Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Wu Tian's figure was shrouded in five layers of magical light. Upon hearing Tian Du Dao Ren's words, he simply said in a calm tone, "Why must the Patriarch say more?"

“He is not my son, but the reincarnation of the Buddha.”

"The one who killed my son was the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha."

"This is an irreconcilable enmity, and I will avenge it in this lifetime."

The Taoist Master Tiandu looked at him quietly, and after a long while he said, "If one day you obstruct my path, I will show no mercy."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian trembled slightly.

Because he could tell that the words of the Heavenly Capital Taoist contained no murderous intent and were not a threat.

Not to mention the true form of the Great Crimson Heavenly Venerable, even this ancestral master's Dharma form possesses supernatural powers sufficient to suppress the world.

If you want to kill him, why say anything more?!
He said that only so that Wu Tian could say those words with a legitimate reason.

"If one day the patriarch blocks my path, I will not hold back either."

Wu Tian looked up at the Heavenly Capital Ancestor.

Their eyes met, and they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After a long while, the Heavenly Capital Patriarch said, "White Dragon, we cultivators have long lifespans, but the higher our cultivation, the fewer fellow cultivators we have."

Sooner or later, when you look back, you'll find yourself all alone.

"The Great Way is about walking alone, and that is what it means."

"If you can't even see through the illusions of the mortal world, you might as well stay in this mundane world and be a hero for life."

"After the Northwest Calamity ends, I will officially promote the separation of heaven and man. At that time, immortals will not be able to descend to the mortal realm. With your talent and abilities, if you stay in the mortal realm, you can live a carefree life for thousands of years."

"Where you go and what you do is entirely up to you."

Wu Tian did not cup his hands in greeting; his body was protected by magical light, and his back was ramrod straight.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master."

Daoist Tiandu nodded slightly and said nothing more. He only glanced at the great sun that he had suppressed in his abdomen and said, "Now that the cause and effect are settled, it is best to end it as soon as possible."

“Otherwise, if Buddhism withdraws from the Northwest, you will likely face endless troubles.”

"The old Taoist priest is leaving. Take care of yourself!"

With the departure of the Taoist Tiandu, the entire Duanlong Ridge returned to tranquility. The original cliffs had long been shattered and broken, the ground was scorched black, and there were even cracks in the ground from which lava spewed out.

I wonder how many years it will take before things can return to their former glory.

The accompanying demon king and the two dragons were already trembling with fear from the earth-shattering events that had just transpired.

At this moment, as the Great Crimson Heavenly Venerable and Guanyin Bodhisattva departed, and the Heavenly Capital Taoist, the Black Mountain Demon, and Bai Qian also disappeared, they finally came to their senses and cautiously approached Wu Tian.

"Prepare the carriage and head to the Undying Palace in the Southern Frontier."

Wu Tian gave the order, and the thirty-six guardian demon kings looked at each other, their gazes towards him somewhat strange.

These demon kings had no idea of ​​the cause and effect behind it all; they only witnessed their own Daoist disciple devour their own child.

These demon kings have different personalities, and some are ruthless and cruel, but the fact that they can devour their own children is still quite horrifying.

Many demon kings felt uncomfortable, and some even felt disgusted.

Jiang Lan, the female dragon among the two dragons, looked at Wu Tian with unspeakable contempt and disgust.

The thought of her own child made her feel physically nauseous and disgusted. How could there be such a heartless beast in this world, devouring his own child and driving away his wife and daughter? He was simply worse than a beast.

She had no intention of heeding Wu Tian's instructions.

Wu Tian also noticed the somewhat tense atmosphere. He narrowed his eyes, looked around at the demon kings, and finally fixed his gaze on Jiang Lan. "What, do you want to disobey orders?"

Jiang Yuan subconsciously shielded Jiang Lan behind him and lowered his head slightly: "Daozi, please don't be offended. We were still shaken by the battle just now and didn't react for a moment."

"I will go and bring back the imperial carriage..."

That jade carriage was originally a vehicle provided by the Taiqing Temple to the Daoist for his travels. It was also a rare magical treasure. Although it did not possess any earth-shattering power, it was comfortable and convenient, and its frame was sturdy.

Even for a wandering immortal, breaking through this barrier wouldn't be so easy.

After saying that, Jiang Yuan was about to pull Jiang Lan away together.

Jiang Lan, however, remained rooted to the spot and refused to leave. She shook off her husband's hand, stared intently at Wu Tian, ​​and said in a somewhat stiff tone, "Jiang Yuan, don't pull me."

"I simply cannot live with this beast any longer."

"To devour one's own child is utterly appalling. I can hardly believe that such a heartless and insane beast exists in this world."

"Just breathing near him makes me feel nauseous."

"I'm not taking this job."

"I accept whatever punishment or beating you want."

"But he wants me to serve him again..."

Jiang Lan sneered: "Heh, I can't do it."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian was not angry. He simply glanced at the other demon kings and asked, "Anyone else has the same idea?"

"You can say it now."

The demon kings who were protecting the Dharma looked at each other in bewilderment. They were no match for the two dragons in terms of strength or status, and many of them were unwilling to offend the sect's disciple.

But now that Jiang Lan had stepped forward, some demon kings who looked down on Wu Tian also stood up.

After one of the demon kings made a move, the other demon kings who were initially hesitant also stepped forward.

In the end, Wu Tian glanced around and saw that, apart from the eight demon kings, all the other twenty-eight demon kings wanted to leave.

It is evident how unpopular his act of devouring his own children was.

Even with his strength and status, he could hardly suppress the demon king who protected him.

Wu Tian nodded. "All of you who stepped forward, stay here. The remaining eight can head back to Xuantian Peak."

Jiang Lan was stunned. At first, she was happy, but she quickly realized that it was the eight demon kings who had agreed to stay who needed to turn back.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she instinctively took a step forward, demanding in a somewhat fierce tone, "On what grounds?"

Wu Tian didn't even glance at him: "Just because I am the Daoist disciple of the sect, and just because your lives are in my hands."

"Those who disobey the law shall die!"

He flicked a wisp of magical light from his fingertips, which instantly intertwined to form the seal of the "Zhou Tian Xing Su Ming Tu Forbidden Method". He pressed down with his hand, and the seal trembled.

The two dragons and thirty-six demon kings present all trembled violently, instinctively clutching their heads and letting out uncontrollable groans of pain.

The "Zhou Tian Xing Su Ming Tu Forbidden Technique" can control the lives of these demon kings; if it commands them to live, they live; if it commands them to die, they die.

Even more terrifying is the ability to imprison their soul and torture them with forbidden techniques, causing them unbearable pain and making them wish they were dead.

Wu Tian activated the forbidden technique, and with just a slight press of the seal, these demon kings felt as if their souls were being crushed by a mountain, their chests were sore they could hardly breathe, and their souls felt as if they were about to be crushed.

In just a few breaths, all the demon kings collapsed to the ground, letting out hysterical howls of pain. Most of them even reverted to their original forms and rolled around on the ground in agony.

Only Jiang Yuan and Jiang Lan were truly powerful. They supported each other, but their bodies were trembling violently. Despite being dragons, they were sweating profusely.

"Master Dao, I know I was wrong. Please spare my wife."

Jiang Yuan endured the pain and begged for mercy in a trembling voice. "If you don't beg him, I'll..." Jiang Lan was strong-willed, and even though she was trembling with pain, she was still unwilling to admit defeat when she heard her husband's words.

"Shut up!" Jiang Yuan couldn't help but shout sternly. He had never shown such a fierce look to his wife before, and Jiang Lan was stunned.

It wasn't until she felt her husband gripping her arm with incredible force, so strong it almost made her bones ache, that she realized Jiang Yuan's anxiety and panic.

Looking up at her husband, Jiang Yuan's eyes revealed panic and anxiety, and he shook his head almost imperceptibly.

Having been together for hundreds of years, the couple knew each other too well, and Jiang Lan instantly came to her senses.

She understood her husband's intention.

This vicious dog even dared to kill its own son. If they were truly angered, the couple would probably both die here.

Their children are waiting for them to return!
Jiang Yuan could even sense a hint of pleading in her husband's eyes.

Her initial stubbornness and anger gradually dissipated.

Especially when I thought of my own child...

She felt a deep sadness, yet her heart was filled with repression and helplessness.

Plop!
Jiang Lan immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Wu Tian, ​​"Daozi, I misspoke. If you want to punish me, do it to me."

Wu Tian snorted coldly, put away his magic seal, and didn't look at Jiang Lan again. He simply ordered again, "The eight who didn't step forward just now, return to Xuantian Peak immediately."

"The rest of you, prepare your carriages and get ready to depart immediately."

"Yes, Your subordinate obeys." Ignoring the pain in his body, Jiang Yuan bowed respectfully, then pulled Jiang Lan up and walked towards the place where the jade carriage had fallen.

The other demon kings also quieted down at this point, and hurriedly went to clean up the battlefield and pack their belongings.

The eight demon kings who hadn't stepped forward to leave stood frozen in place. One of them, unable to contain himself any longer, finally spoke up and asked, "Daoist, why are you telling us to leave? It was clearly them who wanted to leave just now..."

Without saying a word, Wu Tian suddenly had a thunder whip appear behind him, accompanied by a crackling sound of lightning, and lashed down with it.

boom!
The whip moved so fast it was like a flash of lightning.

It struck the demon king almost in the blink of an eye.

"what!"

The demon king let out a hysterical scream, his body was whipped until his skin was torn and bleeding, and even lightning raged deep into his flesh and bones, spreading towards his inner core.

"Daozi, spare my life!"

He collapsed to the ground in pain, rolling around desperately. Before long, he transformed back into his original form, a white elephant, its body as white as jade, with thick, rough skin and immense strength. Its body was several dozen feet tall, like a small mountain.

However, when Wu Tian struck him with his whip, he was instantly severely injured and nearly lost his life.

"If you dare to say another word, this will be your fate."

"Get out of here now!"

Wu Tian spoke in a detached tone, but the chill in his words made the remaining seven demon kings shiver. They dared not utter another word and immediately used their abilities to head towards the Central Plains.

As for the white elephant, Wu Tian ignored it.

Before long, two dragons pulled the jade carriage over, with twenty-eight demon kings following and circling around it.

Wu Tian climbed onto the carriage, lay down on the jade couch, propped his head up with his hand, closed his eyes, and ordered, "Go!"

Having received their orders, the two dragons dared not delay. They pulled the jade chariot, soared into the sky, and flew towards the southern border.

Twenty-eight demon kings, holding banners and carrying regalia, followed around the jade carriage, leaving behind auspicious clouds and rosy hues in the sky that lingered for a long time.

On the devastated land of Duanlong Ridge, only a white elephant was writhing in pain, and it took most of the day before it gradually recovered.

He looked in the direction the imperial carriage had left, his expression somewhat dazed.

"Could it be that I've been exposed?"

"Otherwise, why would he have attacked me again?"

The white elephant was completely baffled, yet it also felt a sense of luck. If it were discovered by that person, it would be incredibly fortunate to survive.

He disregarded the loss of his magical power and quickly recovered from his injuries.

Once his injuries had almost healed, he hurriedly headed towards the mountain gate.

His origins are unusual; he has intricate connections with the sect leader's lineage and has always been a staunch supporter of another Daoist, Jiang Shu, or rather, his clan has been completely controlled by Jiang Shu.

The Tieling Green Hoof White Elephant clan had long been under Jiang Shu's command.

The reason for joining Daozi Bailong'er's protection this time was to promptly deliver a message to Jiang Shu's son, Jiang Wen.

No matter how hard the white elephant racked its brains, it still couldn't figure out where it had slipped up.

……

Wu Tian lay on the jade carriage, his mind focused on his inner elixir.

They simply ignored those demon kings who had been driven away.

He devoured his own child in full view of everyone; such a mad act is bound to be abhorrent.

Those eight demon kings who were willing to stay under these circumstances were either fools or spies.

He was too lazy to distinguish them and simply chased them all away.

Now that his cultivation has broken through and he has mastered the five great supernatural powers, his strength has skyrocketed, and he no longer values ​​the accompanying demon kings as much.

He is currently focusing most of his attention on the inner alchemy.

The five divine rings rotate, constantly communicating with heaven and earth, refining the inner elixir, making it increasingly pure and divine.

For a Yuan Shen True Person, after a battle, even without consuming magic power pills or refining rare and precious treasures, they can still communicate with heaven and earth through supernatural powers to slowly recover their magic power.

Although it takes some time, it greatly reduces reliance on external things.

Of course, if you need to restore your mana in a short time, you will still need treasures like mana pills.

At this moment, Wu Tian's five divine rings suppressed Bai Yaochen within his inner core, continuously eroding him and causing his Dharma form to disintegrate, transforming into the purest essence, which was then divided among the five great divine powers, the inner core, and the two divine power seeds.

If this continues, his cultivation and Taoist practice will rise accordingly.

Wu Tian glanced at Bai Yaochen, feeling a sense of oppression in his heart. He took a big gulp of Meng Qianqiu and dared not look at him any longer.

It is extremely difficult to completely erase the image of the Buddha from his incarnations.

It would have been almost impossible to do without the ancient arrow that shot down the sun.

But for Bai Yaochen, this was also immense pain and torment.

Wu Tian was ashamed to face his son and could only numb himself with alcohol.

"Hurry, faster! Kill him as soon as possible and end Chen'er's suffering!"

He silently suppressed his anger and madness as he opened the system panel.

To quickly erase the Buddha's Dharma form, one must absorb the power of the Dharma form and begin cultivating the primordial spirit realm.

The cultivation of the primordial spirit realm has three stages: divine halo, extraordinary phenomena, and Daoist scriptures.

Each level of cultivation requires a significant amount of time and effort.

The cultivation time of a Primordial Spirit True Person is often measured in centuries. (End of Chapter)