Alien Science Cultivation

Mo Xuan's expression shifted repeatedly as he watched the swiftly approaching black blade light. After all, he knew his own black light all too well, and knew the extent of his power. It was practically impossible for him to block the doubled-magnified blade light without taking any damage. If he were slain by his own magical power, it would be a truly humiliating loss. Like his ancestor, he would never dare or face the shame of appearing in the Yang Realm again after his death. Mo Xuan gritted his teeth at the thought, his face etched with ruthlessness... "Multifaceted clone... appear..." Mo Xuan's face was etched with pain. Summoning the multifaceted clone he had cultivated for years was his second-best, hidden, and most powerful means. After all, his clone was forged from a Divine King-level expert of the Multifaceted Clan. After years of cultivation, it had already reached the early stages of Quasi-Sagehood. He had intended to team up with his clone to kill Yao Chen, but in the very first move of their fight, he was forced to summon his own multifaceted clone. The moment the clone was summoned, it caught sight of the swiftly approaching black blade light and roared, "You loser..." Without time to dodge, the ghost cultivator quickly transformed into a middle-aged man. A deadly aura swirled around him, and a massive tortoise-shell-shaped shield appeared before his clone, shielding him. As he did so, the black blade light arrived. With a resounding bang, the tortoise shell was split open by the blade, and the clone was thrown back dozens of feet onto the mountainside, black blood gushing from its chest. While the clone wasn't completely killed, it had largely lost its combat effectiveness. While Elder Yao Chen had temporarily gained the upper hand, he knew he didn't truly control the situation. He remained solemnly watching Mo Xuan's true form, paying no attention to the severely injured clone. "Old man... it seems your magical powers are fueled by blood essence. I'd like to see how much blood essence you have available..." Mo Xuan raged at his severely injured clone. After all, it was a multifaceted ghost he had acquired at great expense from the ghost tribe. The multifaceted human race is becoming increasingly rare, and the multifaceted ghost and demon races in the underworld are also pitifully few, with even fewer above the Divine King realm... I had assumed that even if my clone couldn't withstand the blade's radiance, it wouldn't be seriously injured and completely incapacitated. Even if it survived this time, it would require an incalculable amount of time and precious resources to recover. At this thought, I felt a surge of panic. "Demon Claw..." Mo Xuan pointed with his right hand, and the Dharma image behind him mysteriously extended its hands, speeding towards Elder Yao Chen. "I didn't expect this kid to be stupid, truly capable. Since he can guess that my supernatural powers derive from my essence and blood, it seems he has reason to be proud, but his character isn't strong enough... Otherwise, combined with his multifaceted clones, he might have a chance of killing me..." Elder Yao Chen mentally analyzed Mo Xuan's situation, hoping to better utilize his essence and blood. As the demon claws approached, Elder Yao Chen swung his right hand, and two flying knives flew from his sleeves at high speed towards the two demon claws. After the two collided, the demon hand paused, then exploded and vanished. Ten more black nail blades, gleaming with a cold light, appeared, advancing at an even faster pace towards Elder Yao Chen. Seeing this, Mo Xuan couldn't help but smile triumphantly. "I knew you'd attack the Demon God's Arm, but even if you don't, they'll explode, increasing the speed and power of the ten nail blades. The Demon God Claw was meant to confuse you, old man. You've been fooled. I don't believe your Netherworld True Body could devour my refined weapons and even reflect them back at you... Haha..." Mo Xuan's smile widened upon seeing his scheme succeed. Mo Xuan had reached the level of Quasi-Sage, and his aptitude and understanding were naturally unmatched by ordinary men. It was true that the Netherworld True Body couldn't devour the rebound of Mo Xuan's weapon. After all, it was a weapon refined at great expense, and it moved according to the will of its master. Even the Netherworld Beast's true form would struggle to instantly erase another's refined weapon, then instantly refine it into its own weapon, and then acknowledge its master with a drop of blood. Missing any one of these three steps would make it impossible to fully control and unleash the full power of the nail blades, let alone achieve a doubled rebound. Although Elder Yao Chen's aptitude and understanding were average, his two hundred thousand years of combat experience was beyond Mo Xuan's comprehension. Just as Mo Xuan thought he had inflicted a crushing blow on Elder Yao Chen, ten flying knives pierced through space, accurately blocking the attacks of ten nail-like blades. A clanging sound rang out as Mo Xuan's eyes narrowed. It wasn't the ten nail-like blades that were blocked, but rather the horror of these ten daggers being able to traverse space. The two knives Elder Yao Chen had previously flung out had disappeared after the explosion, and Mo Xuan initially believed the daggers had been reduced to ash. At that moment, he vaguely sensed two cold rays rapidly approaching his dantian and heart. "Damn it... This little idiot is even more sinister than me..." Mo Xuan, realizing the situation, felt a wave of self-deprecation. While the Netherworld Blood gave the daggers the ability to traverse space, the perception of a high-level cultivator was equally formidable. Without hesitation, Mo Xuan retreated, barely hiding within the Dharmakaya body behind him. As flecks of black blood scattered through the air, two daggers flashing with a cold light appeared before everyone's eyes. Mo Xuan was overcome with fear and anger. Everyone else was also in disbelief. "It seems that Ancestor Yao Chen's re-election as leader of the human race is well-deserved... This kind of method is truly beyond the reach of ordinary people," Wang Yan sighed. Although he failed to seriously injure Mo Xuan, it was enough to make him waver. Mo Xuan stretched out his right hand to heal his wound, but his expression changed. "Old man... you're not only cunning, but also malicious... The dagger is even heavily poisoned..." Mo Xuan didn't dare to be careless. He quickly sat down, checked his condition, and harnessed the power of Guixu to detoxify himself. A poison that even a Quasi-Saint was so fearful could only be imagined to be powerful. Although everyone felt that Ancestor Yao Chen's methods were somewhat ruthless, they were all on the same side, so naturally, they took it for granted. Furthermore, poison cultivators were not uncommon in the cultivation world, and their use of poison seemed natural. "Haha... boy, you know so little about me. I was ruthless back then, far more than just this. Do you think humanity's current status is solely due to force and benevolence?" Elder Yao Chen's voice was low, yet it contained the power of the Law. Not only Mo Xuan heard it clearly, but Wang Yan and his companions as well. "Yes... To establish order among humanity in that chaotic era, how could one survive without ruthless means..." Wang Yan seemed to understand that Elder Yao Chen was criticizing him.

After all, as the successor to the leader of the human race, he must be ruthless in maintaining order. However, Patriarch Yao Chen's words resonated like a tidal wave in Mo Xuan's ears... "Old man... what did you do to me..." Mo Xuan shouted at Yao Chen. "Nothing. I just injected some Spiritual Power Powder into your system... Honestly, this is the first time I've used it on a demon, so I don't know how effective it will be..." Patriarch Yao Chen spoke softly, not hiding anything. "Spiritual Power Powder..." Everyone was shocked upon hearing this. They knew there was no cure for Spiritual Power Powder. Unless a Saint-level being intervened, or someone protected their Dantian and sacrificed their physical body, the poisoned would gradually lose their spiritual power, their cultivation declining, and they would eventually become crippled. This poison was extremely difficult to refine and practically in short supply. As the leader of the human race, Patriarch Yao Chen had spent a fortune to obtain a small amount, preserving it for emergencies. Now it was perfectly timed, a testament to the unforeseen. However, he wasn't sure if it would work against the demons, and at this moment, he didn't dare to rashly attack Mo Xuan within the statue. Mo Xuan felt his Guixu power slowly dissipate, and his fear grew even greater. Although this was the first time he had heard of Lingli San, the name made it clear that this poison had the effect of dispersing spiritual power. As a demon who cultivated the energy of Guixu, he had originally prayed that the poison would have no effect on Guixu power, but his prayers seemed to go unheard. As the power of Guixu dissipated faster and faster, Mo Xuan despaired, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes, "Concentrate..."

Mo Xuan gritted his teeth and spat out a single word. The towering Dharma image that had once enveloped him rapidly shrank, its form becoming increasingly solid. When it reached the same size as Mo Xuan, he waved his right hand and shouted, "Go..." Elder Yao Chen realized that Mo Xuan was preparing to self-destruct his Dharma image, a desperate fight. While the image's detonation wouldn't kill the original body, the time and energy required to condense it again was prohibitive. For a high-level cultivator, self-destructing their Dharma image was essentially a sign of sheer desperation, much like a lower-level cultivator's self-destruction of their Dantian. Elder Yao Chen naturally didn't dare underestimate the tactics of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint and concentrated his energy on dealing with the swiftly approaching Dharma image. However, sensing the image's power, Elder Yao Chen's expression darkened. He glanced back in the direction of the Eternal Holy Land with reluctance, glancing at Wang Yan and his companions. The crowd couldn't care less now. If the ancestor took the force of the Dharma image head-on, he would be seriously injured or even killed. If he didn't, the Eternal Holy Land behind ancestor Yao Chen would be annihilated, and the millions of cultivators there would also be affected. "Hehe... We can't leave Mo Xuan here... If he doesn't die, he'll become a grave threat to our human race in the future..." Everyone prepared to rush to ancestor Yao Chen's side to jointly resist the Dharma image's explosive power, but he stopped them. Everyone understood what Yao Chen meant, gritted their teeth, and rushed towards Mo Xuan, who had left his body. Mo Xuan's consciousness, a translucent figure, clutched his black pill and sped towards the illusion town where the ghost clan's spaceship was located. In a flash, he entered the illusion array... "Damn... This guy is so cunning..." Wang Yan exclaimed furiously after watching Mo Xuan enter the magic array. Although Mo Xuan had separated from his physical body and abandoned his Dharma image, he could no longer use most of his powerful magical powers. However, as long as he could quickly retake another body, with his mid-stage Quasi-Sage cultivation, escaping them wouldn't be a problem. Even the Tenth Ancestor of the Elven Clan wouldn't necessarily be able to stop him. At this moment, Elder Yao Chen no longer had the energy to pay attention to the situation. After his final words, he unhesitatingly bit his right hand again, and two drops of blood essence appeared in mid-air. With his hands, he rapidly pushed the blood essence to form a complex circular pattern on his face. "Netherworld Abyss... Rise!" With a soft cry, the complex pattern in the air instantly transformed into an endless black hole... just enough to suck in the speeding Dharma image of Mo Xuan. The black hole then slowly disappeared. Mo Xuan's Dharma image also disappeared. The old man, like a dying lamp, his physical body slowly withered. He stared fixedly at Wang Yan. He wanted to help, but it was a relief that his two legs could keep him afloat. Wang Yan glanced at Elder Yao Chen behind him and, like a madman, threw punch after punch at the illusion array. He hated his own inadequate cultivation, having been of no help from beginning to end. He also hated the fact that he had been virtually unable to fulfill the ancestor's final request. At this moment, he began to waver in his plans to become the next leader of the human race. Several Divine King Realm masters nearby also shed tears, attacking the formation with all their might. They didn't dare to support ancestor Yao Chen, let alone the face to do so... The Tenth Ancestor, observing this scene, couldn't help but sigh with emotion.