Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Wu Tian smiled slightly at Huo Huang, then turned around to face west, towards the enormous golden Buddha statue.

Just then, the Devouring Heaven Demon Art on his body began to slowly fade away.

Her jet-black hair, starting from the roots, gradually turned golden, dazzling and intense, as if formed from condensed sunlight. It fluttered in the wind, each strand seemingly burning, radiating a warm and dazzling light.

The unfathomable blackness in his pupils gradually faded, replaced by a pair of golden eyes, as if the sun were revolving within them, shining brilliantly.

A pair of golden wings slowly unfolded behind it, each feather as if cast in gold, flowing with brilliant light, with countless intricate incantations flowing around it, each incantation containing the mysteries of the great sun's light.

A great sun slowly rose and fell behind him, radiating endless light and heat, illuminating the surrounding void. Within the sun, a three-legged golden crow could be vaguely seen soaring with outstretched wings.

Wu Tian stood there, his long golden hair hanging down, his divine wings spread, and the sun rising and falling.

He radiated an aura that was impossible to look directly at, like a sun god descending to earth, noble and majestic.

However, if you sense it carefully, you can discover...

His aura was significantly weaker than when he was in his Devouring Heaven Body state.

The Devouring Heaven Body he just displayed was a half-step he took on the foundation of the perfected Great Sun Light Path, touching the threshold of the Golden Immortal realm and giving him the strength to directly confront or even suppress Avalokiteshvara.

Now, with the Devouring Heaven Dao gone, he has returned to the perfect state of the Great Sun Light Dao, which is the Great Sage Nine Heavens Perfection.

In fact, whether it is the Great Sage who has reached the ninth level of perfection or the overlord who has reached the third level of perfection of the Immortal Realm, they have already reached the end of their cultivation when they have reached perfection on the path they have chosen.

Only by reaching the pinnacle of enlightenment and opening up a new world beyond the path of perfection can one possibly embark on the path to becoming a Golden Immortal.

This being who has begun to touch the path of the Golden Immortal can also be called a half-step Golden Immortal.

They have taken another half step on their path to perfection.

However, this kind of cultivation is not perfect and cannot be maintained for a long time. It can only be used as a trump card at critical moments.

Just like Avalokiteshvara, her path of red beauty and white bones also reached perfection, condensing karmic fire from the supreme vitality and creation. However, that karmic fire is a consumable, requiring time and effort to condense, and cannot be used indefinitely.

Like Shen Hongyu, she reached the pinnacle of the Yin Dao, where Yin gives rise to Yang, and with the help of that pure Yang energy, she mastered the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.

However, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife also has its drawbacks. It cannot be perfectly integrated with one's own cultivation and Taoist practice, and instead becomes an existence that is almost like an external magic weapon.

Wu Tian's Devouring Heaven Dao is the same.

That was the method he had gleaned from the ultimate sublimation of the path of the Great Sun's Light and from the imagery of a collapsing star.

In that state, his Devouring Heaven Body was extremely terrifying, even able to suppress Avalokiteshvara head-on.

However, he couldn't stay in that state for long; it could only be used as a trump card.

Once you withdraw, you need to accumulate experience and regroup, and you need to undergo intense battles to reach a higher level before you can step into that realm again.

This is the "half-step" on the path to becoming a Golden Immortal.

This half-step, though seemingly only half a step away from a true Golden Immortal, is in reality worlds apart.

True Golden Immortals are perfect, eternal, and flawless in their Dao. They can reside in wondrous realms for a long time and even create heaven and earth with their own supernatural powers.

Those who have taken only half a step can only glimpse the scenery of that realm for a very short time.

But this half-step is enough to make them surpass their peers and gain the qualifications to contend with higher-level beings.

Wu Tian gazed at the enormous golden statue of Buddha.

His gaze was calm and composed, without fear or anger, simply gazing quietly at the golden statue.

Then, he raised his hand.

The Devouring Heaven Bottle slowly rotated in his palm.

The bottle mouth faces upwards, and within the bottle body, a dark vortex is swirling.

Wu Tian stretched out his finger and gently tapped the bottle.

hum! !

The Devouring Heaven Bottle trembled slightly, and a figure slowly emerged from the dark vortex at the bottle's mouth.

Guanyin was sitting cross-legged in the mouth of the bottle, her hands forming a mudra, with a faint Buddhist light flowing around her. Her hair was disheveled, and the bloodstain on her cheek from the flying dagger that had slashed her face was still visible. Her face was pale and haggard.

Throughout the Three Realms, countless immortals, Buddhas, gods, and demons witnessed this scene.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief and showed a knowing look.

"As expected, the Rabbit Star Lord still didn't dare to really kill Guan Zizai."

"Nonsense, even the Buddha himself has intervened. If he still dares to make a move, wouldn't he be courting death?"

"It seems we have to compromise. Well, it's better than things getting out of control."

"What a pity... I thought I was going to see a good show."

Discussions rose and fell.

When Huohuang saw Guanzizai, she turned to look at Wu Tian, ​​a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

"you……"

She wanted to say something, but the words stuck in her throat.

In fact, she was extremely wary of the Buddha. He was too deeply hidden, having reincarnated several times, each time becoming a Golden Immortal, with a foundation so profound that it was terrifying.

She wasn't afraid of a complete breakdown in relations, but she wasn't entirely confident she could save the golden crow's life.

After all... that was the Buddha!

Despite her rationality, Huo Huang felt somewhat annoyed and didn't even want to look at Wu Tian anymore.

Just then, Wu Tian spoke up.

His voice was very soft, as soft as a sigh in the wind, yet in this utterly silent world, it clearly reached every corner of the Three Realms.

"Gourd, please turn around!"

Without anyone noticing, he reached out with his other hand and took down the yellow gourd hanging from his waist.

That gourd was ordinary and looked unremarkable.

But when Wu Tian gently patted the gourd, the mouth of the gourd suddenly trembled and emitted a clear, melodious buzzing sound.

The buzzing sound was like the whistling of a knife, or the roar of a dragon, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

At the mouth of the gourd, a beam of white light was gathering.

The light was initially just a faint ray, but in an instant it became dazzling.

hum! !

The moment that beam of white light shot out from the gourd's mouth, the world lost its color.

A flash of light...

Avalokiteshvara's head was severed from his neck.

The cut was incredibly smooth, as if it had been sliced ​​through a block of tofu with the sharpest knife. There was no gushing blood, no screams, not even a struggle.

Guanzizai, who was sitting cross-legged at the mouth of the bottle, swayed slightly, and was then slowly swallowed by the Devouring Bottle, gradually turning into a pool of pus and blood.

The head fell from the bottle's mouth, tumbling in the void, its long, black hair spreading out in the wind like a blooming black lotus.

On that stunningly beautiful face, her eyes were still open, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something.

Wu Tian reached out, grabbed the long, black hair on the head, and lifted the head into his hand.

He glanced down, then looked up towards the west, at the enormous golden statue of Buddha, a defiant smile playing on his lips.

"Didn't you want to observe the self-liberation?"

He spoke, his voice calm and composed, as if he had just killed not a Buddhist leader, but a chicken by the roadside.

"Here you go."

After saying that, he raised his hand and threw the head westward.

The head traced an arc in the air, flying towards the enormous golden statue of Buddha.

In an instant, the three realms fell silent, and all the gods were put to rest.

Everyone is stupid.

Even the Fire Phoenix stared blankly at the head.

Dead silence.

The Three Realms were utterly silent.

There was no wind, no clouds, no sound. All the immortals, Buddhas, gods, and demons were stunned at this moment.

Their eyes widened, their mouths gaped open, and they held their breath, as if someone had grabbed their throats.

Inside the South Heavenly Gate, the halberd in the golden-armored star lord's hand clattered to the ground, but he was completely unaware. His eyes were fixed on the west, on the head tumbling in the void, his face filled with disbelief.

"He...he really killed him?"

His voice was so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable, as if someone had choked him.

"He's gone mad... He's gone mad... He's really gone mad..."

A Buddhist master's rosary snapped with a "crack," scattering its 108 beads across the ground, rolling everywhere. But he didn't even glance at them, simply staring blankly at the mortal realm below.

"This...this..."

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Someone uttered a question that sounded almost like a groan.

"How...how could he dare..."

Kong Lingxuan stood on the fiery cloud, completely motionless as if struck by lightning.

Only one thought echoed in his mind.

He killed Avalokiteshvara… He really killed Avalokiteshvara… In front of the Buddha… In front of all sentient beings in the three realms…

"It's over..." he muttered to himself, "He's dead..."

Even with his mother protecting the golden crow, he was doomed.

A powerful Golden Immortal has too many methods to guard against if he wants to kill someone.

He will surely die unless he stays with his mother for eternity.

And in the Kunlun Wonderland, in the Bright Moon Cave.

Shen Hongyu stood inside the pavilion, looking up at the west.

In her hand, a wine cup shattered into powder, and tiny shards of pottery fell through her fingers, scattering in the wind.

"You really are..."

She murmured, her voice as soft as a sigh in the wind.

"He's a madman."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"If you die, I will have no choice but to fight to the death."

"As expected, I still have to rely on myself!"

Shen Hongyu stopped looking at it. Her time was precious, and she wanted to dedicate every minute and second to her cultivation.

She wanted to ask the Golden Immortal for guidance in the final moments of her life.

If I fail, I will die trying.

Even in death, I would rather die than become someone else's plaything.

……

At this moment, under the watchful eyes of all beings in the Three Realms, Guanyin, whose head had been thrown into the air, suddenly opened her eyes.

"We...will meet again."

The blood-stained head of the beautiful woman transformed into a sky full of Buddhist light and vanished without a trace after she uttered those words.

This Buddhist leader in the human realm, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who has cultivated for eight thousand years, is a ruthless person feared and respected by countless immortals, Buddhas, gods, and demons.

Her true form has completely perished.

Suppressed by the Devouring Heaven Bottle, she was powerless to resist the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, and the very foundation of her existence was completely severed.

She is really dead.

That head is not a real entity; it is essentially the last imprint left by Avalokiteshvara in the world, which will completely dissipate after a period of time.

Wu Tian deliberately kept the head and threw it at the Buddha in an almost humiliating manner.

This is a blatant insult!

Guanzizai, unwilling to be humiliated, voluntarily removed the last trace of his mark.

As the head dissipated into Buddhist light, countless translucent white petals suddenly appeared in the sky and slowly drifted down from the air.

At the same time, a torrential downpour began, but the rainwater was crimson, exuding a strong stench of blood, and disappeared after hitting the ground.

White lotuses fall from the sky, blood rains down, petals intertwined with the blood rain, as if blood-red petals are withering away.

The three realms were all turned blood-red.

A near-immortal has fallen, and strange phenomena have appeared in the sky.

Countless immortals, Buddhas, gods, and demons stood amidst the blood rain, gazing up at the sky, at the petals falling from the heavens, and at the dissipating Buddha light in the Buddha's palm.

After a brief silence...

The Three Realms were in an uproar.

"Avalokitesvara has fallen!"

"He has truly perished! Before the Buddha! Before all sentient beings in the three realms!"

"The Star Lord of the Rabbit Day... he really killed Guanyin!"

"He's gone mad! He's completely gone mad! How dare he?! How dare he?!"

"The Buddhist community will not let him go! The Buddha will not let him go! He's doomed! He's doomed!"

"So what if he has the protection of the Yellow Heaven Lord? How dare he?"

"It's over, it's over, this is going to be a huge disaster. The Buddhist sect and the Phoenix lineage are probably going to have a complete falling out!"

All eyes were focused on the enormous golden statue of Buddha.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for the Buddha's response.

The Buddha of the West, with his towering golden body, remained calm, showing no anger, no sadness, and not even any emotion.

He simply watched quietly, as if watching a leaf fall from a branch, or a flower wither in the wind.

Then, he looked up.

His gaze pierced through the void, through the falling petals, through the fine, continuous rain of blood, and landed on Wu Tian.

That gaze was terrifyingly calm.

There was no murderous intent, no anger, and no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

But it was precisely this calm that made people feel a chill that went deep into their bones.

The Buddha gave Wu Tian a deep look.

then……

The Buddha's golden body began to dissipate.

The towering golden body, starting from its edge, gradually transformed into golden specks of light, merging into the void. As the golden body dissipated, the boundless Buddhist light also receded, and the chanting that enveloped heaven and earth gradually faded away.

Everything disappeared.

The western horizon returned to its usual appearance. As the sun set, the afterglow, like blood, dyed half the sky a dark red.

All the immortals, Buddhas, gods, and demons who witnessed this felt a sense of oppression in their hearts. Everyone knew that the Buddhist sect would never let this go so easily.

With Guanyin's demise, the Star Lord of the Rabbit Day will inevitably be purged.

In these three realms, the Golden Immortals are Heaven, are the Law, are the Principle. Their will is the Will of Heaven.

If the Buddha said he would die, then he would definitely die.

unless……

He possesses the power to rival the Buddha.

In the eyes of almost all immortals, Buddhas, demons, and monsters, Mao Ri Xingjun was already a dead man.

It's only a matter of time. (End of Chapter)