Alien Science Cultivation

However, things sometimes happen unexpectedly. "The three of you hide... There's a group of ghost spaceships coming at high speed ahead... We weren't discovered, but rather encountered by coincidence..." The old man quickly transmitted a message to Zhang Qiang and the other two. Zhang Qiang's spiritual sense moved, enveloping Chen Ying and Wang Yan and pulling them to his side. The three of them rapidly disintegrated and disappeared from the spot. A moment later, dozens of giant black spaceships came towards them, and a thick aura of death filled the space where the flying boats were. The outlines of the spaceships could not be clearly seen, and only their general appearance could be perceived. The old man's eyes showed a solemn look. He took a few steps forward and spoke first: "I am Wu Yong, the elder of the elves. I am passing through here with my family members this time. I hope you ghost brothers don't mind. My elves have always focused on trade and do not interfere in other matters. Since ancient times, we have maintained a neutral position in all wars..." The old man spoke in a clear and resonant voice, neither humble nor arrogant. "Elder Wu Yong, you're welcome. The elves are wise to remain neutral. If drawn into this war, even if the elves unleash their ultimate weapons, they will struggle to protect themselves..." An elderly voice echoed from the largest black flying boat in the front row. Its voice was gentle yet imbued with immense authority. Though it spoke only a few words, it seemed to be understated, yet it carried a hint of menace. Daring to directly threaten a mid-stage Divine King, one could only imagine the strength of the other. Wu Yong wasn't angry. Instead, he smiled and bowed, "Yes, I understand your meaning..." "Well, I'm glad to know." As the gentle voice echoed from the black craft again, it took off again, brushing past the elven craft. As the black craft approached the group's boat, the subtle pressure it emanated caused the elves to prostrate themselves on the ground in embarrassment.

As the black spaceship drifted away, Wu Yong straightened his slightly bent back, steadied himself, and once again controlled the craft to accelerate forward. An hour later, Zhang Qiang, accompanied by Chen Ying and Wang Yan, reappeared from the spot where they had vanished. "That was close... Did the Quasi-Saints personally descend upon the battlefield?" the old man muttered to himself, a wave of fear building in his heart. "The Quasi-Saints, such a terrifying existence. I was nearly discovered by his spiritual sense just now. I should find an opportunity to cultivate my first and second Dantian." Zhang Qiang, too, recalled the scene with a look of horror. It seemed as if the Divine King held no nerve in the face of the Quasi-Saint. Though only one realm higher in cultivation, the gulf between the two realms felt immense. The spiritual sense below the Divine King was breadth, while that above the Quasi-Saint seemed to be a combination of breadth and depth. Their spiritual sense was essentially the same as Zhang Qiang's, capable of perceiving changes in individual molecules. It seemed normal for those above the Saint level to perceive the existence of atoms. Just now, for the sake of safety, Zhang Qiang had fortunately decomposed the three people's bodies into atoms. Just as they were about to be completely atomized, an invisible spiritual consciousness penetrated a few molecular cells, causing Zhang Qiang's body's transformation from molecular to atomic state to pause noticeably. Although this spiritual consciousness did not reach the depth of Zhang Qiang's spiritual consciousness, its terrifying breadth was definitely beyond his reach.

"Young Master Zhang, your methods are truly formidable. I've been enlightened. I thought we were doomed this time, but I didn't expect you to be able to evade the quasi-saint's divine sense. It seems my understanding of your combat prowess was still superficial after our previous battle. Haha..." Wu Yong couldn't help but laugh. "Senior, you're too kind. It was just a fluke just now. We nearly got you all killed. I'm truly sorry for making you follow the three of us through the gates of hell." Zhang Qiang said, bowing his fist in apology to the old man and everyone on the spaceship. Wu Yong's eyes narrowed instantly after Zhang Qiang finished speaking. In that situation, besides his own Divine King-level divine sense, it seemed Zhang Qiang's sense was even more perceptive of the quasi-saint's presence. Thinking back to Zhang Qiang's discovery of the worms beneath the desert, it seemed this young man's sense possessed a sense of surveilling and dominating everything. I had originally thought Zhang Qiang's discovery of the worms was based on the unusual movements in the desert, but now it seemed he had truly discovered their existence. Zhang Qiang and the other two's understanding of the elves had also risen to a new level. Even beings at the quasi-saint level are unwilling to provoke the elves easily. What kind of powerful weapons do the elves have?

"Young friend, you're being polite. Life and death are inherently unpredictable, and those who cultivate the Tao will naturally understand this," Wu Yong said with a smile. Without waiting for Zhang Qiang's response, he ignited the flying boat with all his might, heading for the desert's outer reaches. Half a month later, the number and variety of animals in the desert increased, and their cultivation levels correspondingly weakened. It was easy to surmise that the flying boat had reached the desert's outer reaches. At this point, Elder Wu Yong and the others gradually relaxed their composure. After all, the danger level here was negligible compared to the desert's central region. While there had been a few dangerous moments along the way, aside from the life-or-death crisis with the worm, Elder Wu Yong explained that this desert journey had been relatively smooth. This might be because ghosts had entered the desert, discouraging the ferocious beasts from venturing out easily, or perhaps the beasts had been gathered somewhere to participate in the war against the underworld. As a result, the number of high-level ferocious beasts encountered in the central desert had decreased significantly. After a quick glance around, the old man stood at the bow of the boat, and a desert map appeared before him. After a slight adjustment in direction, the spaceship flew at top speed for over a month before finally glimpsing the edge of land. As the spaceship neared the land, a circular teleportation array several hundred feet high slowly came into view. Thousands of massive energy cannons stood on constant alert near the array, and the fleeting human monks constantly patrolled the area for any suspicious activity. Beneath the massive array were several medium- and small-sized arrays. "So this looks like a long-range teleportation array," Wang Yan asked Wu Lang, Wu Yong's granddaughter. "Yes, Sister Wang. I've been here twice. Each teleportation costs tens of thousands of top-grade spirit stones. Grandpa said those massive energy cannons cost thousands of them to activate. Even a Divine King-level expert wouldn't be able to withstand the attack of ten energy cannons, and there are over a thousand of them here," Wu Lang replied. Everyone could hear clearly, and a wave of embarrassment washed over them. Zhang Qiang also carefully analyzed the power of the energy cannons on site, confirming Wu Lang's predictions. However, if one's physical skills are good enough, such as if the "Extreme Shadow Art" has reached its peak, it is completely possible to avoid the energy cannon attack. What Zhang Qiang can think of, the human cultivators who built the magic circle can naturally think of as well. The energy cannon is the apparent strength, and the generals who secretly command here are definitely beings above the level of the God King, and there are even more than one. The old man controlled the spacecraft to slowly slow down until it stopped, and led everyone to slowly fly towards the magic circle. "Please stop flying, otherwise you will be killed without mercy. Please understand the new wartime regulations." A voice that was neither loud nor low sounded, and the voice was filled with pressure. Except for old man Wu Yong, everyone's flight was interrupted instantly. "It's the pressure of the God King. Let's land and move forward on foot. Don't be misunderstood, this time it is a notification and a warning, next time it will be a beheading." After the old man explained, he landed on the ground first, and everyone followed. As the group descended, a tall, thin, middle-aged human cultivator in the late Feather Transformation stage clasped his fists and asked, "Where are you going, everyone..." "Good fellow, at the late Feather Transformation stage, you'd be considered a master even in the inland areas. Here, you're only fit to be a waiter." Chen Ying couldn't help but telegraph to Zhang Qiang and Wang Yan. "To the eastern human area," the old man replied politely, also clasping his fists. Although the other cultivator was only in the late Feather Transformation stage, in this area, even a Divine King of Great Perfection, let alone a mid-stage one, would have to crawl. "Ten thousand top-grade spirit stones are enough to activate a small magic circle for you," the tall, thin cultivator replied loudly after glancing at the group.