Alien Science Cultivation

While this monk didn't resemble a ghost, aside from his demonic aura and incredibly powerful aura, he wasn't much different from a normal monk. Upon sensing the monk's aura, everyone's faces paled. Even the aura of the sect leader couldn't match it. Despite this, no one sat still. Chen Ying's armor and high-powered nuclear gun shone brightly, ready to attack at any moment. Wang Yan, clad in a black outfit, emerged, holding a pair of curved black blades in front of her. Wang Yu's incantation began to resonate...

"Haha... Wangyue, how are you? I wanted to go out to look for you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door on your own... This time, I will keep you no matter what..." The old monk looked at Zhang Wuyou and said with a smile, but that smile made everyone feel as if they were falling into an ice cellar. Everyone couldn't help but look at Zhang Wuyou with confusion. At this moment, Zhang Wuyou seemed to be possessed by a foreign object, with a faint light flashing in his eyes. The image of Zhang Wuyou in Zhang Qiang's eyes had completely solidified and enveloped his whole body. As Zhang Wuyou raised his head, a sword beam rushed towards the black monk at a very fast speed. Its speed was so fast that even Zhang Qiang's spiritual sense could hardly perceive it. The monk raised his hand, and the Buddhist beads went towards the sword beam. With a "bang...", the sword beam dissipated.

"Ksitigarbha... if you hadn't outmaneuvered me with your innate treasure, the Black Sky Pearl, you would have long since perished at my hands... Since ancient times, humans and demons have been incompatible. You've been secretly colluding with the Lords of the Six Paths, inciting war between the Yin and Yang Realms in order to strengthen your demon clan... Aren't you afraid that the Great Dao will awaken... and annihilate your entire clan?"

"Haha... The Great Dao? This world currently only has the Six Paths, and I, the Buddha-Head who rules half of the underworld, how can the Great Dao awaken without the Six Paths' supply... But you know more than I anticipated... But this secret will eventually be buried by my own hands today, haha... All of you, die... Dark Dzi Bead..." As the monk finished speaking, a huge blood-red bead appeared above everyone's heads. In an instant, it shone brightly, and countless eerie red lightning began to spread. "Sword Drawing Technique... Storm Style..."

Zhang Wuyou roared, and countless sword shadows swirled around him at high speed. As Zhang Wuyou flew up to meet the red lightning in the sky, "Bang, bang, bang..." As tiny sparks fell, the red lightning and the flying swords disappeared into the air.

"I never thought... your Moonlight, broken and lost, could still withstand my attack. I'm starting to like you... Haha... Why don't you die and serve my demon clan? We'll surely achieve unparalleled hegemony... Dark Baptism... Die..." Dizang soared into the air at lightning speed, a pair of black wings instantly appearing behind him. Then, countless blood-red meteorites descended upon the crowd, obscuring the sky and the sun. Zhang Wuyou solemnly looked up at the incoming red meteorites, his eyes betraying a hint of fear. At this moment, Zhang Qiang's voice echoed through the air: "Senior Wangyue, catch... your Moonlight... It's been waiting for you... Though broken, it still recognizes you as its sole master..." Startled, Zhang Wuyou snatched the swiftly falling blade. His aura instantly surged. Without a second thought, he roared, "Sword Drawing Technique... Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin..." Instantly, countless sword shadows flashed across the sky, charging towards each of the rapidly falling blood-red meteorites. With the clash of countless collisions, the entire sky seemed stained a crimson red by the shattered meteorite particles. After the dust settled, Zhang Wuyou was half-kneeling on the ground, blood constantly flowing out of his mouth, and there was a huge wound on his chest, with blood splattered everywhere... He looked seriously injured.

"Senior Wangyue... whether it's innate or acquired... if your heart desires it... let faith guide you..." Zhang Qiang shouted at Zhang Wuyou at top speed. Because Zhang Qiang understood the Moonlight's stubbornness. It refused to accept anyone else as its master except Wangyue. Even though its blade was broken, its spirit wounded... it still waited for Wangyue's return, for him to pick himself up once more, to charge forward once more, to forge ahead courageously... waiting for this moment to avenge its previous humiliation...

"If your heart desires... let faith guide you... whether it's innate... or acquired..." Zhang Wuyou repeated Zhang Qiang's words word for word... After a moment... Zhang Wuyou seemed to understand Zhang Qiang's meaning. He stood up tremblingly, placed the knife in front of his eyes, wiped the blood he had splashed on the blade with his sleeve, and whispered to the dagger, "...for all these years...I've wronged you..." Then he slowly placed the knife into the sheath in his left hand, bent down, closed his eyes, and slowly spread his legs...

"Only one breath left... What can you use to fight me? Haha..." Dizang couldn't help but laugh, "Ode to Death..."

"The first move of the sword-drawing technique... Draw the sword and cut..." As both sides finished speaking, a blood-red Buddhist bead, accompanied by endless dazzling blood light, flew towards the crowd. An endless black sword light, also from the broken knife raised by Zhang Wuyou, quickly rushed towards the blood-red Buddhist bead... At the moment when the two collided, a strange scene appeared. The black sword light penetrated the blood-red Buddhist bead as if it were tofu, and headed straight for Dizang without slowing down. As Dizang looked terrified, the sword light instantly pierced his body...

Everyone was stunned, and a moment later, a hush fell. A moment later, Zhang Wuyou's body fell heavily to the ground, and Dizang's body, along with the black pill, split in two and fell to the ground. The fierce battle ended with such a tragic outcome, leaving people deeply moved. The price of victory was huge, and Zhang Wuyou's serious injury and Dizang's defeat made people feel the cruelty of battle.

As the two men fell, everyone recovered from their shock. Zhang Qiang dashed to Zhang Wuyou's side, his spiritual sense rapidly enveloping his entire body, frantically mobilizing the power of his Dantian to repair Zhang Wuyou's damaged cells. At this moment, Zhang Wuyou's Dharma image became unstable, appearing and disappearing. "Thank you... young man..." As Zhang Wuyou's soft words rang out, the Dharma image behind him instantly vanished. "Thank you... for making all my persistence pay off..." Another woman's voice echoed in everyone's ears, accompanied by a transparent spirit that flew out from Moonlight's shattered body. Zhang Qiang wanted to save the sword spirit, but he couldn't save Wangyue! Ultimately, he gave up the idea. For countless years, she waited for her master, refusing to follow anyone else, just to meet her master again one day, even if the result was annihilation.

Watching the scene before him, Zhang Qiang was overcome with grief, falling heavily to his knees, tears streaming uncontrollably. For the first time in his life, Zhang Qiang witnessed a hero willing to sacrifice himself for world peace. It was also the first time he'd seen such a dedicated sword spirit, and even more so, the first time he'd seen a sword cultivator choose a blade instead of a sword as his companion weapon. Zhang Qiang didn't know the connection between them, but what struck him most deeply at that moment was the distinction between good and evil, right and wrong, completely altering his original Buddhist perspective on the two. "...Farewell, two seniors... In your lifetime, you will slay any beasts that need to be slain, and any gods and demons that need to be slain..."