Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

The Western Sea was utterly silent.

Looking around, the entire West Sea is no longer what it used to be.

The seawater was dark red.

Stretching from the coastline to the horizon, all that met the eye was a deep crimson. It wasn't the afterglow of the setting sun, but blood.

The blood of countless lives stained this vast sea crimson. The dark red seawater churned, viscous and heavy, each wave carrying a pungent, fishy stench.

Corpses float on the sea.

Fish, shrimp, crabs, turtles, whales, salamanders, and giant sharks—the carcasses of all sizes of aquatic creatures were densely packed, layer upon layer, covering the entire sea surface.

Some had their bellies turned white and their internal organs spilling out; some were still twitching slightly and were not quite dead yet; some were washed together by the waves and piled up into mountains of corpses.

Those mountains of corpses, some dozens of feet high, drifted slowly on the sea, emitting a pungent stench. Countless carrion-eating seabirds circled above them, emitting shrill cries as they scrambled for the rotting flesh; the sound of their flapping wings was like the whisper of death itself.

Further away, even larger corpses floated.

Those were sea demons, strange beasts from the depths of the ocean. Some were whole, some were broken, and some were torn into pieces. They might have been overlords in life, but now they were all floating rotten flesh, at the mercy of seabirds and the waves.

There is even more beneath the sea.

The corpses that sank to the bottom of the sea piled up in layers, covering the entire seabed. Broken limbs hung on the coral reefs, the trenches were filled with rotting corpses, and even in the deepest abyss, countless souls floated.

Those lost souls had nowhere to go but to wander in the darkness, uttering silent wails.

When Kunpeng was born, he fought against Shakyamuni. Although the time was very short, the number of living beings who died was in the hundreds of millions.
The West Sea is located on the northwestern continent and is therefore severely affected.

Deep in the Western Sea, the once majestic and magnificent Shenlong Palace is now a scene of utter devastation.

The main hall has completely collapsed, leaving only a few broken pillars standing alone, their shafts covered with cracks, as if they could fall at any moment.

The side hall was completely reduced to ruins, with piles of bricks and rubble burying countless corpses. The palace walls collapsed, the palace gates were shattered, and the white jade square in front of the palace was riddled with deep pits filled with blood.

The blood, blackened and foul-smelling, attracted countless mosquitoes and flies. The buzzing of the flies and mosquitoes swirled among the ruins, like the whispers of the dead, or the mockery of death itself.

The seas surrounding the Shenlong Palace were in even more appalling condition.

Those forces, large and small, that originally relied on the Divine Dragon Palace, and those cave dwellings, sects, and cities built on nearby islands, are now all gone. Some were completely wiped out by the tsunami, some were shattered into fragments by the aftershocks, some sank to the bottom of the sea, and some turned into scorched earth.

Corpses were everywhere.

Some hung on broken reefs, swaying and being battered by the waves; some were stuck in collapsed buildings, their limbs twisted and their faces unrecognizable; some floated on the sea surface, rising and falling with the waves, gradually drifting into the distance; some sank to the bottom of the sea, being eaten by fish and shrimp, leaving only a skeleton.

At this time, the Seven Fairies of Yaochi had already left, and the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha of Little Western Paradise had also received a decree from the Buddha of Mount Ling and headed northwest.

Wu Tian swayed and transformed from the white ape into human form. Apart from the absence of the dragon horns on his head, he was not much different from before.

With a handsome face and fair skin, he was dressed in a white robe and a jade belt. His hair was pure white and shone with light. He did not look old at all, but rather had an indescribable mystique.

He hovered in mid-air, looking down at the devastation below.

His face was calm as still water, but deep within those golden eyes lay a profound solemnity and an indescribable heaviness.

Although he was arrogant and lawless, he was not heartless.

The number of lives lost in this battle was far too great!
A single battle between powerful Golden Immortals resulted in the deaths of countless lives, and even he felt a chill run down his spine, as if a great calamity was about to befall him at any moment.

He felt a chill in his heart when faced with such a high and mighty being.

"I must cultivate myself to become a great power!"

The golden light in Wu Tian's pupils flickered uncertainly.

They are the ones who die today, but tomorrow it could be us.

I want to live, I want to avoid dying innocently.

Only by becoming stronger.

He took a deep breath, pressed down from the clouds, and landed in front of the Dragon Palace.

Mo Yuqiong was standing in the ruins, directing the surviving aquatic creatures to clean up the corpses and collect the remains.

Her face was as pale as paper, but her expression remained calm.

"Move these corpses over there first, separate them by race, count them, and then bury them all together. Record the names of all the fallen, and erect a monument to commemorate them in the future."

"There may still be people alive in the ruins. Save them first. Use your divine sense to search every inch of the ruins and don't miss any corner."

"Send people to patrol the area and see if there are any survivors. If there are, bring them back immediately for treatment. If not, collect the remains and don't let them float outside for birds and beasts to eat."

"Let's take stock of how much supplies we have left: pills, magic tools, spirit stones—we need to check everything. The reconstruction will require a lot of resources, and we can't afford to waste a single drop."

She gave instructions one by one, her tone calm and her logic clear, showing no sign of panic.

Although the aquatic creatures were exhausted and sad, they still carried out their tasks in an orderly manner under her command.

Wu Tian watched this scene with a hint of approval in his eyes.

This dragon princess, though a woman, truly possesses a commanding presence. Her composure and calmness after such a calamity are truly remarkable.

He stepped forward.

Mo Yuqiong sensed his presence, turned around, and nodded slightly.

“Wu Lang”.

Her voice was a little hoarse, "You've come."

Wu Tian nodded, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

What are the casualties?

Mo Yuqiong took a deep breath and slowly opened her mouth.

"The Divine Dragon Palace originally had nearly 100,000 aquatic creatures. After this battle, more than 82,000 were killed, 8,000 were seriously injured, and countless others were slightly injured. Now, fewer than 1,000 are still able to move."

She paused, her voice slightly lower, yet still steady.

"As for those forces that rely on us, as well as the rogue cultivators and mortals on the nearby islands..."

She shook her head.

"It's impossible to count. But I imagine... tens of millions."

Wu Tian remained silent.

Millions of lives were wiped out in a single night.

This is only the sea area near the Divine Dragon Palace.

This number weighs heavily on my mind.

This is true power! This is true power!
Wu Tian nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Settle the survivors and collect the dead. If you need anything, just say so. At worst, I'll go to Yaochi. They certainly won't refuse."

Mo Yuqiong looked at him, a hint of weariness in her expression. "Don't worry, there are enough resources. After all... too many people have died, how many have survived?"

She paused, looking at the dark red sea, at the floating corpses, and at the collapsed ruins.

"This disaster came too suddenly and was too devastating. It will probably take a long time for the Western Sea to recover."

"This is just the ocean. The disaster caused by the birth of Kunpeng in the entire Northwest Continent is probably ten or a hundred times worse than that of our Divine Dragon Palace. We don't know how many lives are still alive in the entire Northwest."

Wu Tian remained silent. He had just cultivated his divine embryo and had annihilated ten demon gods of the Ten Absolute Islands in a single battle, forcing the Golden Mother of Yaochi to back down.

He should have been full of vigor and considered himself a local overlord.

But now... faced with the catastrophe caused by the birth of the Kunpeng, he no longer felt any pride.

If the Kunpeng is like this, what about the Buddha?
Thinking of the sacred mountain that rises straight to the ninth heaven, and the Buddha sitting serenely in the Great Thunderclap Temple, Wu Tian's heart was filled with gloom.

"We must pursue the path of becoming a Golden Immortal as soon as possible!"

After a long while, he slowly came to his senses, looked at the beautiful and gentle woman beside him, and said, "Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"

Mo Yuqiong looked at him, her gaze clear and calm. "I originally had a lot to say and a lot to ask, but seeing you makes me feel like it's not important anymore."

She paused.

"If you want to talk, I'll listen; if you don't want to talk, I won't ask. In any case, you are my fiancé. That won't change because of who you are."

Looking into her clear and determined eyes, Wu Tian felt a momentary flutter in his heart. He remained silent for a moment, then stepped forward and pulled the woman in front of him into his arms.

"Qiong'er, thank you!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuqiong felt an indescribable bitterness and grievance well up in her heart, and two lines of clear tears rolled down her fair, jade-like cheeks.

He suffered one misfortune after another, faced danger several times, and even his father was implicated and almost died because of him.

Even her fiancé suddenly changed his identity.

With all these events happening one after another, how could she not feel pressured, exhausted, and full of questions?

But she didn't say it...

But when Wu Tian pulled her into a tight embrace, the exhaustion, fear, panic, and unease that she had been forcibly suppressing suddenly surged out like a tidal wave.

Mo Yuqiong tightly hugged Wu Tian's waist with both hands, as if she were grasping at a lifeline, and did so with great force.

Wu Tian could clearly sense her complex emotions. He gently stroked her back, allowing her to quietly process the fear that had surged up after the battle.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yuqiong actually fell asleep in his arms. Tears still clung to the dragon girl's eyelashes as she peacefully rested her head on his chest and drifted off to sleep.

Wu Tian felt an indescribable pang of heartache. He gently held her in his arms and used his magic to block out the surrounding noise, so that this silly woman could sleep more peacefully in his arms.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them.

The Dragon King of the West Sea strode over, followed closely by Li Xuanba and General Shenkun. The old Dragon King's injuries had mostly healed, and his aura had recovered considerably, though his face was still somewhat pale.

He looked at Wu Tian's daughter in his arms, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

"My dear son-in-law."

He spoke, his voice low and deep.

Wu Tian turned around, nodded slightly, and moved very gently, as if afraid of waking the woman in his arms.

"father in law."

The Dragon King of the West Sea waved his hand.

"No need for such formalities."

He paused, his gaze falling on Wu Tian, ​​complex and profound.

"I have a question to ask you."

Wu Tian said, "Father-in-law, please speak."

The Dragon King of the West Sea took a deep breath. "During the great battle before, I could only take Qiong'er away, but I couldn't save you. Do you resent me?"

"Do you... still consider me your father-in-law?"

The atmosphere froze slightly upon hearing this.

Wu Tian smiled, a smile that was sincere and frank.

"Father-in-law, what are you saying?"

"This disaster was caused by me. In fact, I have implicated the Divine Dragon Palace, and you and Qiong'er as well."

"You turned against your clan and risked your life to come to the Divine Dragon Palace to rescue us; this is already an immense favor."

"Qiong'er is your daughter, but she is also the wife I have chosen."

“Husband and wife are one. Your saving her is saving me. I am grateful enough, and I would never have a word of complaint.”

"With Qiong'er here, you are naturally my father-in-law."

The Dragon King of the West Sea looked at him, into his sincere eyes.

Finally, he smiled.

That smile was one of relief.

"Good, good, good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, his eyes slightly reddening. After all, he was the lord of the Western Sea, a dragon king who had weathered countless storms and had long since learned to suppress his emotions.

"With your words, I am relieved."

He paused, then said, "There is something I am not sure if I should ask. If you feel it is inconvenient to answer, you may not say it. However, with such a major event happening in the Western Sea, I will inevitably be questioned when I return to the Dragon Palace."

"That's why I'm asking you first, so I can answer you later."

The Dragon King of the West Sea didn't hide anything. After going through such a life-or-death battle, their friendship actually deepened, since they had lived and died together.

"You were originally listed in the Dragon Clan's Golden Register, so you should theoretically be a pure-blooded dragon. But now..."

Wu Tian laughed and said, "Father-in-law, you don't know this, but I was a true dragon in the past, without any falsehood. That's why I was able to be recorded in the Golden Book."

He paused, "As for later reversing my innate nature and transforming into the Long-Armed Divine Ape, it was due to a fortuitous encounter. What kind of divine embryo I can cultivate is also a matter of chance, beyond my control."

"If the Dragon Palace makes things difficult for my father-in-law, you can let me know, and I will personally step in to resolve the matter."

He now has the right and the confidence to say this, even when facing a behemoth like the dragons.

Unless the six Heavenly Lords personally intervene, he can still run rampant in the Three Realms, no matter how vast they are.

The Dragon King of the West Sea said, "It doesn't have to be that bad. My dear son-in-law, your battle in the West Sea shook the Three Realms. Even if those old fogies are confused, they would never offend you and force you into becoming their enemy."

"All I need is an explanation."

"You must know that the golden book in the Ancestral Dragon Hall is a treasure of the Dragon Clan, and only those with pure Dragon Clan blood can enter it. What I am worried about is that if there is a mistake with the golden book, it will probably attract the attention of the entire Dragon Clan."

"Since you were a pure dragon back then, then it doesn't matter."

He waved his hand.

"Never mind, none of this matters anymore."

The Dragon King of the West Sea looked westward, towards the northwestern land that had just experienced a catastrophe, towards the sacred mountain that had disappeared into the clouds, and towards the direction where the sky-covering Kunpeng had vanished.

"Now that the Kunpeng has been born and the Buddha has attained enlightenment, the world is about to descend into chaos."

He looked at Wu Tian with a serious expression.

“My dear son-in-law, although you have become a divine innate being with unparalleled combat power, you are still like an ant when facing such an existence. When the Kunpeng was enraged, billions of living beings were turned into dust, and the entire Western Sea was shattered. Such power is something we are not capable of resisting.”

"The most important thing now is to establish a solid foundation for ourselves."

He stared intently at the newly risen overlord before him.

"You...would you still be willing to stay in the Dragon Palace?" (End of Chapter)