruction of the world.

The land was devastated, and corpses littered the fields.

Those who managed to escape the first wave of disaster were powerless against this even more terrifying wave of destruction.

Highly cultivated immortals and Buddhas attempted to rescue them, only to find their magical powers utterly inadequate to protect them. Faced with such world-destroying power, their so-called rescue was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Screams, wails, cries, curses...

Countless voices intertwined, transforming into a tragic elegy for the end of the world.

On Mount Ling, the golden palm shattered.

The giant claw flew back as well.

Kunpeng's gaze grew even colder. "Buddha, you have such great ambitions. Creating Sumeru Heaven is not enough; you want to create another one."

"But you shouldn't have destroyed my lineage and achieved enlightenment in my Northwest."

"Do you think I'm a pushover that you can manipulate at will?"

He spoke, and his voice was as cold as ice from the deepest hell.

"Today I will shatter your sacred mountain, tear apart your Great Free Heaven, and render your schemes futile."

His wings fluttered once more.

This time, the sun and moon were reversed, yin and yang were reversed, the sky was dark and the earth was shrouded in darkness. Even the gods and saints of the heavens felt that the world was in chaos and they could not see anything clearly.

boom!!!
With a flap of its wings, the endless northern desert completely collapsed. The entire desert caved in, forming a bottomless crater. Endless lava surged from the crater, incinerating everything in its path.

With another flap of its wings, the western mountain range was completely shattered. Countless peaks turned to dust, scattering in the wind. The immortal caves and secluded cultivators within those mountains didn't even have time to utter a sound before vanishing into nothingness.

The entire northwestern continent began to move towards Mount Ling.

The scene was terrifying beyond belief, as if a continent was about to crash violently into Mount Ling.

If this collision were to hit solidly—

Not only Mount Ling, but the entire Western Sea, the entire Southern Frontier, and even the entire Three Realms will be affected.

As Shakyamuni gazed at the increasingly approaching northwestern continent, his expression finally lost its composure.

He clasped his hands together and spoke softly.

"Amitabha--"

Before he could finish speaking...

The eastern horizon suddenly changed.

In that instant, the entire eastern sky seemed to be gently lifted by an invisible hand, like lifting a thin veil to reveal the truly vast and boundless world behind it.

Endless clear light surged forth from the opened void.

That light was incredibly pure.

Just like at the beginning of time, when chaos was first separated, the clear things rose to become the sky, and the turbid things sank to become the earth—that was the first ray of clear light that separated from the chaos.

When the clear light burst forth, all noise in the world vanished.

The roar of the Kunpeng vanished, the howling of the waves vanished, and the wails and cries of countless creatures ceased. Even the wind stopped blowing; even the clouds stopped drifting.

All sounds are silent.

Only the clear light remained, flowing quietly.

Within the clear light, a figure slowly emerged.

That was a Taoist priest.

He had a lean and refined face, and possessed an air of sophistication that transcended the years.

He wore a simple and unadorned blue Taoist robe, yet it exuded a sense of the Daoist spirit that draped him in the vast blue sky, carrying the essence of this world.

This being who suddenly appeared held a whisk, the handle of which was as white as jade, and the whisk tip had three thousand silver threads, each of which was faintly glowing.

He just stood there. Without any movement, without any imposing presence, and without even a trace of his own aura.

It simply stands quietly, like a mountain, like a sea, like a world unto itself.

But as soon as he appeared.

The entire world fell silent.

It was as if all things in heaven and earth were bowing to him.

The Lord of the Great Crimson Heaven, the Great Crimson Heavenly Venerable, has arrived.

At the same time, a clear light also rose from the northern horizon.

But that clear light was completely different from that of the East.

If the clear light of the East is as gentle as water, then the clear light of the North is as sharp as a sword.

When that clear light shot up, the entire northern sky was sliced ​​open.

It's like using a peerless divine sword to cleave the sky in two with a single, gentle swing.

Within the clear light, endless sword energy crisscrossed.

Those sword energies were incredibly sharp. Each sword energy was enough to cleave the void, shatter stars, and annihilate everything.

A figure slowly emerged from within the sword energy.

He looked middle-aged, with a handsome face and bright, star-like eyes.

He was dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, with a long sword hanging at his waist.

The longsword was simple and unadorned, with a black scabbard devoid of any decoration.

Yet, not a single god, immortal, demon, or monster in the Three Realms dared to look at that sword.

When Jade Void Celestial Venerable attained enlightenment, this artifact drank the blood of countless living beings.

The name of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword has left a deep imprint on the long river of mythology along with this Celestial Venerable.

The Jade Void Celestial Venerable stood there, and all laws, principles, and doctrines submitted to him and trembled before him.

His gaze, like two bolts of lightning, cleaved through the void, staring directly at the towering Kunpeng that blotted out the sky.

Two celestial beings appeared simultaneously.

The Great Crimson Heavenly Venerable stood in the east, his body radiating a clear light, like the warm spring sun, illuminating all things.

Jade Void Celestial Venerable stood in the north, surrounded by sword energy. The sword light tore through the nine heavens, sharp and piercing.

The Great Crimson Heavenly Venerable spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, please stop."

As the sound rang out, all the turmoil in the world subsided in that instant.

The gale stopped.

The waves calmed down.

The ground cracked, then stopped.

Even the countless void cracks shattered by the Kunpeng's wings slowly healed at this moment.

It was as if these words were the will of heaven and earth.

This is the law of the Three Realms.

Kunpeng paused slightly in his movements.

His gaze shifted from Mount Ling to the east, then to the north, and finally settled on the two figures.

"Great Crimson, Jade Void—"

He spoke, his voice as cold as frost.

"You've finally come out?"

Jade Void Celestial Venerable sneered, "You Kunpeng caused such a commotion just to make us show ourselves, didn't you? Now that we've arrived, why bother with pretense? Just state your demands."

Kunpeng sneered, "Yuxu brat, stop putting on airs. Did I force you to show yourself, or did you deliberately force me?"

"Do you dare say that this attack on the Northwest by both Buddhism and Taoism wasn't orchestrated by you?"

"Back then, the six of us left the Heavenly Realm and opened up this world from a corner of the ruins of the Heavenly Court, together pursuing the mysteries of the ancient Heavenly Emperor."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice growing louder and louder, shaking the heavens.

"Now you all want to destroy my lineage—"

His wings suddenly spread out, covering the sky and the sun.

"Are you trying to go back on your word and get rich?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura surged dramatically.

That aura was so terrifying, so vast, it seemed to crush the entire world.

"If you really push me too far, then... well, that's it—"

The voice of Kunpeng seemed to come from the deepest hell.

"Let's break this barrier, and then we'll all go our separate ways!"

"Nobody will get away with this!"

Upon hearing this, the world fell silent.

Countless immortals, Buddhas, and saints held their breath at this moment, not daring to utter a sound.

Break through this boundary?

That would destroy the heavens and the earth, plunging the three realms back into chaos!

The Great Crimson Heavenly Venerable and the Jade Void Heavenly Venerable exchanged a glance, both with solemn expressions in their eyes.

They knew that Kunpeng was not joking.

This ruler of the heavens has always been lawless and unrestrained. If pushed too far, he might actually do something like this.

Just then, Kunpeng suddenly turned its head, looking south and then east.

"Azure Dragon!"

"Fire Phoenix!"

His voice resounded throughout the three realms.

"Are you still going to watch the show?!"

"If you continue like this, sooner or later you will follow in my footsteps!"

Kunpeng's words had barely faded when...

Suddenly, a ten-thousand-foot-long blue light shone from the bottom of the East Sea.

That azure light pierced through billions of miles of seawater, through layers of void, and soared straight to the heavens.

Within the azure light, an enormous figure slowly emerged.

It was a blue dragon.

Its body stretched for countless miles, its scales shimmering, its horns rugged and imposing. On each scale flowed countless ancient incantations, rising and falling. With every breath, it caused the tides of the East Sea to rise and fall.

The Azure Dragon, the Lord of the Azure Sky, bursts forth from beneath the Eastern Sea.

At the same time, 100,000 volcanoes in southern Xinjiang erupted simultaneously.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless streams of lava shot into the sky, turning the entire sky fiery red. Within the lava, endless flames converged, transforming into a phoenix that blotted out the sun.

The phoenix was fiery red, its feathers shimmering. When it spread its wings, ten thousand volcanoes in the southern borderlands simultaneously went out, as if all the flames had been absorbed by it. Its gaze, like two burning suns, illuminated the entire world.

The Lord of the Yellow Heavens, the Fire Phoenix, has actually appeared in the Southern Frontier.

Even many ancient immortals, Buddhas, gods, and demons were stunned at this moment, as many people knew that the Lord of the Azure Sky was very likely in the East Sea.

But very few people know that the mysterious Lord of the Yellow Heaven is actually hiding in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"No wonder, no wonder Kong Lingxuan opened the Palace of Immortality in the Ten Thousand Mountains."

"No wonder the demon race, with its limited power, could occupy the Hundred Thousand Mountains all by itself."

In heaven and on earth, many immortals and Buddhas trembled in their hearts. With the Lord of the Yellow Heaven residing in the southern border, the Phoenix lineage certainly had the right to carve out its own territory. (End of this chapter)