Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Above the nine heavens, outside the Eastern Heavenly Gate.

Golden light paved the way, and the sun shone brightly in the sky.

The Golden Crow, standing on a twelve-petaled lotus platform, walked side by side with the Silver Moon Fairy, heading from the Starry Sea towards the Eastern Heavenly Gate.

Wherever it passed, the void was filled with rosy clouds and countless stars swayed. The blazing fire of the sun and the cool moonlight intertwined, paving a dazzling road across the heavens, shining for thousands of miles.

Countless immortals, Buddhas, and saints looked up and saw this scene, and were all horrified.

"That's... the Golden Crow Great Sage?!"

"And the Silver Moon Fairy of Kunlun! How did they end up together?"

"Look quickly at the lotus platform beneath the Golden Crow's feet! That's the twelve-petaled lotus platform of Dingguang Bodhisattva! And sealed within that lotus platform is... Dingguang Bodhisattva?!"

The news spread like wildfire, immediately causing a huge uproar.

Dingguang Bodhisattva, the head of the Fire Department of the Heavenly Court, a Bodhisattva personally appointed by the Buddhist sect, and a veteran powerhouse who has cultivated for thousands of years, was actually sealed in his own lotus platform and became a prisoner.
What kind of strength and domineering power is this?
Countless immortals and Buddhas gasped in astonishment, their hearts filled with boundless awe and dread as they gazed at the majestic figure surrounded by the great sun.

……

The area in front of Dongtianmen was packed with people.

Countless immortals, Buddhas, demons, and monsters from all directions gathered here, completely surrounding the eastern gate of the Heavenly Court. The Heavenly Ranking hung high in the nine heavens, its golden light shining brightly in all directions.

The arrival of the Golden Crow and the Silver Moon Fairy caused an immediate uproar.

"The Golden Crow Great Sage has arrived!"

"It was him, the one who suppressed the Bodhisattva Dingguang with three punches!"

"Such a powerful aura! That Great Sun True Fire is almost setting the Heavenly Gate ablaze!"

Countless eyes focused on them, some with awe, some with fear, some with curiosity, and some with a fighting spirit.

Jinwu ignored this. He raised his eyes and looked at the Heavenly Ranking.

The Heavenly Ranking was suspended above the Eastern Heavenly Gate, immeasurably high and immeasurably wide, its entire body woven from pure starlight and legal principles, radiating a terrifying pressure.

Below the list lies a vast battlefield.

The battlefield was formed by the power of the six gods. It was vast and boundless, like a complete small world, with undulating mountains and rivers, the rotation of the sun and moon, the surging wind and thunder, and the rolling clouds and mist.

At this moment, a fierce battle is taking place on the battlefield.

Those were two powerful beings at the Immortal Realm fighting for their lives.

One was the Thunder God General of the Heavenly Thunder Department, with a pair of thunder wings on his back and wielding a three-pointed, double-edged sword. With his wings spread, he slashed and killed with the long sword. The other was the old Dragon King of the Dragon Clan, whose dragon body coiled and overturned rivers and seas.

The two sides fought fiercely, and the aftershocks of their clash of supernatural powers caused the entire battlefield to tremble.

Jinwu glanced at it once and then looked away; this level of combat was no longer enough to pique his interest.

The Silver Moon Fairy stood quietly beside the Golden Crow, surrounded by moonlight, ethereal and otherworldly. From time to time, immortals and deities would approach to pay their respects, to which she would merely nod slightly, saying nothing more.

This scene must have aroused envy in countless gods and immortals.

The discussion quickly grew louder.

……

The battle on the battlefield quickly decided the victor.

Thunder God General narrowly defeated Old Dragon King by a single move, securing a winning streak.

"I'll go up there for a bit, please wait a moment, fellow Daoist."

The golden crow spoke, its voice not loud, but it conveyed composure and confidence.

He stepped forward, and the lotus platform beneath his feet rotated, lifting him slowly into the air and flying towards the battlefield.

The golden robe fluttered in the wind, the long hair danced in the air, and the great sun behind him suddenly expanded, with flames shooting into the sky, illuminating almost the entire East Heavenly Gate.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled.

The moment the Golden Crow stepped onto the battlefield, the entire battlefield trembled violently, as if in fear of its arrival. The mountains, rivers, sun, and moon, formed from the power of the Investiture of the Gods, paled in comparison at that moment.

In the center of the battlefield, the golden crow slowly landed.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Thunder God General opposite him, his voice calm yet powerful, "Make your move!"

The Thunder God General's face showed an extremely solemn expression, and he was very wary. He was fighting in the Heavenly Ranking Battlefield and had not seen the scene of the Golden Crow breaking through and suppressing Dingguang, nor did he know the other party's identity.

But this suddenly appearing being possessed an aura as powerful as the sun, illuminating all directions. His entire being exuded a natural Daoist charm, and wherever he went, the surrounding area almost naturally transformed into his Daoist field.

This kind of supernatural power far surpasses that of ordinary gods and sages.

He felt a pang of sadness, knowing he was no match for them, but having already gained such a position, how could he possibly back down?

Without another word, he swung his three-pointed double-edged sword and transformed into a bolt of lightning, sweeping towards the Golden Crow.

Wherever the lightning passed, it contained terrifyingly high temperatures, leaving a twisted black trail in the void that was horrifying to behold.

However, the golden crow did not move.

He simply stood there quietly until the very last moment before the lightning struck.

Raise your hand.

One punch.

boom!!!
Great Sun Divine Fist!

The moment that punch was unleashed, the entire battlefield trembled. The great sun that enveloped the golden crow suddenly expanded, and the true fire of the sun erupted like a tsunami, turning the entire battlefield into a sea of ​​fire.

The Thunder God's supernatural powers melted instantly upon contact with the True Fire of the Sun, just as ice and snow melt upon contact with fire.

The fist imprint arrived in the next instant.

"boom!"

Before Thunder God could even scream, he was blasted away and crashed hard into the edge of the battlefield, spitting blood and his body charred black, leaving him with no strength left to fight.

One punch!
Just one punch!
The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

That was the Thunder God General! A powerful figure from the Heavenly Court's Thunder Department, a peak True Immortal. He... he couldn't even withstand a single punch?!

"Next person."

The Golden Crow spoke, its voice calm yet booming like thunder, causing countless immortals and Buddhas to tremble in their ears.

The entire room fell silent.

That calm tone, that indifferent expression, that leisurely stroll—all sent chills down the spines of countless people.

The news of Tianhe Station caused a sensation, especially after it spread.

He broke through three layers to prove his greatness and suppressed Dingguang with three punches.

With such a record, who would dare to step forward easily?
"Insanity!"

A powerful figure from the Buddhist sect couldn't sit still any longer. This was a wrathful deity who practiced the Dharma of the Protector Kings, known as the Great Wheel Wrathful King. His physical body was extremely strong, and he was said to be indestructible.

Buddhist masters who practice the Vidyaraja Dharma have no hope of attaining the Golden Immortal realm in this lifetime. They exchange the severance of their path to enlightenment for supreme combat power to protect Buddhism and enjoy extremely high prestige within the Buddhist community.

This Great Wheel King was sixteen feet tall, with bulging muscles and skin the color of red gold. He wore a kasaya and a string of prayer beads around his neck, each bead the size of an infant's fist, and was made of celestial gold crystal.

At this moment, the King of the Underworld was radiating boundless golden light. This golden light was not ordinary light, but the unique light of the Dharma of the Protector King. Each ray of light was a mantra for subduing demons. The myriad lights intertwined and transformed into layers of Sanskrit chains that wrapped around his body.

The moment he threw that punch, the wrathful form of the King of Light appeared behind him, with three heads and six arms, each wielding a weapon, and raging karmic fire burning. That flame could burn away all illusions and point directly to the true nature.

"town!"

With a single word uttered, a lotus flower bloomed in the void.

The lotus flower was a demon-subduing lotus formed from the power of the King of Light's vows. Each petal contained the power of a mountain. When all the lotus flowers bloomed together, they pressed down on the Golden Crow.

The golden crow raised its eyes.

His gaze remained calm, even carrying a hint of appreciation.

Knowing he was no match, he still dared to step onto the stage to fight. This Great Wheel King's Dao heart was far superior to that of the other Buddhist powerhouses present.

But that's about it.

He didn't use any stance; he simply raised his hand, fingers loosely clenched, and then...

A punch was thrown. This punch, without a grand display of force, without a sky full of flames,
But the moment that punch was thrown, the Great Wheel King's expression changed.

Because what he saw was not a fist, but a great sun.

"boom!"

Their fists and palms collided.

There was no stalemate as expected, no evenly matched struggle.

The instant the Golden Crow's fist imprint touched the Great Wheel King's fist, the sky filled with demon-subduing lotuses, the heavy chains of Sanskrit inscriptions, the wrathful form of the three-headed, six-armed King, and the raging fire of karma...

Everything is still.

Then, it shattered.

The Great Wheel King's pupils shrank sharply. He clearly felt that the Vajra Body, which he had cultivated for three thousand years and refined, and which he had obtained by severing his path of cultivation, was as weak as snow meeting the sun or paper meeting fire in front of the Golden Crow's punch.

"This is impossible!"

He roared, his body radiating a surge of divine light, attempting to unleash a secret technique, to burn his cultivation and magical power, to…

late.

The Golden Crow's second punch has arrived.

He would show no mercy to the Buddhist sect; anyone who dared to fight them would die.

The moment his fist struck out, the great sun behind him suddenly expanded, expanded, and expanded again, instantly filling the entire battlefield, the entire Heavenly Ranking space, and the vision of all the immortals and Buddhas watching the battle.

The Great Wheel King wanted to dodge, but he couldn't.

I wanted to stop it, but I couldn't.

They wanted to escape, but they couldn't.

That punch locked onto his golden body, his path, his past and future, and all traces of him in the world.

"boom!"

The dull sound, though not loud, seemed to resonate in the hearts of every immortal and Buddha watching the battle.

Before everyone's eyes, the sixteen-foot-tall golden body of the Great Wheel King, the indestructible body of the King, first showed a crack between his eyebrows.

The cracks spread.

From the center of the forehead to the bridge of the nose, from the bridge of the nose to the neck, from the neck to the chest, then to the limbs, and then to the whole body.

Then... it shattered with a deafening roar.

In an instant, it collapsed into countless points of light, each point of light being a wisp of the power of the Wise King's vow. Each wisp of vow sizzled under the scorching heat of the sun's true fire, turning into blue smoke and dissipating between heaven and earth.

The image of the three-headed, six-armed Vidyaraja (King of Light) began to peel away and crumble from the top of his head, like a sandcastle caught in the tide, vanishing in an instant.

The string of celestial golden crystal prayer beads exploded simultaneously the moment the Golden Crow's fist imprint touched them, with each bead emitting a grand chant, as if sending off a shrine to the King of Light.

The most terrifying thing is that where the Great Wheel King vanished, the void was distorted, collapsed, and burning.

The Golden Crow's punch not only shattered his golden body and scattered his cultivation, but also directly erased the mark he left in the world.

From this day forward, there will be no more Great Wheel King in the world.

Even if someone else cultivates the same method and achieves the same golden body, it will not be the same person as now.

This is the annihilation of the body and the dissipation of the Tao.

The true meaning of death and the annihilation of one's spiritual essence.

Outside the battlefield, in front of the East Heavenly Gate, all was deathly silent.

The silence was so profound you could hear a pin drop.

Countless immortals and Buddhas stared wide-eyed and opened their mouths wide, but could not utter a sound.

That's the Great Wheel King!
A powerful being who emerged from the Dharma of the Protector of the Path of Buddhism, an existence who exchanged the severance of the path of cultivation for supreme combat power, whose physical body is so strong that it is known as indestructible Vajra, and who has fought against gods and great saints with the golden body of the King of Cognac.

He was actually killed by two punches?

No, to be precise, it was breaking the law with one punch, annihilating with one punch.

It was only a breath away.

"hiss!"

Someone gasped first, and soon after, gasps of astonishment rose and fell, creating a cacophony of sounds.

"The Great Wheel King...is he dead?"

"His body has perished, and he has no chance of reincarnation!"

"This Golden Crow Great Sage... what kind of ferocious power does he possess?!"

Within the Buddhist camp, several elderly monks, their faces ashen, chanted Buddhist mantras, yet none dared to step forward.

The gods of fire opened their mouths, as if to say something, but in the end they only sighed, lowered their eyes, and remained silent.

The gods of the Thunder Department looked at each other in bewilderment. The Thunder God General, who had just been defeated, trembled and felt a wave of fear wash over him. It turned out that the Golden Crow Great Sage had already shown mercy with that punch.

Otherwise, how could he have come back alive?

On the battlefield.

Jinwu withdrew his fist and stood with his hands behind his back.

The golden robe was spotless.

His expression remained calm, as if he had merely crushed an ant rather than killed a Buddhist deity.

He raised his eyes, looking beyond the battlefield, at the countless immortals and Buddhas. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Who else?"

The voice was calm and composed, yet it was like a thunderclap, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The commotion in front of the East Heavenly Gate immediately ceased, and a deathly silence fell over the area.

No one answered.

"Who else?"

The Golden Crow stood in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by the Great Sun, its divine might as imposing as a prison. Behind it, the Great Sun slowly rotated, its flames soaring into the sky, illuminating all directions, even suppressing the golden light of the Heavenly Ranking.

The immortals and Buddhas looked at each other, none daring to respond.

"I'll give it a try!"

An old dragon king from the dragon race charged into the battlefield.

The old Dragon King transformed into a true dragon, a thousand feet long, with overwhelming dragon might.

Its entire body is covered in jet-black scales, each scale shimmering with a dark, watery light. It has two horns on its head, each horn branching into nine forks, making it an extremely ferocious black dragon among the dragon race.

He opened his mouth and spat out a celestial river, its waters as black as ink—the legendary Weak Water, which kills instantly upon contact and prevents anything from floating. The Weak Water swept across the sky, corroding even the void itself, creating wisps of black smoke.

The golden crow's eyes flickered slightly, while the great sun revolved behind it.

He threw another punch.

boom!!!
The Great Sun Divine Fist slammed into the Weak Water River. The Weak Water, which was powerful enough to corrode all things, was as fragile as paper in the face of the True Sun Fire.

The sun's true fire, supremely yang and strong, is the nemesis of this extremely yin and poisonous Weak Water. The entire river instantly evaporated, turning into a sky full of white mist, within which countless essences of Weak Water dissipated.

The fist imprint slammed into the dragon's body.

The old Dragon King let out a miserable cry, his dragon scales shattered, his dragon blood splattered, and his massive dragon body flew directly out of the battlefield, crashing into the sea of ​​clouds outside the Eastern Heavenly Gate, stirring up towering waves.

Three punches, three defeats.

The entire audience fell silent.

Those immortals and Buddhas who were originally eager to try all turned pale at this moment, and no one dared to step down easily.

However, the sun did not stop shining.

He stepped forward and spoke up, "Next."

His tone was calm, yet it resonated throughout the entire hall like the voice of a divine deity. (End of Chapter)