Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

The Spring Breeze and Rain Blade is delicate and tender, the Sky-Covering Blade is fierce and torrential, the Autumn Wind and White Dew Blade is bleak and chilling, and the Winter Snow and Ice Blade is awe-inspiring and cold.

The essence of the four seasons circulated endlessly amidst the flashing blades, and the azure blade light gradually lost its color boundaries, transforming into a purer and more ancient power.

Wind, rain, thunder, and lightning swirled around the Dharma image. The wind and rain were not ordinary wind and rain, but wind and rain containing the power of the four seasons' cycle; the thunder was not ordinary thunder, but thunder containing the principle of the alternation of day and night.

The incantations of the twenty-four solar terms emerged from nothingness, surging and flowing through the void like a galaxy. The incantations of each solar term—Beginning of Spring, Rain Water, Awakening of Insects, Spring Equinox, Pure Brightness, Grain Rain—were shining, resonating, and rearranging themselves in some mysterious way.

Bai Fengxian's breathing gradually became long and deep.

Her every breath was in sync with the pulse of heaven and earth, with the rise and fall of the tides, and with the howling of the wind.

Over the past twelve years, in the process of harmonizing wind, rain, thunder, and lightning with the Wind Mother Method and rotating the twenty-four solar terms of the four seasons, she has unknowingly touched upon a deeper layer of the laws of heaven and earth.

The changes in wind, rain, thunder, and lightning are closely related to the changing of the four seasons, which in turn involve the alternation of day and night. And within the alternation of day and night and the rotation of the four seasons, the passage of time is contained.

At this moment, twelve years of accumulation and twelve years of understanding transformed into lines of text on the system panel, appearing and disappearing like flowing water.

boom!!

After an unknown amount of time, the twenty-four sword lights behind the Wind Mother's Dharma Image completely merged into one.

It transformed into an even more ancient, grander, and more profound power. Like a dragon that had slumbered for millennia awakening from the earth, like an ancient god sealed for countless years opening its eyes anew.

The azure incantations surrounding the image of the Wind Mother began to fade, the silver moonlight began to collapse inward, and the azure crown shattered inch by inch, turning into a shower of light that drifted across the sky.

The bright moon pearl on the Taiyin crown let out a final mournful cry, then exploded with a deafening roar, its fragments transforming into countless streams of light that flew in all directions.

The body of the Dharma image was expanding, twisting, and changing. It was as if a butterfly was breaking free from the cocoon, or as if a snake was shedding its old skin.

The form of the Wind Mother Dharma Image was reshaped amidst the collapse. After the blue crown robe shattered, it revealed crimson scales, each scale inscribed with dense Dao incantations, exuding an ancient and primordial aura.

what is that?
High above, countless eyes were simultaneously fixed on the direction of the East China Sea.

Those immortals, gods, demons, and monsters hiding in various parts of the Three Realms all felt an aura that made their souls tremble rising from the shores of the East Sea.

The aura was vast and ancient, as if it had existed between heaven and earth since the beginning of time, but had been dormant in the deepest part of the bloodline, and had finally awakened at this moment.

Bai Fengxian suddenly opened her eyes.

Her pupils changed.

Those eyes, which were originally as clear as autumn water, have now become a pair of vertical pupils.

In his left eye, a blazing sun shone, radiating dazzling daylight, its rays piercing the clouds and soaring straight to the heavens.

Within his right eye shone a bright moon, emanating the deep, tranquil aura of the night, its depths as profound as an abyss, penetrating straight into the netherworld.

Two beams of light shot out from her pupils, piercing through the heavens and earth, dispelling all the clouds above the East Sea and turning it into a clear sky.

She stood at the intersection of two beams of light, her white feather robe fluttering in the light, and the rocks beneath her bare feet began to tremble violently.

Behind her, the form of the Wind Mother Dharma completely collapsed.

Instead, a dragon's roar resounded.

The dragon's roar emanated from the light rain of the collapsing Dharma form. At first, it was low and deep like distant thunder, but then it grew louder and louder, until it finally transformed into a dragon's roar that shook the three realms.

The dragon's roar pierced through the nine heavens, reaching the nine realms, spreading throughout the three realms, penetrating the earth, and entering the nine netherworlds, reaching the ears of every living being in the four seas and eight wastelands.

Countless mortals looked up at the sky, only to see the once clear sky instantly turn into night. Then, a pupil like the sun opened, looking down upon all living beings. In just a few breaths, the night turned into day.

Day and night alternate, changing a full nine times.

This astonishing phenomenon caused countless immortals, gods, demons, and monsters to fly out of their caves, gazing in utter horror toward the East Sea.

A colossal dragon, its body stretching for thousands of miles and entirely crimson, slowly rose from the shores of the East China Sea.

The dragon was enormous. Its body coiled above the East China Sea, its head held high, reaching into the clouds, while its tail drooped into the unfathomable depths of the ocean.

Each scale is as large as a mountain, and it is engraved with dense Daoist incantations. Its four dragon claws are pressed on the East Sea, surrounded by wind, clouds, thunder and lightning.

The most terrifying thing is its eyes.

The left eye is a blazing sun, its golden light dazzling; when it is open, it is daytime, and darkness vanishes wherever its light reaches. The right eye is a bright moon, its silvery radiance like water; when it is closed, it is nighttime, and all things fall silent wherever its dim light envelops them.

"The Candle Dragon?!"

"Is it Zhulong?"

Some gods and demons murmured in surprise and uncertainty.

Zhulong.

In ancient mythology, a great god who controls day and night, the four seasons, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.

It is said that when it opens its eyes it is daytime, and when it closes its eyes it is nighttime; when it blows it is winter, and when it exhales it is summer; when it breathes it is wind, when it exhales it is wind and rain, and when it blows it is thunder and lightning.

It is the embodiment of the laws of heaven and earth, and the keeper of the way of time.

This deity only appears in myths and legends and has never appeared in the real world.

However, at this moment, a Zhulong appeared on the shore of the East Sea.

At this moment, Bai Fengxian felt extremely happy.

The shackles of the Bai family bloodline shattered at that moment.

The bloodline of the Wind Mother underwent a transformation and sublimation, being replaced by the older and more powerful bloodline of the Candle Dragon.

The image of the Wind Mother also transformed into this image of the Candle Dragon that reaches the heavens and the earth.
The original Wind Mother Divine Power was completely fused into one in this instant, transforming into a natal divine power.

The Eye of Time, also known as the Candle Dragon's Lamp.

As her Dharma form transformed, her cultivation and magical power also increased accordingly, aiming to ascend to the heavens and enter the realm of immortals.

However, at that very moment, the weather in the heavens suddenly changed.

A violent surge of lightning erupted from the ninth heaven, and a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a pillar descended from the sky, cleaving through the clouds and illuminating the entire East China Sea. Where the lightning struck, the seawater was evaporated, creating a massive crater hundreds of miles in circumference, with steam rising into the sky and transforming into a white mist that blotted out the sun.

Amidst the lightning, countless figures descended from the sky.

The first thing to fall was a large flag. The flagpole was made of lightning-struck wood, and the flag was as black as ink, with the four divine symbols of the Thunder God General embroidered on it in purple lightning patterns.

The great flag landed on the East China Sea, the flagpole was inserted into the sea, the flag fluttered in the wind, and the sea surface within a radius of a thousand miles was instantly covered by lightning, turning into a thunderous swamp.

Three thousand thunder soldiers descended from the thunder swamp. Each of these soldiers was eight feet tall and wore silver thunder-patterned armor. Arcs of electricity crackled and popped on the surface of the armor.

Holding thunder spears and halberds, they stood on thunderclouds, their movements perfectly synchronized, the three thousand men forming a single entity. The tips of the thunder spears flashed with blinding lightning, and purple electricity flowed from the blades of the thunder halberds. The aura emanating from each thunder soldier was enough to chill one to the bone.

Thirty-six Thunder Generals charged out on thunderous warhorses. The warhorses were formed entirely of lightning, their hooves treading on electricity, their manes flying like dancing thunder serpents.

The Thunder Generals were clad in deep purple heavy armor inlaid with thunder orbs, wielding thunder hammers, whips, swords, and axes—each weapon imbued with thunderous power capable of cleaving mountains. Their faces were concealed behind masked armor, revealing only pairs of eyes that gleamed with lightning.

At the very front of the army was a thunder chariot.

The thunder chariot was pulled by nine thunder dragons, their heads raised high, emitting a deep thunderous roar.

The Thunder Chariot itself was forged from an unknown divine iron, and its surface was inlaid with thirty-six thunder pearls, each containing the power of thunder tribulation enough to destroy a celestial mountain.

The thunder chariot rolled through the void, and wherever the wheels passed, the void distorted slightly.

On the thunder chariot stood a mighty divine general, twelve feet tall.

It was none other than General Lei, who had a long-standing grudge against Bai Fengxian.

He wore a helmet shaped like a thunder beast devouring the sky, with a pair of curved thunder horns on top, between which lightning constantly leaped.

Clad in deep purple lightning-patterned armor, with a pair of wind and lightning wings unfolding on his back, the wings are interwoven with lightning and storms, each flap bringing forth a burst of lightning.

General Lei Gong stood there, holding the Thunder Hammer in his left hand and the Electric Chisel in his right. The void within a hundred feet radius was slightly distorted by the violent power of thunder, and the surface of the thunder chariot beneath his feet constantly emitted dazzling electric sparks.

He was like a thunder god descending to earth, wielding divine punishment, his power overwhelming.

The god who wielded thunder looked at Bai Fengxian, his pupils filled with undisguised fear and killing intent.

It would have been one thing if this woman had only cultivated the Wind Mother Dharma Form, but now she has actually transformed into the Candle Dragon Dharma Form and ventured into the power of thunder, which is something he cannot accept.

Although the Heavenly Court has collapsed, the opponent controls wind, rain, thunder, and lightning with the Candle Dragon Dharma Form, and will inevitably become a major threat in the future. Now is the best time to kill the opponent, as their Dharma Form has just undergone a transformation and their foundation is unstable.

"Goddess of Lightning, why don't you show yourself? When will you?"

General Lei's voice echoed between heaven and earth, resounding in all directions. The thunderous roar and the crashing waves mingled together, sweeping across the sky and the earth.

A short while later, a golden light descended.

A graceful and elegant goddess appeared. She looked to be in her early thirties, with a beautiful face and exquisite features, but her temperament was sharp and piercing.

She wore a palace dress with a hem that trailed three feet on the ground, and a crown with nine phoenixes facing the sun. Each of the nine golden phoenixes held a precious pearl in its beak, and lightning flashed within the pearls.

In his left hand he held a precious mirror, its surface as smooth as water, reflecting countless flashes of lightning; in his right hand he held a lightning whip, its body woven from countless fine electric chains, with a single point of golden lightning at the tip that was extremely dazzling.

It was none other than the Golden Light Holy Mother and the Heavenly Lord of Lightning.

She stood on the cloud, looking down at Bai Fengxian on the reef with a complicated expression. Back then, in order to compete with General Leigong for power, she protected Bai Fengxian, who had just been named the Wind Mother.

But times have changed. Back then, a great battle between Golden Immortals caused the heavens and the earth to collapse. In order to save her life, she joined forces with General Lei Gong and they later became Daoist partners and husband and wife.

At this moment, facing Bai Fengxian, a deity who had cultivated the Dharma form of the Candle Dragon, she was filled with apprehension. Although she did not want to be her enemy, she knew that General Leigong and Bai Fengxian were mortal enemies.

Back then, General Lei Gong attacked Bai Fengxian time and again, so it could be said that the two sides were already irreconcilable enemies, with only one side willing to die for the other.

"Truly, fate is cruel!" She sighed softly and said to Bai Fengxian, "Fengmu Yuanjun, I had no choice but to take action today."

"Today's battle is not about the past, but about life and death, victory and defeat."

As they spoke, three thousand thunder soldiers and thirty-six thunder generals arrayed themselves in battle formation above the East China Sea, their thunder intertwining to form a net that sealed off the entire sea area completely.

The lightning shone on the armor of every lightning soldier and general, reflecting a dazzling light. From afar, it looked as if a purple sun was rising above the East China Sea.

Bai Fengxian looked up at the sky, watching the overwhelming thunderous formation, her expression calm as still water.

There was no fear, no anger, not even a ripple in those vertical pupils; only an unfathomable calm, like that of an ancient well.

General Lei Gong stepped forward, and the thunder chariot followed, rolling forward and rolling through the void, producing a thunderous roar.

He looked at the Zhulong Dharma Image behind Bai Fengxian, and even felt a trace of fear. As the Zhulong Dharma Image that controls wind, rain, thunder, the changing of the four seasons, and the alternation of day and night, it was simply born to be the master of the Thunder Department.

He absolutely cannot allow this to happen.

"Bai Fengxian!"

General Lei Gong spoke, his voice booming like thunder across the East China Sea. Every word shook the sea, causing giant waves to rise and the void to tremble slightly: "Today, the two of us are locked in a life-or-death struggle."

You have been traveling through the Three Realms without permission for twelve years, altering celestial phenomena and manipulating wind and rain.

"Let's do it!"

Before he finished speaking, General Lei Gong slammed his thunder hammer down.

The hammer struck the electric chisel, and the lightning that had been accumulating at the chisel tip suddenly erupted.

The thunderbolts transformed into a thunder spear that reached the heavens and the earth. The spear was as thick as a mountain and immeasurably long. A point of dazzling white light at the tip of the spear seemed capable of splitting the heavens and the earth apart.

Wherever the lightning spear passed, a dark rift was torn open in the void, and the air was ionized into plasma, emitting a piercing explosion, before stabbing down on Bai Fengxian on the reef.

At the same time, all thirty-six Lei generals made their move.

Thunder hammers slammed down, thunder whips lashed out, thunder blades cleaved, and thunder axes bombarded—thirty-six different forms of thunderous divine powers intertwined, transforming into a thunderous net covering a radius of a thousand miles.

Three thousand thunder soldiers followed closely behind, their thunder spears and halberds thrusting out in perfect unison. Three thousand bolts of lightning converged into a long river of thunder, sweeping mightily towards Bai Fengxian.

The Golden Light Mother stood on a cloud, her lightning whip trembling slightly.

"I'm sorry."

She flipped the electron microscope in her hand, and Bai Fengxian's figure was reflected in the mirror.

Thousands of bolts of lightning erupted from the mirror, transforming into countless silver snake-like arcs of electricity, which merged with the attacks of the other thunder gods, crashing down from the sky.

The entire East China Sea was illuminated by lightning.

The light was so dazzling that it was as if ten thousand suns were rising from the sea at the same time.

The deafening roar of thunder echoed throughout the Three Realms, causing the remaining celestial palaces in the Nine Heavens to tremble in the thunder.

The ordinary people along the coast looked in terror toward the East China Sea, witnessing a sight they would never forget. Countless bolts of lightning rained down from the sky like a torrential downpour, engulfing the entire East China Sea in a destructive electric arc.

However, Bai Fengxian remained calm and composed in the face of this overwhelming electric lightning.

A colossal dragon stretching for thousands of miles appeared above the East China Sea.

The crimson dragon's body coiled between heaven and earth, its head held high, soaring into the heavens, while its tail drooped into the unfathomable depths of the sea.

The Candle Dragon opened its eyes, and the entire East Sea suddenly became as bright as day.

Zhulong closed his eyes, and the world was plunged into darkness. (End of Chapter)