Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

"This time it looks like they're serious. Is this going to be a final battle?"

Wu Tian looked up at the towering Dharma image, which stood a thousand feet tall, and the golden-winged roc that blotted out the sky. These two beings were a true immortal and a demon saint of this era, beings that countless cultivators could not even come into contact with on ordinary days.

They are also the top combat force of the Undying Palace and the Fire God Palace.

"The battle between the Vulcan Palace and the Undying Palace was extremely fierce, but neither of them made a move."

"Now that such an earth-shattering battle has suddenly erupted, it seems that this battle will be decided in a decisive way."

Just as he was pondering to himself, his body suddenly trembled, his limbs went weak, and his eardrums felt like they were about to be torn apart.

"Wow—!"

A cry that could pierce through metal and split rocks, enough to shatter the clouds, resounded from the heavens, drowning out all the shouts and explosions from the battlefield deep in the mountains.

A golden-winged roc flapped its wings, which seemed to be forged from the brilliant and dazzling golden light of the sun, turning the originally dark night into a bright light.

Even more terrifying, the slightest tremor of those golden wings stirred up an incredibly frightening gale and a shower of light like sparks.

The mountains stretching for hundreds of miles below were easily flattened like sandcastles, and countless towering ancient trees and jagged boulders were swept into the air and instantly pulverized. Any creatures that were accidentally caught in the process were killed on the spot.

The Golden-Winged Roc was originally a variant of the Phoenix clan, and was fierce and arrogant by nature. This particular Roc had already cultivated to the second level of the Demon Saint realm and condensed the Heavenly Star.

He cultivated the Phoenix Clan's life-and-death technique, the Sky-Tearing Diagram. With a flap of his wings, he could traverse thousands of miles, and with his sharp claws, he could cleave through the void for thousands of miles.

Both its speed and offensive capabilities are extremely terrifying.

At this moment, the demon saint of the Undying Palace soared into the sky, his enormous demon body covering half of the sky. With an innate pride, he said to the Great Sun Palace Master opposite him, "Wu Yuandao, the whereabouts of that old zombie under your command are currently unknown. Before long, the Azure Phoenix of my clan will slaughter all of your subordinates."

Previously, the Undying Palace and the Fire God Palace had a tacit agreement that no one above the level of Loose Immortal would be affected.

However, as one mishap after another occurred behind the Fire God Palace, first the Crimson Fire Python perished, and then even the Three Passes of Corpse Immortal Valley disappeared.

The upper echelons of the Fire God Palace are now facing a power gap; apart from the Great Sun Palace Master, no other immortal can withstand the Azure Phoenix Demon Saint.

This caused the balance of power between the two sides to instantly become unbalanced.

At first, the Immortal Palace could not confirm the authenticity of the news, but for several months, Gu Santong did not show up again.

Therefore, the Golden-Winged Roc could no longer restrain itself and took the initiative to launch a decisive battle.

At this moment, he took the initiative to restrain the Lord of the Great Sun Palace, allowing the Azure Phoenix Demon Saint to lead the demon army and begin an extremely cruel massacre of the Fire God Palace cultivators.

Yes, a massacre!

Although the Azure Phoenix Demon Saint only condensed the Earthly Fiend Star, it was still equivalent to a human loose immortal. The demon saint's body was extremely terrifying. Its phoenix claws could tear mountains apart, and its wings could cut through great rivers.

This demon saint is a member of the most orthodox Phoenix clan, possessing the body of a Azure Luan and cultivating the Way of Wind and Thunder. At this moment, he is actively attacking those Fire God Palace cultivators who have not yet become immortals, which is simply a massacre.

puff!puff!
The Azure Phoenix rampaged across the battlefield, its wings like celestial blades, leaving rivers of blood and corpses in its wake. Even cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage could not confront it head-on and could only flee in utter disarray.

This demon saint attacked with extreme cruelty, unleashing a whirlwind that tore apart countless living beings, and a raging thunder that shattered mountains and vegetation.

Without the intervention of a wandering immortal, how could they possibly stop this phoenix?

Even the demon army on the battlefield was retreating; if they were caught up in the Azure Phoenix Demon Saint's divine powers, they would only face certain death.

Only the powerful demon kings roared and revealed their true forms, chasing and blocking the Dao Embryo Nascent Soul cultivators who were trying to escape, together with the Azure Phoenix.

boom! boom! boom!
The once powerful elder of the Fire God Palace was now in a miserable state. No matter what spells or supernatural powers he used, they were all torn apart by the Azure Phoenix Demon Saint's claws, and those azure wings even directly severed his primordial spirit.

A blue light swept across, and the soul was scattered, the body died, and the Dao vanished.

"Palace Master, help me..."

"Palace Master, save me!"

"Ah... damned demons, I'll fight you to the death!"

The entire battlefield became a slaughterhouse, and the cultivators of the Fire God Palace began to suffer a complete rout.

"Golden-Winged Roc, I think you're courting death!"

The voice of the Great Sun Palace Master was cold and calm, without any anger or madness. He had cultivated for thousands of years and had seen all kinds of turmoil and calamities. The disaster that the Fire God Palace had experienced was even more bloody than the present one.

As he spoke, he shook his Dharma image, which was an ancient god-demon with a naked upper body, an animal skin wrapped around his waist, and a robust and muscular build.

The face of this deity was obscured, and a colossal, terrifying divine bow was carried on its back. The bow was ancient and crude, covered with dense incantations, and exuded an aura of barbarity and antiquity.

All those who practice magic and spiritual arts have one taboo.

That is, it is forbidden to inscribe the faces of gods and demons. Once gods and demons have faces, they are very likely to be resurrected from the cycle of reincarnation.

That will lead to extremely terrifying consequences.

"The Dharma Image of Yi the Great? Hahaha!"

“Da Yi is indeed a god and demon so powerful that he is almost invincible, but your magic has not even a trace of his divine essence. We have fought several times, and you can’t even shoot off a single hair of mine.”

"In my opinion, you should obediently flee to the Heavenly Court, otherwise, once Qingluan has freed up her hands, today will be the day you perish."

The roc's voice was like billions of thunderbolts rolling in the clouds, full of disdain and arrogance.

Its sharp claws extended, swirling with gale and golden light, leaving five shocking black cracks in the void wherever it passed, which could not be healed for a long time.

"I didn't want to kill you, but you chose to die."

The Lord of the Great Sun Palace sighed. He truly did not want things to develop to this point. The Fire God Palace was determined to reclaim the ancestral land of the Ten Thousand Mountains, and this was also the will of the Martial Virtue Star Lord.

However, he was unwilling to offend the demon race to death, after all, there was still a Great Sage in the heavens who was about to become the Fire Virtue Star Lord.

He was destined to go to the Heavenly Court sooner or later. Kong Lingxuan was so arrogant and domineering back then, he even killed the previous Fire God and was invincible.

If he slaughters the Undying Palace, he will surely suffer calamity in the future.

Having weathered thousands of years of trials and tribulations, and witnessed the rise and fall of the Fire God Palace, his resolve in the Dao was so strong that it even seemed to surpass that of the ancestral masters in heaven.

But now that the demon race has taken the initiative to attack and massacre, if he still holds back, not only will the disciples of the Fire God Palace be wiped out, but he himself will also have to flee in disgrace.

"It's a pity, I really didn't want to be exposed."

With a thought, the image of Da Yi slowly raised his hand, and the longbow behind him trembled slightly, emitting a captivating hum, before landing in his palm.

hum!
As the divine form of Yi drew back the bowstring, golden light from the sun descended from the heavens, and a semi-transparent golden ray landed on the bowstring.

"boom!!!"

An indescribable, terrifying roar erupted, and a golden light shot out, tearing through hundreds of miles of void. Space shattered like fragile glass, revealing the dark and void chaos behind it.

Those demon kings who were caught in the frenzied pursuit were instantly reduced to ashes.

The golden light collided with the Roc's sharp claws, silencing the heavens and earth, and even time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Rumble!
After an unknown amount of time, a sound finally echoed between heaven and earth.

The mountains collapsed amidst mournful cries, the earth was torn open into bottomless ravines, and lava gushed from the ground like fountains, turning the sky a devastating crimson.

When a true immortal clashes with a demon saint, their divine forms battle, causing the heavens and earth to collapse at the slightest provocation. Da Yi's divine form swayed slightly, and the longbow in his hand dimmed a bit.

The roc's claws were also shaken off, and several feathers swirling with golden light fell and burned to ashes in mid-air.

"That's interesting, but not enough!"

The roc's eyes blazed with ferocity, and with a flap of its wings, its divine feathers, seemingly forged from the golden light of the sun, tore through the void like two golden blades, directly slashing at the head of the Great Archer's avatar.

"Why bother!"

The Lord of the Great Sun Palace activated the Great Archer Dharma Image, once again condensing the Great Sun Golden Light Arrow.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Three arrows were fired in quick succession, and time seemed to stand still.

Three streaks of light tore through the sky, colliding with and annihilating the pair of golden wings.

The explosion from the collision made the stars in the night sky tremble, as if they were about to fall from the heavens.

"End it!"

Just as the roc used its wings to sever two golden beams and its claws to tear apart the last golden arrow of the great sun, it was about to strike the sun.

Suddenly, a simple, unadorned longbow, exuding an ancient aura, and a jet-black arrow appeared in the hands of the Great Sun Palace Master's true form.

He stood atop the mountain ridge, gazing at the towering image of Yi, and sighed softly.

"We have no choice but to expose the Heaven-Shaking Bow today; peace will likely be hard to come by in the future!"

Given the circumstances, he had no choice but to use this bow; otherwise, how could he have forced the Golden-Winged Roc to retreat today?

Wu Yuandao stood atop the mountain, his robes fluttering in the raging wind. His face was calm and composed, and the ancient Zhentian Bow in his hand bore the marks of time. The moment it appeared, a sense of desolation and grimness spread out.

"Om~"

Wu Yuandao's true form slowly raised his bow arm and placed the jet-black Sun-Shooting Arrow onto the bowstring.

In that instant, something unexpected happened!
The towering, thousand-foot-tall image of Yi behind him suddenly erupted with an unprecedentedly intense divine light.

The divine bow in the Dharma Image's hand, which was originally formed from the golden light of the great sun and appeared somewhat illusory, emitted a series of Daoist sounds that shattered and then reformed. The massive bow transformed into a torrent of billions of incantations, breaking free from the Dharma Image's restraints. Like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, it surged toward the Heaven-Shaking Bow in the hands of Wu Yuandao's true body.

Clang! Clang! Clang!
The incantation collided with the ancient bow, producing a deafening sound like metal striking metal. With each rune added, the aura of the Heaven-Shaking Bow surged.

On the bow, the ancient, previously indistinct markings suddenly lit up, as if a sleeping demon god had awakened. A terrifying aura, powerful enough to make immortals and Buddhas tremble and demon saints tremble, soared into the sky, stirring up the winds and clouds of the heavens.

High in the sky, the arrogant pupils of the Golden-Winged Roc suddenly contracted, a fear originating from the depths of its bloodline, like a cold, venomous dragon instantly biting into its heart.

"That's... the Heaven-Shaking Bow?!"

"Impossible! This legendary weapon was buried with Yi the Archer long ago, how could it possibly fall into your hands..."

For the first time, the roc's fierce roar carried an unbelievable panic. It sensed a deadly threat, a sharp edge that locked cause and effect, an edge from which there was no escape.

At this moment, Wu Yuandao's true body and Dharma form were almost merged into one. The boundless power of the Dharma form was like a bursting dam of a galaxy, frantically pouring into the Heaven-Shaking Bow.

The arrow that shot down the sun began to show intricate and complex patterns on its jet-black shaft. Within these patterns, it seemed as if the blood of ancient gods and demons was flowing, and a shattered sun was rising and falling. At the tip of the arrow, an extreme darkness was gathering, as if the birth and death of a world were at play.

"Wow!"

Without hesitation, the Golden-Winged Roc began to flee. Sensing the shadow of death, it recklessly activated its natal star, Mars, causing brilliant and dazzling starlight to fall like a waterfall.

As night fell, Mars shone with an incomparably dazzling crimson light.

In that instant, the Golden-Winged Roc's speed reached its limit. In an attempt to break free from the Heaven-Shaking Bow's lock, the Heaven-Tearing Diagram technique was activated at full power, tearing through layers of void and instantly escaping the mortal world.

He wanted to use the turbulent void to escape.

However, Wu Yuandao's gaze remained calm as he slowly drew back the bowstring.

The bow is drawn as full as a moon!
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and space itself ceased to fluctuate.

All the sounds of fighting, explosions, and wails on the battlefield vanished, leaving only the grating "creak" of the bowstring being gradually pulled back, a sound that seemed to tug at the heavens and the earth, distorting the sun, moon, and stars.

The next moment, he released his fingers from the string.

"collapse!!!"

An indescribable Daoist sound exploded forth.

That was not a sound, but the lament of heaven and earth.

The ripples from the bowstring vibrations spread out visibly, and wherever they passed, space rippled and broke like water.

The arrow that shot down the sun has disappeared...

Even Wu Yuandao himself could no longer sense the ancient arrow.

The golden-winged roc, which was rapidly traversing the chaotic void, suddenly froze, its body immobilized within the turbulence.

"Pfft!!"

A dull, tearing sound rang out after his body became completely still.

The enormous body of the Golden-Winged Roc plummeted from the void, like a mountain range falling from the sky. With an incredibly terrifying roar, it collapsed more than a dozen mountains and smashed the earth, creating a huge abyss.

This enormous creature was shot down by an arrow, its fate unknown.

At the same time, a rain of light, resembling blood, fell from the sky across the entire southern Xinjiang mountain range, filling the entire sky.

The world was utterly silent.

The ancient Dao artifact, the Heaven-Shaking Bow, reappears, shooting down the Golden-Winged Roc with a single arrow.

Blood rain fell from the sky over the 100,000 mountains of southern Xinjiang.

Wu Yuandao stood holding a bow, the Dharma image behind him slowly dissipating.

At some point, the ancient arrow that shot down the sun returned to his hand; its shaft was jet black and unstained by blood.

"Southern Xinjiang...is about to change!"

Wu Tian, ​​who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. The Heaven-Shaking Bow and the Sun-Shooting Arrow were existences that even time could not fathom.

So he had never seen this scene before.

"Are you OK?"

The earth-shattering battle in the distance terrified Bizhu and Jinzhu'er, and they lost all interest in continuing the fight. The two female demons hurriedly returned.

Bizhu darted forward with her eight spider legs at lightning speed, arriving beside Wu Tian. Seeing that he was unharmed, she breathed a slight sigh of relief, but still couldn't help asking with concern.

But Jin Zhu'er froze completely, staring intently at the desiccated corpse on the ground, her face deathly pale. (End of Chapter)