Alien Science Cultivation

Amidst the silence, a dozen elves soared up from the Qingshan Exchange, landing before the flying saucer and kneeling in greeting. "Greetings to the Great Ancestor..." But before the Great Ancestor could respond, a green figure sprinted towards Wu Yong, the elven elder and mid-stage Divine King. "Pa..." A slap sent the elder plummeting from mid-air to the ground, instantly creating a crater several feet deep, demonstrating the terrifying force of the slap. "I've seen you as weak and incompetent since I was little... You didn't even dare to tell us when you were being bullied. If it weren't for my connections, they'd think we elves were easy prey. We're merely neutral, not weak or incompetent..." The Great Ancestor roared at Wu Yong in fury. But now, the Great Ancestor was a skeleton, his voice eerie with anger, as if leaking air from all directions. If it weren't for his imposing presence and strange skeletal form, Zhang Qiang would have burst into laughter. No one present, including the elves, dared to utter a single sound. After all, he had beaten his own people so harshly. If the old man hadn't reached the mid-stage Divine King Realm, that slap would have absolutely killed him. Even the Qingshan Sect's leader, standing beside Zhang Qiang, trembled in fear. "Junior... was wrong... The great ancestor's teaching is..." Elder Wu Yong climbed tremblingly out of the deep pit, kneeling on the ground and speaking loudly. However, half of his face was swollen as a watermelon, and his voice was slurred.

The Great Ancestor ignored him and turned to face the Ghost Tribe's spaceship. The Ghost Elder inside stared in horror at the emerald green crystal skull in front of the ship. Without hesitation, he instantly crushed a jade token pleading for help, his only hope of survival. Seeing the faint green flames in the skull's eyes gazing at him, the Ghost Elder's face was filled with despair. "Senior... I was wrong... It was wrong to offend the Elves. Considering my Great Ancestor is also a Saint, please spare my life... The Ghost Tribe will reward me handsomely..." As the old voice fell, a hunched old man in a black robe appeared before the Great Ancestor and knelt down to apologize sincerely.

The war had now spiraled far beyond the control of the Ghost and Demon Clan. Originally, they had merely sought to annihilate the alien beasts and several sects in a region, while also reaping the spoils of the Yang Realm. However, for over a year, the combined forces of the Ghost and Demon Clan were repelled by the combined forces of the Human and Beast Clan, with neither side gaining an advantage. As a last resort, they resorted to a decoy, hoping to stealthily eliminate the sects with their sheer strength. However, their words had unexpectedly drawn Saints into the conflict. In previous wars, Saints were unlikely to appear, not even Quasi-Saints. They had assumed that this time, the Ghost and Demon Clan, deploying Quasi-Saints, would crush the human sects and holy places, swiftly completing their mission...

"Haha... You're trying to scare me with your parents? Fine... I'll wait for them to come, so you know before you die that there are always people better than you... There are things you, the younger generation, should know..." The Great Ancestor's last, profound words startled everyone present... "What else is there that even the Quasi-Saints don't know...?" Everyone was filled with confusion. The Great Ancestor ignored their expressions and stared at the distant sky without saying a word...

But everyone present still didn't dare to breathe. After all, facing such a powerful person with a bad temper, a little carelessness could lead to destruction.

A quarter of an hour later, a sound of breaking through the air was heard in front of the Great Ancestor, and a white-haired old man with a deathly aura appeared dozens of feet away from the Great Ancestor. The hunchbacked old man of the Ghost Clan, seeing the old man's arrival, seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and crawled towards the old man. The white-haired old man who had just arrived did not look at him directly, but looked at the Great Ancestor of the Elf Clan and could not help but be surprised, "Great Ancestor Wu Tian... ? Little Second Brother Gushan greets Great Ancestor Wu Tian..." The white-haired old man Gushan saluted Wu Tian respectfully. After all, Great Ancestor Wu Tian was an invincible existence in the same realm of the Yin and Yang worlds countless years ago... More than 300,000 years ago, the news of Wu Tian's death spread, and no one had seen Wu Tian since then... At this moment, the aura of this crystal skull was undoubtedly Wu Tian, which made the white-haired old man feel surprised. "Haha... I didn't expect that after hundreds of thousands of years, there are still people who remember me... I, Wu Tian, am still alive even after death..."

“Dead… yet still alive…?”

This left everyone speechless, and Gushan was also puzzled. "It's time for you to understand that we elves are immortal... There's no path for our reincarnation here... In a sense, we are only born here, but we don't die..."

"Impossible..." Gushan responded firmly, "The Ghost Lord controls the reincarnation of all creatures on this planet..."

"Haha...what if we're not creatures from this planet...?"

"What...?" Gushan looked at the Great Ancestor in disbelief. He suspected he had misheard. But at their level of cultivation, it was impossible for them to make such a low-level mistake. He couldn't help but feel a surge of fear.

"There is only birth, no death... Then you..."

"That's right... just as you thought. So, you ghosts are nothing compared to us..." The Great Ancestor said as he stepped in front of the hunchbacked ghost man crawling in mid-air, and then kicked the old man to the ground with a fierce kick. "Did you hear that... The power of the elves is beyond your comprehension."

"You... Wu Tian, don't go too far..." Gu Shan couldn't help but seethe with rage at this scene. However, he knew that as a fellow late-stage Saint, he was no match for Wu Tian. In fact, if the fight continued to the death, he wouldn't even have the chance to escape. "Too far...? This brat dares to threaten my elves. He will surely die in agony today. Even the gods can't save him..."

"Wu Tian... to be honest... we are from the lineage of the Ghost Lord. I'm sure you also know the relationship between the Ghost and Demon clans..."

"Haha... Of course I know, and I know even more than you do. The Ghost Lord, the Heavenly Dao, the Human Emperor, the Animal Dao Lord, the Asura King, the Lord of Hell, the Lords of the Six Paths, have colluded with one another, seeking selfish gain and wreaking havoc on the world. They act recklessly... They've even cut off the supply of the Great Dao, hoping to put it to sleep forever, facilitating their rule over this star field... We elves truly admire your courage. If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll truly believe that you, the Ghost Clan, are invincible, that you, the Six Paths, have the final say in this star field..." The Great Ancestor's voice grew louder, finally shaking the very ground. The numerous cultivators and ghosts nearby seemed precarious. They had no doubt that the Great Ancestor could easily wipe them out if he pleased, or if he wasn't careful...

The Great Ancestor's words shocked all the cultivators present, including those from the human, ghost, and elf races. They were all shocked beyond words. "What... is this true?"

"Impossible..." "It should be true... Look at the current cultivation environment... It's too harsh." "Yes... Look at those thunder tribulations... It seems like they are all means for the six masters to kill cultivators like us..." As the Great Ancestor finished speaking, the cultivators broke free from their silence and began to discuss. As the Great Ancestor finished speaking, the cultivators broke free from their silence and began to discuss. Even the ghost cultivators began to get restless... "Wu Tian... You dare to lie? No matter how powerful you elves are, can you still deal with the masters of the six paths?... You are courting death..." Gushan roared. But the Great Ancestor did not pay attention to his anger.