Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Chapter 80 The White Bone Relic (Please Subscribe)

Wu Tian glanced at the ancient sword on Chi Limu's back, and even from a distance, he could almost hear the roar of a dragon.

That sword was terrifying; it was definitely not an ordinary magic sword.

"No wonder she was able to forge her true energy into the shape of an ancient sword during the Qi Cultivation and Formation stage..."

As direct descendants of a major sect in the Central Plains, every step of their cultivation is meticulously arranged by their senior masters, allowing them to ascend step by step without going astray and to lay a solid foundation.

For someone like Chi Limu, who has just entered the casting process, to be able to use the form of true energy to wield such a terrifying sword is something that ordinary unorthodox methods cannot even imagine.

Even with powerful and terrifying magical treasures, one generally needs to reach the realm of refining magic and cultivate magical power within the body before one can activate them.

Various thoughts flashed through Wu Tian's mind. He and Chi Limu embarked on the path of cultivation together, and he even had a cheat code, but the gap in combat power between the two was getting bigger and bigger.

He could only flee with wind magic when he encountered that great demon with a tiger's head and a human body, but the girl stood calmly and killed the demon with a single sword strike.

Such sharpness and composure filled him with an indescribable envy!

As he was lost in thought, he saw Chi Limu glance at him indifferently, his eyes filled with coldness and aloofness, as if he were looking at a strange stray dog.

Before he could react, he saw Chi Limu form a hand seal, and the tassel of the ancient sword on his back scattered crimson light, lifting his body and fleeing into the distant night, leaving a crimson trail in the sky.

Wu Tian stiffened slightly. He was initially overjoyed at the reunion, but it felt like he had been doused with cold water.

He rode the wind and landed in the mountains and forests, looking like a abandoned lapdog, his figure somewhat forlorn, his tail drooping on the ground.

"Haha, you little dog, are you a little unhappy because Xiao Chili is ignoring you?"

With his heavy, injured body, Man Xiongmu slowly landed beside Wu Tian and said with a smile, "If I'm not mistaken, Xiao Chili should have already entered the Casting Cauldron Realm."

"In this realm, one must construct a body-refining cauldron to temper the three souls and seven spirits."

"If one is not careful, external evils will invade and damage the soul. At best, it will damage the soul, and at worst, it will cause death on the spot."

"Therefore, the major cultivators who have mastered the casting of the cauldron will usually go into seclusion in a safe place and will never show themselves unless absolutely necessary."

He said with some emotion, "Moreover, unlike unorthodox methods, cultivators of great sects are often able to cultivate secret techniques to protect their souls. These secret techniques allow people to remain in a wondrous state, undisturbed by the seven emotions and six desires."

“Such as a pure mind and the Bodhi mind, these are the supreme and wonderful states that countless unorthodox practitioners seek but cannot attain.”

"You must know that throughout history, countless cultivators who have forged cauldrons have died because of a single wrong thought, which aroused their desires and caused their souls to be disturbed. Their souls were burned by the cauldron fire, and thus their bodies and souls were destroyed."

Man Xiongmu shook his head, his tone filled with unspeakable emotion, "Xiao Chili must have been taught a superior secret technique by that senior after she entered the Casting Cauldron Realm, thus allowing her to remain in the Wonderful Realm."

"The Taiqing Temple practitioners in this realm should be practicing the Supreme Forgetfulness Method, which is famous throughout the four seas and eight wastelands. Those who reside in this realm have a heart as free as clouds and as flowing as water, gaining feelings yet forgetting them."

"Therefore, Taiqing Temple also refers to this stage of cultivation as severing worldly ties."

"However, once they enter the Refining Law Realm, their souls will transform into divine souls, and their mental state will reach a higher level. They will be able to obtain the law but forget the law, have emotions but not be disturbed by emotions, and forge the Supreme Dao Heart."

"It was only after I learned about that senior's identity that I intentionally searched for a lot of information about Taiqing Temple, the most famous of which is the Supreme Forgetfulness Method."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian finally felt a little better; the feeling of being ignored was just too embarrassing.

"Master, does this mean that all cultivators of the Taiqing Temple must sever all emotions and desires?"

"Wouldn't that turn me into a stone? What's the point of living then?"

He complained somewhat unhappily.

Man Xiongmu couldn't help but burst into laughter: "You dog, how could you possibly understand the superior methods of the Great Sect? The Casting Cauldron Realm requires guarding the seven emotions and residing in the wondrous realm, but when it comes to refining the method, those Taiqing Temple cultivators are all extremely emotional and passionate."

"There are divine couples whose love lasts until death, sword immortals who protect all living beings, and wandering healers who save lives..."

"The Supreme Being's detachment from emotions is by no means the absence of emotions. The mysteries within are beyond my comprehension. Even just a glimpse of the whole picture is enough to inspire awe."

"Don't overthink it. Once Xiao Chili completes the casting of the cauldron, things will naturally be different today."

Wu Tian's rashes had mostly subsided. He turned to look at Man Xiongmu and saw that the burly man was covered in blood, with a large hole in his chest, through which one could even see the white bones.

His bare upper body, arms, and thighs were covered in wounds, with the skin torn open, a horrifying sight.

However, he remained calm and composed, even managing to comfort Wu Tian with a smile.

Looking at his cheap master, Wu Tian felt as if he had been hit hard in the heart.

"Master..."

He had never truly regarded Manxiong Mu as his master; at most, he had only used him as a stepping stone.

After all, Zhu Yeshuang, a major figure in the Central Plains, had taken a liking to him, and with the help of his own system panel, he felt that Skull Mountain and Qiyun Cave were merely temporary resting places for him, and he would eventually leave them.

But looking at the man beside him, covered in blood and wounds, yet chatting and laughing, he finally felt a genuine sense of recognition.

Especially considering that before the battle even began, Man Xiongmu's first words to him were to run away...

"Alright, no need to think too much. With your talent, you will one day be able to forge an inner core and cultivate the true form of a demon king."

Man Xiongmu's gaze fell on the terrifying white ape in the distance. "Just like it!"

Wu Tian also turned his gaze to the distance, where the white ape unleashed its terrifying true form, sweeping across all directions like a small mountain. During their battle, the white ape kept approaching Skull Mountain.

At this point, they were less than ten miles from White Dog Village...

At such close range, he could clearly see the white ape's fur, the flesh and blood it was swallowing, and the wailing and crying humans.

Wu Tian finally witnessed firsthand just how terrifying a mad demon king could be.

Its enormous body, tens of meters long, left a trail of corpses, rivers of blood, collapsed trees, dried up streams, and shattered rocks wherever it went.

That scene was devastating, unstoppable by anyone or anything!

"Master, what should we do?"

Wu Tian looked up at the enormous white ape's true form, feeling an indescribable envy and longing, as well as a trace of trepidation and fear.

After all, it's just too big!!
If this continues, the white ape will arrive at White Dog Village in no time.

With just one stomp, the entire mountain stronghold could be destroyed, and all the clansmen could die tragically.

Before such a terrifying demon king, any resistance or struggle is futile.

The tattered robes and torn cloak of the barbarian bear wood fluttered in the night wind. He used his magic to suppress the bleeding and temporarily calm his injuries. He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky.

"My sect wants to abandon the mortal world down the mountain, but I cannot abandon White Dog Village."

"After today, if I am lucky enough to survive, I will apply to go down the mountain and become a wandering monk, residing permanently in the mountain stronghold."

His tone was calm, yet it revealed an iron will and a fearless determination.

"Bai Long'er, you've done enough."

"Fighting alone, he battled to the death against hundreds of demons and monsters."

"Now that you're facing the Demon King, what can you, a mere dog, do?"

"Go, flee to the forbidden area halfway up the mountain. No matter what happens, it will be safe there."

"Even if I survive, I won't be a member of Skull Mountain anymore, and I won't have anything to teach you."

“From this day forward, you are no longer my disciple.”

"Go!"

Wu Tian was stunned. It took him a long time to come to his senses. He turned around and stared blankly at the Savage Bear Wood.

This man, scarred yet standing firm like an iron tower.

It didn't speak again, but just stood quietly in place, motionless.

As the demon king's true form drew closer, the wind in the forest grew stronger, sweeping across the sky and causing the clothes and fur of the man and dog to flutter violently. "You stupid dog, why don't you leave?"

Before Man Xiongmu could finish speaking, he burst into laughter.

Wu Tian remained silent. He wasn't doing it for White Dog Village, for the clansmen behind him, or even just for the Barbarian Bear Wood.

Running away now is the most rational choice.

But he was not happy!

Wu Tianyi's eyes burned with flames, piercing the dark night.

"Woof woof woof~~"

The barking of dogs echoed through the mountains and forests, carried by the howling wind.

"Hahahaha!!" Man Xiong Mu also laughed uncontrollably.

"You stupid dog, I don't want to die."

"What can I do in the face of such a terrifying demon king's true form?"

"I just feel that the person halfway up the mountain shouldn't, and can't, just sit idly by."

"After all, Xiao Chili has already left the mountain with all her disciples who are at the Casting Cauldron Realm."

"You agree, right?!"

He asked a question, as if he were talking to himself.

Wu Tian didn't know either, but he felt that Man Xiongmu was gambling with his life. If it were him, he would have already gathered some of his people and run away.

They wouldn't stay in one place to enjoy the breeze and pose.

This is pure gambling.

But... who told him to have such a master!
I have no choice but to risk my life to be with him in the wind. If things get really bad, I'll just use my wind magic to escape.

However, when he thought back to when he encountered that white ape before, it grabbed him out of its wind escape technique.

Wu Tian then lost some confidence again.

White Ape King, you didn't kill me last time, so you probably won't kill me this time either, right?

It shouldn't be... right?

Wu Tian muttered to himself, but his body remained motionless beside the barbarian bear.

At some point, Silver Frost also ran out of the village, struggling to bear the fear brought on by the Demon King's oppressive aura.

His limbs trembled, and he almost crawled to Wu Tian's side.

"Woof woof~"

It lay down next to Wu Tian, ​​its limbs too weak to stand up.

"Haha, another silly dog ​​has arrived..."

"The name 'White Dog Village' is indeed fitting; the dogs in the village are more courageous than the people."

As Man Xiongmu spoke, the white ape drew ever closer.

It seems that just two or three steps would be enough to flatten this mountain forest.

The demon king's power was overwhelming, sweeping across the mountains and forests, even obscuring the bright moon in the sky with its surging demonic aura.

Roar!
The Demon King's roar was like thunder, and Silver Frost, who was standing to the side, was instantly stunned, bleeding from all seven orifices.

Even Wu Tian found it difficult to bear, let alone the ordinary villagers.

Although he didn't turn around to look, he could hear screams and wails carried on the wind, indicating that many people must have died in the village behind him.

The Demon King's roar could terrify mortals.

But there was nothing he could do. Faced with such a behemoth, he was like an ant, unable to change anything.

Man Xiongmu's expression also turned somewhat grim, and his laughter ceased. He had sustained severe injuries in the earlier battle.

The roar caused his wound to reopen, and crimson blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Wow, that's really something!"

His face was cold as he stared at the white ape in front of him.

A streak of crimson light landed in mid-air not far in front of the white ape.

Chi Limu, sword in hand, strode through the air, her hair flying wildly, her dress fluttering like a banner.

She reached out and took the sheathed ancient sword from behind her back.

Holding the sword with both hands.

He bowed down respectfully.

"Master, please draw your sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crimson rainbow shot up from Skull Mountain, spanning the night sky like a rainbow bridge, and landed on the ancient sword.

hum!hum!hum!
The ancient sword, still in its sheath, trembled violently, like an ancient dragon that had been sealed for a thousand years, desperately roaring and struggling to break free of its golden lock, burst out of the abyss, and soar into the sky.

Roar!
A dragon's roar echoed through the sky, its sound waves reverberating as if trying to shake the bright moon from the night sky.

Keng! Keng! Keng!
Accompanied by an extremely piercing metallic clang, a dazzling sword light shot into the sky.

The dragon roared, and the sword light tore through the night.

……

Just as a crimson rainbow shot into the sky halfway up Skull Mountain, deep within the Hall of Bones, a middle-aged man dressed in a blue robe, with a handsome face, sighed.

"Why do this? Why do this?!"

He shook his head, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied, but his movements were swift. With a wave of his hand, the enormous banner that had been hidden in mid-air above Skull Mountain rapidly shrank and fell into his hand.

From the Yinfeng Cave in the back mountain, a bone bead the size of a fist shot out, emitting a pale light, and faintly resonated with the bone dragon that coiled around the entire mountain.

The middle-aged man took a step forward, with the white bone relic floating above his head. He held the Hundred Beasts Soul Banner in his right hand and had already left the main hall.

At that moment, a crimson light streaked across the sky, creating a crimson rainbow bridge.

He looked up and sighed, "What good is it if my soul leaves my body and I only have a physical form?"

"Why can't you just leave obediently?"

"You have already gained merit in suppressing the fire orifice. I will now bestow upon you the reputation of saving people from the mouths of demons."

"Hello, I'm fine, everyone's fine..."

"But why won't you leave?"

His voice echoed in the air as he took a step forward, arriving at the forbidden Sword Cave halfway up the mountain.

The middle-aged man looked at the words "Hidden Sword" on the sword and exclaimed, "It is indeed a fine sword; I am no match for it!"

He strode forward, and the white bone relics above him cascaded down, their light shimmering like a waterfall, obscuring his body.

The magical barrier sealing the cave entrance was immobilized by the white bone relic, and the stone gate of the Hidden Sword Cave opened wide, allowing him to cross it with ease.

(End of this chapter)