Alien Science Cultivation

"Haha... His arrogance will surely cost him dearly..." Ancestor Yao Chen responded softly. As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished from the spaceship in a flash, instantly appearing above the canyon. "Mo Xuan... I'm here... Do you dare to fight?" Ancestor Yao Chen shouted towards the demonic spaceship. The human race was stunned. This sudden situation was completely out of their plan. It would be impossible for Ancestor Yao Chen, who was at the early stage of Quasi-Sage, to stop Mo Xuan, a demon general with the cultivation level of a mid-stage Quasi-Sage. Even with the help of the Ten Ancestors of the Elven Clan, it would be extremely difficult, after all, the Ten Ancestors were only at the early stage of Quasi-Sage. Moreover, why would he take such a risk for the human race? After all, he was facing a powerful being at the mid-stage Quasi-Sage. Although the difference was only a small realm, for ordinary cultivators, this difference in combat power was like a huge chasm. In a two-on-one battle, close coordination and the combined power of supernatural powers would be necessary to achieve any damage. Clearly, this was the first time Ancestor Yao Chen and the Ten Ancestors met, and none of the above conditions were present.

At this moment, the implication of Patriarch Yao Chen's words was that he intended to challenge Mo Xuan in single combat. "Ancestor..." Everyone was stunned, and they couldn't help but shout to stop him, but Patriarch Yao Chen waved them off. "I know my limits... I won't die in vain..." Patriarch Yao Chen turned around and smiled at the crowd. Wang Yan lowered his head in deep thought. Patriarch Yao Chen was a legendary figure of his generation. But this legend was no ordinary one, as his cultivation and aptitude were average. Originally, he would never reach the realm of Quasi-Sage in his lifetime. At the end of his life, he would only reach the late stage of Nirvana. He thought his life was coming to an end, but during a trip to the Western Forest, he was taken away by a giant beast and disappeared. Five hundred years later, this Patriarch mysteriously reappeared near the Eternal Holy Land, his cultivation reaching the early stage of Quasi-Sage. Soon, Patriarch Yao Chen used his immense power to suppress the surrounding forces and began to establish the Eternal Holy Sect, the predecessor of the current Eternal Holy Land. Humankind records of this ancestor are scant, so no one knows what he experienced during those five hundred years, or what enabled him to rapidly reach the Quasi-Sage realm. As for the full extent of his power, no one has a rough idea. He annihilated nearly everyone who faced him at full strength, for a time terrifying the Eastern Territory's humankind. Even those who survived his demise would have long since turned to dust over the past hundred thousand years. As the Eternal Holy Sect grew in strength, he gradually faded from public view, becoming its Grand Elder and rarely appearing in public. However, his fame endured. Under his intimidation and persuasion, the human race, once plagued by internal strife, gradually put aside their hatred and began to unite. Afterward, human cultivation experienced unprecedented growth and development, with numerous sects established one after another. Rather than suppressing nearby sects, this ancestor encouraged the establishment of sects across the land. As sects mushroomed across the land, to encourage their development, Patriarch Yao Chen established a system of sect promotions and rank systems. For example, in holy lands, great beings with cultivation levels above Quasi-Sage were undoubtedly present. Similarly, in the Qingshan Sect, no cultivators above Quasi-Sage were ever seen, with the highest being Divine King. However, after these sects experienced the emergence of Quasi-Sage cultivators, these powerful individuals were rarely willing to devote time and energy to sect management, let alone leading the human race. Perhaps out of respect for this elder, they unanimously elected Patriarch Yao Chen to continue as the leader of the human race. Strangely enough, since Patriarch Yao Chen reached the Quasi-Sage realm, his cultivation had remained unchanged, yet his lifespan remained remarkably long, reaching over 200,000 years, comparable to that of a Sage. However, these are merely simple records; no one can shed any light on his cultivation techniques or combat prowess. After all, so much time had passed, and many records had been lost to the passage of time. If Wang Yan hadn't been confirmed as the next generation leader of the human race, thus having access to this rare and obscure information, he wouldn't have known of the legends of Ancestor Yao Chen... It's not an exaggeration to call Ancestor Yao Chen the founder of the human race's cultivation system.

Recalling this information, Wang Yan looked at the figure of Patriarch Yao Chen and couldn't help but feel dazed. Although he didn't know the old man's life experience, but Patriarch Yao Chen, who had come step by step from the distant past to where he is today, was definitely more powerful than he had imagined. He also understood that the old man had been looking for a successor and a last disciple for many years. It seemed that his lifespan was really coming to an end as he said! Wang Yan slowly lowered his head, tears streaming down his face...

"Old Yao Chen... you're courting death..." Mo Xuan exclaimed angrily at Elder Yao Chen's provocative words. He then abandoned his boat and flew towards Elder Yao Chen. Without further ado, the two exchanged probing moves, causing the surrounding space to distort. After a few breaths, neither side could do anything, and they both retreated. "Old man... you're quite capable, but only so far... Demonic Statue..." Mo Xuan roared, and a massive black figure, formed from condensed death energy, suddenly appeared behind him. Shrouded in a black robe, its face was invisible, though a slender black sword was held in its mouth. Its hands swung freely, its ten thick fingers flicking gently, their nails gleaming with a cold gleam, creating a formidable presence. Elder Yao Chen glanced at Mo Xuan's statue and grew serious. After all, that long sword and ten sharp claws weren't just for show. The pressure emanating from them sent even Elder Yao Chen into a flutter. The entire statue looked like the Grim Reaper from Hell. "Watch this, old man... Ghost Shadow Slash..." Mo Xuan didn't hesitate, swiftly activating the statue. The statue's right hand removed the long sword from its mouth and slowly swept it over its head. His left hand then lifted and grasped the hilt. With a fierce swing of both hands, a multi-meter-long black blade shot out at high speed, hurtling towards Elder Yao Chen. "Haha... indeed, not bad, but not enough..." Elder Yao Chen said, swiftly biting his right hand. A drop of blood dripped into the air. As Yao Chen's right hand glided through the air, "Condensation..." Countless spiritual energy condensed behind Elder Yao Chen into a massive dragon-shaped statue, enveloping him. Countless golden scales covered its golden body, emitting a faint golden glow. Four sharp claws, radiating endless golden light, swayed in the wind, and its golden beard swayed with its roar. A closer look revealed a 90% resemblance to Zhulong Zhu Jiuyin, except that its eyes were golden yellow, unlike Zhulong's black-gold. Of course, Zhulong's black-gold eyes were given to him by Zhang Qiang... "The true form of the Netherworld..." Mo Xuan gasped and whispered tremblingly upon seeing the form of the beast summoned by Patriarch Yao Chen. As Mo Xuan's blade approached, Patriarch Yao Chen smiled eerily, a smile that sent cold sweats through Mo Xuan. Before everyone's eyes, the blade's immense power, upon contact with the Netherworld Beast's phantom, was mysteriously absorbed by the Netherworld's body. The Netherworld Beast's phantom then grew larger, shocking everyone. However, Mo Xuan, seemingly anticipating this outcome, ignored the absorbed blade's light and stared intently at the Netherworld Beast's mouth. "Hmm...? It seems the demons are still aware of my existence. But that's normal. Only those of you who died and became demons retain your memories from your lifetime. It's only natural that you understand my methods... I wonder if you can neutralize my own moves that have been magnified twice? Hehe... go..."

Ancestor Yao Chen chuckled softly, then pointed his right index finger at Mo Xuan. The shadow of the Beast Nether Beast then opened its huge mouth, and an even larger black blade light rushed towards Mo Xuan at a high speed... Although Mo Xuan had heard about the Netherworld Magical Power from his ancestor, it was only after he actually faced the Netherworld Magical Power that he truly knew how terrifying it was. His ancestor was killed by this move back then, and after his death, he entered the underworld and never dared to come to the Yang world again. He didn't expect that more than 100,000 years had passed, and the person who killed his ancestor still existed, so he was afraid... Then he also felt a surge of resentment, resentful of why his ancestor didn't tell him that the person with the Netherworld Magical Power was called Yao Chen. It's just that his ancestor didn't know what he was thinking. If he knew, he would definitely give him a slap in the face in response. "I didn't know his name back then... and I didn't know he could still live to this day..."