Alien Science Cultivation

The moment the Black Cauldron made contact with the Thunder Dragon, a roaring sound accompanied by an incomparable black light erupted from the cauldron, a torrent of explosive energy surging like a surging wave towards the twelve golden dragons! For a moment, the twelve golden dragons froze in mid-air in disbelief, their majestic eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief. Then, the black energy erupting from the cauldron swept them away with overwhelming force. The powerful force, like an invisible giant hand, ruthlessly tore through the golden dragons' bodies, extinguishing their radiance inch by inch.

As the beast core exploded, the Golden Eagle Patriarch, looking exhausted yet gratified, glanced at Ni Fang, who sat in meditation with her eyes closed, enveloped in golden light. His gaze was filled with anticipation and blessing. Then, he watched the last of the Thunder Dragons annihilate before his eyes, a satisfied and serene smile on his face, as if he had accomplished the most important mission of his life. As if exhausted, he slowly closed his eyes, his heavy eyelids seeming to bear a tremendous weight.

"Ancestor... No... Ancestor..." The black-robed captain cried hysterically to their ancestor, his voice piercing the air, carrying with it endless grief and despair. Five black-robed figures shot out from all directions, like frantic moths, desperately rushing towards the golden eagle at the center of the explosion. Their eyes were filled with fanaticism and determination, a desire to support their godlike ancestor, as if they were supporting not only him but the hope and future of their entire nation. They could not believe, nor accept, that their ancestor had left the world so completely, abandoning their people...

Zhang Qiang hadn't imagined that the Golden Eagle Ancestor would meet his end in such a tragic manner. For the sake of a will, for the benefit of the Shadow Clan, he was willing to self-destruct his beast core in the most decisive way, perishing alongside the Thunder Dragon. It's said that the higher one's cultivation, the more they cherish their lives and the more they know how to weigh the pros and cons, but the Golden Eagle Ancestor was so relentless. Zhang Qiang was deeply shaken by this tragic scene in the sky, and he involuntarily knelt down in the direction of the Golden Eagle Ancestor's fall! Tears streamed uncontrollably. He didn't understand the Golden Eagle Ancestor's past, didn't know if he was a good or evil person, and even less did he know whether his actions in life were right or wrong. But his unwavering will to serve the future of the Shadow Clan was enough to make all Shadow Clan members follow him, enough to be admired by any cultivator or beastman!

The vortex in the sky stopped spinning, and the heavy dark clouds, as if moved by this great sacrifice, began to weep, and huge raindrops poured down. The wind in the sky seemed to wail, and in the forest it whimpered, its voice like a sob, as if telling the story of a hero's end.

The moment the five black-robed hands touched the Golden Eagle Ancestor's form, his body transformed into tiny specks of golden starlight at a visible speed. As gentle as a mother's caress, it slowly scattered toward the earth. "No..." The five people's simultaneous cry resounded through the sky, their voices filled with deep resentment and pain.

The sounds of wind, rain, and sobbing blended together, creating a mournful melody. Zhang Qiang knelt helplessly, head bowed, as if his spine were bent by the immense grief. To his left lay the black-robed captain, already weeping uncontrollably. His fingers had been deeply embedded in the tree branches, their knuckles white. As the rain washed over them, traces of blood slowly dripped down the branches, gathering into a small pool on the ground. To his right stood Ni Fang, her back to the scene, surrounded by golden light. Tears had already filled her eyes, and they dripped down her cheeks, leaving traces of sorrow on her clothes.

"Ouch..." A mournful wail echoed in the direction where the ancestor had vanished, a cry of endless gratitude, yet also a poignant farewell. "The ancestor is gone... but his legacy lives on. The Shadow Clan still has hope. Bring that kid into the formation, secure the Heaven and Earth Cauldron... Hurry and move..." True to his battle-hardened captain, he was the first to recover from his grief. Zhang Qiang glanced at the deep pit where his eldest brother lay, naked and smoking, sprawled on the ground. If it weren't for the faint movement of his chest, anyone would have mistaken it for a charred corpse, lifeless.

The five black-robed men kneeling in the distance seemed suddenly awakened by their captain's words. As if they had heard the ancestor's inheritance and the Shadow Clan's hope, they all simultaneously glanced toward Zhang Qiang and the other two, their eyes confirming something crucial. Then, the five black-robed men sprang into action. Zhang Qiang had wanted to check on the eldest brother, perhaps offer some assistance, but Ni Fang's fragile state left him deeply concerned! The captain didn't go either. Zhang Qiang knew that at this moment, his only unwavering concern was protecting Ni Fang and getting her safely into the magic circle. Everything else seemed unimportant...

Four black-robed figures worked together to lift the eldest brother, swift as an arrow from a bow, toward the formation. Another hurriedly followed the path of the fallen Heaven and Earth Cauldron! Zhang Qiang and the captain didn't dare delay a moment. They lifted Ni Fang and instantly vanished from the spot, heading straight for the formation! They knew full well that the earth-shattering thunder tribulation had alarmed many terrifying beings. In this perilous world of immortal cultivation, opportunism is common. Zhang Qiang, though only a few months into his cultivation career, was no fool! He held the Netherworld Scabbard in his hands, and Ni Fang was currently the key target of the black-robed group's protection. The sooner the formation was opened, the safer everyone would be. They had to reach the formation first!

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiang no longer held back and frantically activated his Dantian. The captain in front of him secretly smacked his lips in amazement, "Is this just some kid from the Qi Training Realm? His speed has surpassed mine! The Shadow Clan has always been known for its speed, not to mention I'm still in the Nascent Soul Realm, and yet he's been pushed along! That senior brother is incredibly powerful, I've already experienced that, but suddenly I feel this kid is even more terrifying than him... And the ancestor's tone when speaking to him is unusually polite, even calling him "little friend"... That senior brother is a demon, this kid is a genius... What about that little girl? The ancestor seems to have a deep meaning in every word... What else..." The captain kept recalling every word of the ancestor. The ancestor's legacy, the future of the Shadow Clan, now rested on the shoulders of the six black-robed men. The immense pressure they were under was self-evident, especially him, the captain, and he was only in the early Nascent Soul Realm! Unable to keep up with the human cultivator from the Qi Refining Realm behind him, he couldn't help but feel extremely guilty... He felt that his Nascent Soul Realm was too insignificant, and even felt that all these years of cultivation had been in vain...