Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Dozens of miles outside Yingmingjian, in a desolate valley.

Wu Tian was clad in iron armor, with a thunder whip hanging at his waist. This armor was selected from the treasure vault of the Divine Fire Palace. Its strength lay in its toughness, and it could change at will. Even when transformed into his hundred-foot true form, it would not break.

In addition, he wore a black cloak that completely covered his dog head and body, and the five beams of magical light flowing around his body gave him a majestic and murderous aura.

Before long, the figure of the Black Mountain Demon emerged from a distorted shadow. He was dressed in a black robe, and his overlapping shadows made him difficult to see clearly.

"What are your plans?" His voice was low and hoarse.

Wu Tian gazed in the direction of Yingming Ravine and said indifferently, "My purpose in coming here is to destroy Gu Santong and then take the opportunity to plunder the Yinhuo Palace."

The Black Mountain Demon listened quietly, remaining calm even though he knew he was facing a very troublesome and difficult fellow like Gu Santong.

“Gu Santong is cunning and treacherous, and his supernatural powers are extremely profound. He is not someone to be trifled with.” As Wu Tian spoke, he slowly took down the thunder whip hanging from his waist and held it in his palm.

"I analyzed the scenario several times and found a glimmer of hope."

"That old demon made a pact with the Nine-Child Ghost Mother that once the Yin Fire Palace was attacked, they would immediately return at top speed through the Yin Path opened up by the Five-Child Transporting Great Divine Power."

"In the underworld, both your and my supernatural powers will increase dramatically, and then we will have the opportunity to completely bury this old zombie in the netherworld."

He paused, then continued, "I have sent two of my dragons, along with twenty-eight guardian demon kings, to feign a major offensive and launch a large-scale attack on the Yin Fire Palace."

"By now, it must have caused quite a commotion."

He looked toward the Yin Fire Palace. Although it was far away, his all-seeing eyes were slightly open, and he could already see the collision of supernatural powers, the raging waves of magic, and the roars coming from that direction.

Twenty-eight demon kings, plus two dragons at the primordial spirit level, are enough to cause a great disturbance in a short time...

"If I'm not mistaken, the Ghost Mother has already sent a message to Gu Santong."

Wu Tian's gaze toward Yingmingjian was sharp as a knife. "Next, the two of us will join forces and, before that old zombie returns, swiftly slay the Ghost Mother, causing that Yin Road to collapse."

"Then you and I will join forces to prevent it from returning to the mortal world and bury it completely in the underworld."

"We don't have much time; we must finish this quickly!"

The Black Mountain Demon did not speak, but behind him, a strange phenomenon of Yin Mountain gradually rose, accumulating magical power, ready to unleash a world-shaking attack at any moment.

……

Meanwhile, deep in the mountains of southern Xinjiang.

The battle between the Fire God Palace and the demon race was incredibly fierce, and the once lush jungle had now been reduced to scorched earth.

Looking around, the earth was cracked, and the exposed rocks were a dark red color, as if they had been scorched by flames for a long time. The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur mixed with blood.

The charred remains of giant trees lay askew in the ground, and the once lush mountains were now a scene of devastation.

The corpses of demons and humans were scattered everywhere, broken magical artifacts, shattered bones, and blood pools like puddles, telling the story of the fierce battle that took place here.

Due to the great battle between the two sides, the sky was filled with malevolent energy, demonic energy, and the stench of blood. Even though it was a clear daytime day, the entire sky presented an ominous, dark hue.

At this moment, on a cliff, an altar is burning fiercely.

This is an ancient altar built by the cultivators of the Fire God Palace, inherited from the innate god and demon Zhu Rong, possessing the ancient power to communicate with the divine fire of heaven and earth.

At this moment, golden flames were burning fiercely on the altar, giving rise to all sorts of strange phenomena, and even reflecting the scene of the surrounding demon race and the cultivators of the Fire God Palace fighting.

The firelight was like a mirror, reflecting a myriad of scenes.

Shouts of battle, explosions from clashing supernatural powers, and the dying howls of demonic beasts rose and fell, weaving together an incredibly tragic scene.

At the center of this altar stands an ancient and majestic figure, seated cross-legged on the altar, allowing the flames to engulf his body.

His body hovered three inches above the altar, surrounded by golden divine flames that seemed to be real, radiating endless light and heat. His power was so great that even the surrounding space was slightly distorted.

Not far from this altar, there was an extremely sinister and ferocious being, none other than Santong from Corpse Immortal Valley.

He was over eight feet tall, with an exceptionally robust and powerful physique, his muscles bulging, which filled out the heavy, ancient black armor he wore.

The armor was ancient in style, neither gold nor iron, with countless fine and strange runes engraved on the plates. Dark red light flowed faintly between the gaps, exuding a chilling and deathly aura.

The shoulder armor of the helmet is shaped like two ferocious ghost heads. In the empty eye sockets, just like the eyes exposed under Gu Santong's helmet, two balls of scarlet soul fire burn, full of indifference and cruelty towards the living.

His face was bluish-black, his muscles stiff as iron, showing no trace of human expression. Only the outline of his features vaguely revealed his former heroism, but now he was shrouded in a dense aura of corpse evil, and countless tiny ghosts seemed to be wriggling under his skin.

In his large hand, covered in black iron, he held a bizarrely shaped, enormous weapon—the Soul-Destroying Halberd, a Dao artifact renowned throughout the Southern Frontier.

This halberd is over twelve feet long, with a jet-black shaft that appears to be forged from ancient iron, and it feels icy cold to the touch.

The halberd's head was not an ordinary crescent-shaped blade, but a twisted, pale spine bone from some terrifying creature of unknown origin.

Its joints are jagged, with sharp tips like spears, and bone spurs that spread out on both sides like ribs. The bone spurs shimmer with a ghostly light, as if they can devour the souls of living beings on their own.

Simply by holding it, the surrounding air spontaneously turned cold, and faintly, the hallucination of a thousand ghosts wailing could be heard.

Gu Santong stood there silently, like a tombstone rooted in the battlefield, resonating subtly with the aura emanating from the Lord of the Great Sun Palace. The interplay of yin and yang created a dynamic change, making the power within the altar increasingly terrifying.

Suddenly, Gu Santong paused almost imperceptibly.

The two crimson soul flames in his eye sockets flickered violently, and an aura far colder and more violent than before spread uncontrollably from his body, causing the ground several feet around him to instantly condense into a layer of black frost with strange patterns.

"The Yin Fire Palace has been attacked, and that bastard has indeed come."

Gu Santong's face was pale and stiff, his expression unreadable, but his hoarse, low voice, like two pieces of iron rubbing together, revealed a chilling killing intent.

He and the Lord of the Great Sun Palace had received the news as early as three days ago, the moment the Divine Fire Palace was attacked.

The two were certain that the greedy bastard would not give up and would continue to raid other temples.

As predicted, she hit the nail on the head.

Yinhuo Palace was his old lair, which he had built up over many years, and contained most of his accumulated resources and secrets.

He certainly wouldn't give it up so easily.

“He’s just a dog. If he weren’t the Daoist disciple of the Taiqing Sect, I could have slapped him to death.”

Before he knew it, he had already spoken to the Lord of the Great Sun Palace, “Palace Master, that brat has come to our door. I need to make a trip to the Yin Fire Palace.”

"Agreed!" the Great Sun Palace Master said, his voice echoing like a booming bell. The two had long ago reached an understanding on this matter.

The Great Sun Temple must remain on the battlefield to fight against the giant roc; it cannot leave easily, otherwise the entire battlefield will inevitably collapse immediately.

Only Gu Santong was able to free himself up.

Neither the Great Sun Palace Master nor Gu Santong took that scoundrel from Taiqing Temple seriously.

The fall of the Crimson Python and the eight Primordial Spirit True Persons was seen by everyone as a result of the struggle between the Great Crimson Heavenly Venerable and the Buddha.

A mere bastard can't even kill a rogue immortal; he's just a dog relying on his master's power.

Gu Santong will definitely be able to take him down as soon as he makes a move; there will be no suspense whatsoever.

Having received the approval of the Great Sun Palace Master, Gu Santong's soul fire blazed brightly in his eyes, and he no longer hesitated.

"I'm leaving!"

Before he could finish speaking, he stomped his foot.

"boom!"

Centered on its foothold, the earth rippled like water, and thick, inky, ghostly death energy surged forth.

The supernatural powers and forms he cultivated manifested in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, as the Yin Mosuo appeared.

The image looked extremely ferocious and eerie, resembling a giant shrimp from a river, depicting the Nine Netherworld Demons. It was thick in the middle and narrow at both ends, radiating a ghostly green glow.

With the appearance of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Yin Demon Shuttle Dharma Form, the solid ground in front of them seemed to instantly turn into an illusory water curtain, and a sinister passage was forcibly opened.

With a single step, Gu Santong's burly body found itself in the Yin Road. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Yin Demon Shuttle swept up his body, carrying him at breakneck speed beneath the earth like a pangolin, heading straight for his old lair in western Hunan.

……

Almost the instant Gu Santong set off, Wu Tiantong's Heavenly Eye slowly closed, and he said in a deep voice, "It's time to make a move."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure swayed, and the strange phenomenon of the Nine Heavens Thunder Whip appeared behind him, merging with the iron whip in his hand. He strode towards Infant Cry Gorge, and arrived at Infant Cry Gorge in just a few steps.

However, the scene here was completely different from the eerie rumors outside, and it even had a strange vitality.

The stream babbles, lotus flowers bloom in the water, and several willows are planted on the riverbank. Several chubby, fair-skinned babies crawl and play in the woods and by the stream, making clear, cheerful laughs.

They all had delicate features and fair, radiant skin, like the lucky dolls in New Year paintings. There were both boys and girls, and they were all lively and adorable.

However, in Wu Tian's all-seeing eyes, these seemingly cute infants were surrounded by an intense and inescapable aura of resentment and death, and their giggles were filled with a demonic sound that could steal one's soul.

They are all demons created by the Demon Mother through cruel means. They can transform between reality and illusion, walk between the realms of Yin and Yang, and are dedicated to devouring the souls of living beings.

Not far from the stream, there stands an exquisite and elegant pavilion, built with warm jade as its base and fragrant wood as its beams. Nine glass palace lanterns hang in front of the door, each containing the illusory image of a chubby baby playing and laughing. This is the manifestation of the strange phenomenon of the Nine-Child Demon Mother.

"We apologize for not being able to greet our distinguished guests properly."

A languid, gentle, and slightly husky female voice drifted from the attic.

The beaded curtain rustled softly, nine glass palace lanterns swayed, and the sound of a baby's giggles rang out. A beautiful and charming mature woman stepped out gracefully.

She wore a light, fuchsia palace dress that trailed on the ground. As she walked, her figure swayed, and every step outlined a breathtakingly full figure, like a ripe peach trembling on a branch, making one's throat dry.

Even Wu Tian couldn't help but take a second look; this ghost mother was completely different from the ugly, withered old woman he had imagined.

The woman's hair was piled high, with a golden hairpin tucked into her hair at an angle. It swayed gently as she walked, adding to her charm.

What is most striking is her unusually large and high breasts. Even through her clothes, one can feel their heavy fullness, as if she were a woman who is breastfeeding, exuding an indescribable fullness and allure.

The Ghost Mother's gaze fell on Wu Tian and the Black Mountain Demon, especially lingering on the Black Mountain Demon for a moment. A hint of solemnity flashed in her eyes, but her smile became even more charming and alluring.

"It turns out that the recently renowned Taiqing Daozi and the Black Mountain Demon, one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, have graced my humble abode with their presence.

"You two have come from afar, you must be tired. Why don't you come inside and have a cup of wine, so I can treat you properly?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, and as she spoke, her waist swayed slightly, causing her full breasts to rise and fall gently, as if conveying some kind of hint.

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!
The innocent smiles on the faces of the nine chubby babies who were playing around froze instantly, replaced by a chilling ferocity.

Their pupils turned a ghastly green, their mouths stretched to their ears, revealing fine, sharp teeth, and they emitted no longer a clear laugh, but a venomous shriek that pierced the soul.

A chubby little hand stretched out, its nails instantly growing to over a foot long, flickering with eerie green flames. Its figure appeared and disappeared like a ghost, traversing between reality and illusion, between the realms of yin and yang, pouncing towards Wu Tian and the Black Mountain Demon from an unbelievable angle.

Before the attack even arrived, the soul-shaking ghostly laughter had already invaded from all directions, from the sky to the ground, penetrating every nook and cranny.

Just moments ago, the Ghost Mother had been alluring and flirtatious, like a prostitute in a tavern, with a smile on her face. But when she struck, it was like a bolt from the blue. Without the slightest hesitation, she killed without a second thought, her temper changing faster than turning the pages of a book.

"My two distinguished guests, please come to my side! I'm so bloated, could you please help me?"

The Ghost Mother chuckled, her body bending backward as if boneless, revealing her exquisite curves. She retreated at an incredibly terrifying speed, then transformed into a wisp of black smoke and vanished into the void.

"Want to leave? Ask me first if I'll allow it."

The Black Mountain Demon snorted coldly, without even moving an inch.

The strange phenomenon of Yin Mountain behind him trembled slightly, and a vast power that suppressed Yin and Yang and stabilized the void spread out, instantly revealing the figure of the Ghost Mother hidden in the gap between Yin and Yang.

"Isn't it swollen? Let me help you, once it breaks, the swelling will stop!"

Wu Tian spoke, took a step forward, and raised the extraordinary Thunder Whip in his hand.

The moment the whip was moved, it emitted a dull roar, as if it were not a single whip, but an entire majestic mountain being swung.

The surrounding air instantly froze and distorted, groaning under its own weight. Ancient incantations lit up one after another on the whip, invoking the vast and unfathomable power of the heavens.

"Boom!!"

Before the whip could even be lashed out, raging electric snakes had already sprung out, coiling around the whip and hissing as they leaped.

The blazing white lightning illuminated Wu Tian, ​​making him appear like a deity wielding divine punishment, his majesty unbearable to behold. Thunderbolts from the heavens fell like pillars of light, merging into the lightning whip and adding to its magnificent power.

"Take this!" (End of Chapter)