Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

The moment Jinwu and Chixiao's eyes met, they understood each other perfectly.

At this time, Shakyamuni was at a crucial moment in merging with his past self. Although the three heavens had manifested, they were far from perfect.

In the fierce battle just now, his Thousand-Handed and Thousand-Eyed Buddha Golden Body was badly damaged, with more than half of his thousand hands broken. Although the hole in his chest caused by the Devouring Heaven Bottle was healing, pale golden blood was still seeping out.

If we don't slay his present-day form now, when will we ever get another chance?
Chixiao made the first move.

The pair of phoenix wings that blotted out the sky suddenly spread out behind her, and countless ancient incantations on the wings lit up at the same time. Crimson flames, as red as blood, surged out from the tips of the wings, turning the outer void within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles into a sea of ​​fire.

That flame was no ordinary fire, but the Five Virtues Fire that she created when she opened up the Crimson Heaven, containing the essence of her lifelong cultivation.

The raging fire blocked all of Shakyamuni's escape routes.

At the same time, the three heavens above her head manifested once more. The Xuan Heaven was above, the Huang Heaven in the middle, and the Chi Heaven below, the three heavens stacked one on top of the other, like an insurmountable divine mountain, pressing down on Shakyamuni.

Wherever the Heavenly Palace passed, the void collapsed, chaos retreated, and even the flow of time became stagnant.

Shakyamuni's expression changed slightly.

He formed a hand seal and sat down. The last remaining golden lotuses in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool bloomed simultaneously. Within each lotus, the phantom of the converted demon god emerged, roaring and soaring into the sky to meet the descending Triple Heaven Palace.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
Golden lotuses burst open under the suppression of the Heavenly Palace, transforming into a sky full of golden light of merit. The illusory figures of demons could not even withstand it for a moment before being crushed into dust. The merit water in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool dried up at a visible speed, revealing cracks on the bottom of the pool.

The blue lamp between Shakyamuni's eyebrows suddenly lit up.

A tiny flame, no bigger than a bean, flickered inside the wick.

In an instant, an invisible force spread out from the lamplight. It was the power of Sumeru Heaven, the first immortal heaven opened up by his past self. Although it had not yet been fully integrated, he could not care about anything else at this critical moment.

The lights collided with the triple heavens.

A muffled roar echoed through the void, like an ancient divine mountain collapsing or the deepest hell turning upside down. The descent of the Triple Heaven Palace was abruptly halted for a moment.

Just then, the golden crow moved.

He took a step forward, and boundless golden light transformed into a rainbow bridge beneath his feet. He appeared instantly behind Shakyamuni, like a golden rainbow piercing through heaven and earth, and then simply extended his right hand.

The moment that hand reached out, a great sun appeared in its palm.

Holding up the sun in his palm, the light emanating from it was extremely dazzling, illuminating the entire outer void in a blazing white.

The power of the Great Sun Emperor was pushed to its limit at this moment.

The golden crow turned its palm, the great sun fell, and the firelight surged down like a waterfall, silently annihilating the void, even evaporating the chaotic energy into nothingness.

Shakyamuni sensed the danger behind him, but there was nothing he could do.

Chi Xiao's three heavenly gates pressed down from the front, and he used all his strength to resist those heavenly gates, leaving him no time to worry about anything else.

Not to mention that the surrounding void had already been sealed off by Chi Xiao's Five Virtues Fire Sea, leaving him with no way to escape.

Shakyamuni sighed softly, and a resolute look appeared on his solemn face. He clasped his hands together, chanted Buddhist mantras, and the flame of the blue lamp between his brows suddenly burst open.

boom!
The power of Sumeru Heaven was fully released at this moment, transforming into a beam of azure light that shot into the sky. The beam of light crashed into the three heavenly gates, actually causing those three insurmountable heavenly gates to rise upwards.

At the same time, Shakyamuni's figure retreated rapidly.

He sacrificed the entire Sumeru Heaven in exchange for a sliver of hope.

But Jinwu moved even faster than him.

hum!
On the palm that was supporting the great sun, an ancient, dark bottle suddenly appeared.

The treasure vase floated and sank, casting countless rays of dark light.

Click!

A crisp sound of bone cracking echoed in the void.

The Buddha's golden body, with its majestic head, was swallowed whole by the vase, which twisted it off its neck. Pale golden blood gushed from the severed neck like a fountain, spraying dozens of feet into the air.

The blood contained the Buddha's wisdom and power; each drop was as heavy as a mountain. When it fell into the void, it smashed holes in the void; when it fell into chaos, it evaporated the chaos into nothingness.

The headless Buddha's body had its palms clasped together, radiating a dazzling Buddhist light. The sound of chanting emanated from the severed head, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Jinwu didn't care about any of that. He flipped his right hand, and the Devouring Heaven Bottle appeared in his palm. The black bottle floated in his hand, and a deep abyss was slowly rotating inside the bottle. That was the Heavenly Abyss, the manifestation of the laws of the Devouring Heaven Dao.

“Buddha, beheading you today is just the beginning.”

The golden crow spoke, its voice as calm as still water.

boom!
The Devouring Bottle trembled violently, and countless ancient incantations on its surface lit up simultaneously. These incantations, layer upon layer, densely intertwined, forming a large net that firmly locked the head inside the bottle.

The abyss spun, beginning to devour.

Shakyamuni's head struggled violently inside the Devouring Bottle, the blue lamp between his brows flickering incessantly, trying to break free from the abyss's constraints.

But a head that has lost its foundation of power cannot break through the Devouring Bottle, which evolved from the authority of the Great Sun Emperor.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

The light of the green lamp grew dimmer and dimmer.

Finally, at the seventh breath, the green lamp went out completely.

At the same time, the brilliance in Shakyamuni's eyes completely vanished.

Deep within the Devouring Heaven Bottle, a bright pearl emerged.

That was the portion of the Great Sun's authority that had been refined by the Great Sun Tathagata and inherited by Shakyamuni. At this moment, this portion of authority finally broke free from the Buddha's control, slowly rotating within the Devouring Heaven Bottle, radiating an extremely pure golden light.

The golden crow took a deep breath and inhaled deeply.

The pearl flew out of the Devouring Heaven Bottle and disappeared into its mouth.

In an instant, the golden crow radiated boundless light.

The brilliance, intensity, and purity of that light surpassed any previous instance.

He transformed into a true sun, suspended in the void beyond the realm, its light illuminating the ten directions and three realms, the nine heavens, and the netherworld.

At that moment, all living beings in the Three Realms saw that great sun.

It's not two wheels, but one.

The great sun that originally hung in the ninth heaven's Sun and Moon Heaven began to gradually merge with the great sun condensed from the Golden Crow's authority.

The two suns in the sky begin to fade at this moment.

The ancient sun and the power of the Great Sun Emperor slowly approached each other in the void. Between the two suns, countless golden rays intertwined, merged, and resonated.

The moment when the two suns completely overlap.

The Three Realms were shaken.

The nine heavens roared simultaneously, and the 365 main stars and 14,800 auxiliary stars shone with unprecedented brilliance.

The stars in the heavens began to revolve along some mysterious trajectory, with the sun at the center.

A colossal wave surged within the Starry Sea, and countless stars rearranged themselves under the influence of that force, transforming the previously scattered star map into a well-ordered whole. At this moment, all the celestial constellations finally had a true master.

In the mortal world, all living beings look up at the sky.

The great sun hung high in the sky, its light shining in all directions, warm yet not dazzling, bright yet not scorching. It was the true lord of all stars, the great sun emperor favored by heaven and earth.

In the bright sunlight, a magnificent golden crow could be vaguely seen flapping its wings and soaring through the air.

The golden crow was entirely golden, its feathers as if cast from the purest gold, each feather shimmering with the radiance of the sun. It soared through the sun, uttering a clear, melodious cry. The cry descended from the heavens, piercing through countless celestial palaces, and resounding throughout every corner of the Three Realms.

That was the announcement of the return of the Great Sun Emperor, the celebration of the birth of the Lord of Stars, and the declaration that a being capable of contending with Golden Immortals had officially stepped onto the stage of the Three Realms.

At this moment, countless immortals, Buddhas, demons and monsters throughout the Three Realms bowed their heads.

Praises resounded throughout the Three Realms.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

"We congratulate the Emperor!"

The headless golden body of Shakyamuni, after losing its head and authority, finally could not hold on and began to collapse.

The towering golden body of the Thousand-Armed, Thousand-Eyed Buddha, starting from the severed neck, was cracked in all directions. Wherever the cracks passed, golden Buddhist light poured out, like blood flowing from a wound.

boom!
The golden body completely collapsed, turning into a sky full of golden light that dissipated into the outer void.

The Buddha's present-day body thus passed away.

However, the Buddha did not truly die.

Only his present-day form, namely Shakyamuni, perished.

Even a powerful Golden Immortal's body may perish, but their Dao will not. As long as their celestial realm remains, as long as their Dao essence endures, they will one day return.

The Buddha created the Sumeru Heaven, the Sun and Moon Heaven, and the Netherworld Heaven. His foundation was so profound that as long as these three heavens remain, there will always be a chance for them to make a comeback.

But that's a matter for later.

At this moment, Jinwu had only one feeling in his heart.

Consummation.

The true Great Perfection.

With the power of the Great Sun completely unified, his position as the Great Sun Emperor was finally truly deserved. From then on, he was the only Great Sun in the Three Realms, the Lord of all stars, and the Emperor favored by Heaven and Earth.

Even a powerful Golden Immortal would have three-tenths of his strength diminished if he fought him in the Three Realms.

If he were outside the Three Realms, he might not be a match for those old monsters who had created multiple celestial realms. But as long as he remained within the Three Realms, he was invincible.

Just as the Golden Crow was immersed in the joy of the perfect power of the Great Sun.

A voice suddenly rang in his mind.

The voice was old and weary, yet it carried an indescribable sorrow. It did not seem to come from the outside world, but rather from the depths of his heart, from the portion of the Great Sun's authority he had just swallowed.

"Buddha is the Way... Beware of Him... Remember! Remember!"

That was the voice of Buddha.

The smile on Jinwu's face suddenly froze.

Is Buddhism the same as Taoism?

Beware of Him?
Who is that "He"?
He subconsciously activated his Time-Traveling Divine Power, immersing his mind in the long river of time, wanting to uncover the secrets behind those words.

In the long river of time, the future remains shrouded in a thick, impenetrable fog, making it impossible to see clearly.

But as those words that had just surfaced in my mind appeared, the fog surrounding NIO's past seemed to dissipate for a moment.

He vaguely saw a figure from behind.

Or rather, three overlapping silhouettes.

Those overlapping figures severed the future of the river of time, causing it to completely stop flowing, leaving only emptiness ahead, turning into an abyss.

Jinwu only glanced at it, but felt his mind and spirit shake violently.

The Time-Traveling Divine Power issued a frantic warning, far stronger than any before. Almost instinctively, he severed his connection with the River of Time, his mind returning to the present world.

His back was soaked with cold sweat.

"what happened to you?"

Chi Xiao's voice came from beside him.

Jinwu took a deep breath, suppressing the tremor in his heart, and turned to look at Chixiao. The handsome young man's face had returned to calm, but a lingering solemnity remained deep within his golden pupils.

"nothing."

He shook his head, not speaking of Buddha's warning or what he had just seen.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Chi Xiao, but rather that the scene he witnessed was too terrifying.

The river of time has stopped flowing... What does this mean?!

It signifies that the entire Three Realms will inevitably be destroyed, all living beings will perish, and all of this originates from that figure in the background.

It was He who severed the future and suppressed the Three Realms.

The figure that seemed to be one person actually manifested as three figures, and behind them were layers upon layers of celestial palaces that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"At least above the tenth level of heaven... How is this possible? Who could it be?"

Jinwu felt a chill run down his spine, and dared not tell anyone about it until he had figured out the truth.

Chi Xiao glanced at him, seemingly noticing something, but did not press the matter.

Just as she was about to speak, her expression suddenly changed, and she looked up at a certain direction in the sky.

The golden crow sensed it as well and looked up at the same time.

In the chaos beyond the heavens, an ancient bell was slowly rotating.

The ancient bell was entirely bronze in color and floated in the chaos. With each rotation, it emitted a deep chime. Wherever the bell's sound passed, the chaos retreated, the clear and the turbid separated, and the earth, water, fire, and wind evolved.

A figure with an ancient bell on its head walked towards them.

Beneath its feet, starlight paves the way, gods and demons pay homage, creating a magnificent spectacle.

He was a young man, appearing to be in his early twenties, tall and slender, dressed in a plain white Taoist robe. His face was handsome and gentle, with a natural composure in his eyes, as if nothing in the world could move him.

It was Jiang Shu.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, as if he were strolling leisurely. With each step, starlight would bloom beneath his feet, paving a grand avenue that stretched into the chaos.

Jinwu's gaze fell on Jiang Shu's face, but he inexplicably felt that something was wrong.

The Jiang Shu of the past had a gentle and clear gaze, carrying a pride and composure that came from the very core of his being.

But even though he had already attained the Golden Immortal realm, his spirits were dim.
His lips curled up slightly, as if he were smiling, yet also as if he were crying.

"I see...I see..."

Jiang Shu murmured, his voice filled with a sense of realization, sorrow, mockery, and an indescribable bitterness.

He walked and laughed.

The laughter grew louder and louder, and more and more mournful.

"I see!"

He laughed loudly, his laughter echoing through the chaos, causing the void to tremble. (End of Chapter)