Alien Science Cultivation

"Haha... then I will give you another piece of news. The Dao here was seriously injured and unconscious by our great ancestor. If not for this, how could the masters of the six paths dare to act so recklessly and cut off the supply of the Dao in an attempt to achieve their long-term rule. Have you never thought about why the Dao here has not woken up yet?" When Wu Tian said this, Gushan was shocked and angry, "Wu Tian... you... you..." Gushan was so angry at the words of the great ancestor that he was speechless for a while, or perhaps it was because the doubts in his heart were resolved, and he could not recover for a while.

"Also... whenever the world's thunder tribulations change, war will follow. I suspect your primary targets will be the beasts of the Western Forest and the human cultivators who have undergone trials there. Because the Great Dao remains undisturbed, the six paths of existence will inevitably be reborn, once again nourishing the Great Dao. This is the law of the world. And the new master of one of the six paths is very likely born in the Western Forest. Therefore, any human or beast born there during that time could be a new Dao Master. The existing masters of the six paths will naturally do everything they can to eliminate that new Dao Master to maintain their long-term dominance... Do you understand now? Are the ghosts still so powerful?" The Great Ancestor spoke to the panting Gushan, his eyes glancing at the hunchbacked old ghost who had struggled to rise from the deep pit. The Great Ancestor flashed and, with a powerful punch, sent the old man, who had just climbed to the surface, flying back up, slamming him hard against the nearby mountain. The mountain shook and then collapsed with a rumbling sound, sending countless flying sand and boulders cascading everywhere.

"You..." Seeing this, Gushan weakly pointed at the Great Ancestor and roared again. The Great Ancestor naturally saw that Gushan's heart was unstable and added fuel to the fire. "Also, do you really think that the Saigon Forest is a forbidden area? Or do you think that the six masters of the six paths abandoned this place for fear of being contaminated by the karma of the elves? Haha... That's too naive. That's because they are no match for our Great Ancestor together, how dare they intervene?"

"Haha... Even we elves don't dare to act so brazenly and arrogantly. You little ghosts, who gave you the courage to kill the new Dao Master?" The Great Ancestor observed Gushan's changing expression, almost certain he was beginning to believe his own words. After all, what the Great Ancestor said was true. How could a Saint King master not discern truth from falsehood? The Great Ancestor paid no attention to Gushan's reaction, his eyes grimly fixed on the hunchbacked ghost elder nestled among the rocks. By this point, the hunchbacked old man had almost grasped his fate. From the moment the Great Ancestor appeared and slapped his own people, the old man knew his only chance of salvation was his own Great Ancestor. However, even his usually invincible Great Ancestor was no match for him, leaving him utterly dejected. Only then did he truly understand the true meaning of the word "disaster" (the word "mouth" can bring disaster).

"Senior... I spoke without restraint, and I am willing to die as an apology... Please don't make things difficult for the rest of our Ghost Clan. If this is truly as you say... then the Ghost Clan cannot escape the fate of being used as pawns..." The hunchbacked old man seemed to no longer pray to leave this place alive, and he could not help but muster up the courage to face it calmly. As a descendant of a branch of the Ghost Lord, he naturally knew things that others could not. For years, the Ghost Clan had been oppressed and exploited by the Demon Clan, and even threatened by the Underworld Clan from Hell. The Ghost Clan now lacked the glory it once had. Even more ridiculous, this outcome could even be the result of his ancestors' participation in the rebellion against the Great Dao. How could he not feel grief at the thought? He had shot himself in the foot. How could he not mourn for his ancestors? The hunchbacked old man, his tone thick with resentment, slowly rose from the rubble. He gazed at his great-grandfather with deep sorrow and knelt. "Great-grandfather... take your people back... never again be anyone's tool... Little Twelve is tired... don't hate the elves; they've already given us the ghosts enough respect. It turns out we ghosts are the clowns... betraying the truth, and ultimately suffering this fate... Enough of our people have died in this battle..." The hunchbacked old man lamented the ghosts' plight with a sorrowful expression, his words hinting at the possibility of his Daoist heart collapsing at any moment. "Little Twelve, please stop talking! It's Great-grandfather's fault, Great-grandfather's incompetence... You are gifted and brilliant, the future of the ghosts. Great-grandfather will protect you even at the cost of his own life..." Gushan gazed at the old man with a look of heartache. Little Twelve, the most gifted of the ghosts, had always been cherished by Gushan, a fact that had led to his insolence. Even at his advanced age, he still couldn't control his mouth. As the old man from Gushan finished speaking, an endless black aura emanated from his body. Instantly, the pressure of a late-stage sage emanated, though Gushan contained it within a ten-foot radius. At this moment, he had no desire to kill innocent people; he simply wanted to take Little Twelve away. The Great Ancestor of the Elven Clan naturally understood his intention. However, an unexpected scene caught Gushan off guard. "Grand Ancestor… Twelve bows in gratitude…" The hunchbacked old man bowed, and his body never rose again. A moment later, wisps of dust-like particles drifted from his body on the wind… "No…" A mournful wail echoed from Gushan, and everyone realized the hunchbacked old man had spontaneously disintegrated. Disintegration is a self-destruction method used by high-level cultivators, allowing their bodies to dissolve into molecular form, existing in the universe in a completely new form, no longer confined to their original physical form. After disintegration, all magical powers and spells dissipate between heaven and earth. This process is completely uncontrollable, and future talents, whether good or bad, are unpredictable. Like spilled water, nothing can be undone after disintegration. However, this move also has certain benefits and is a way to break through one's own limitations.

Gushan watched the slowly fading figure before him, a mouthful of black blood spurting out of his mouth as his body swayed in the air. The ghost spaceships were densely packed with kneeling ghost cultivators, silently mourning. They were the hunchbacked old man's personal guards, having endured life and death with him for years, and were deeply loved and cared for. Now, for them, and for the ghost clan, the old man had chosen to die in battle, a fact they could never accept. Yet, they dared not disobey the old man's dying command, and could only lament silently. The Great Ancestor was also shocked. After all, if Gushan really wanted to fight to the death, he simply couldn't bear to leave the old man named Xiao Twelve behind. After all, even the aftermath of a clash between two great saints would be enough to devastate the Qingshan Sect. And he knew the new Daoist Master was undoubtedly within the Qingshan Sect. If he destroyed him, he would return home with a skinned body, but at least a few broken bones would be inevitable. The thought of this also filled him with fear, for he knew his ancestor's terror firsthand. Zhang Qiang was also stunned by the hunchbacked old man's actions. A quasi-saint could die on command. While not a clean death, the sheer audacity was enough to impress anyone. Zhang Qiang tried to empathize with him, but he wasn't sure he had the courage to dissolve into the world. "Ah... after all, it wasn't a certain death... It's a shame to dissolve into the world like this. I hope you're blessed with great fortune and achieve even greater heights in your next life..." Zhang Qiang naturally understood that if Gushan truly fought to the death, the Great Ancestor would never gamble with the lives of his own people. Although he had slapped his own people upon his appearance, the force was perfectly controlled. While it looked powerful, the actual impact wasn't significant. The only people who would have noticed were likely Zhang Qiang, the Great Ancestor, and Wu Yong himself. Of course, Gushan wasn't there at the time, or he would have noticed. The damage to the ground was largely caused by the Great Ancestor's magical powers, not by Wu Yong's body.

The Great Ancestor and the others silently observed Gushan's grief, without reacting. After all, the Great Ancestor knew that if Gushan were enraged at this point, a fight would be inevitable. Of course, he wasn't afraid of Gushan's wrath; he feared his ancestor's wrath and the lives of the tribesmen present. While his own tribesmen could live on, reduced to bones like his own, they still endured those few days of excruciating pain each month, a pain he believed no one would want to endure. A moment later, two Divine King-level masters from the Ghost Clan's ranks swiftly approached Gushan, supporting him as he flew toward the spaceship, his eyes vacant.

Gushan also obeyed Xiao Twelve's wish and returned safely with his people. After all, the current situation of the Ghost Clan was truly worrying. He had thought that this time he could kill the new Taoist master, receive a reward from the wartime headquarters, and restore the Ghost Clan to its former glory, but in the end he lost so miserably.

The death of a quasi-saint was undoubtedly a loss unprecedented in all previous wars. The Ghost Clan's survival strategy also changed at this moment, from "ghost-demon cooperation" to "pacifying the country before resisting foreign aggression." Although the demons had memories of their past lives and might have cultivated faster, they were not united, and the Ghost Clan could easily expel them. Furthermore, Ksitigarbha's true body was dead, and no one would slander him in front of the Ghost Lord. Ksitigarbha's clone was only at the same level as Gushan. As long as Gushan was unwilling, Ksitigarbha's clone could not get close to the Ghost Lord. The Ghost Clan among the alien beasts, although also a ghost clan, was a clan of alien beasts within the ghost clan, and had nothing in common with the humanoid ghost clan. It was impossible to rely on them.

Of course, these are all things that happened after Gushan returned.