Alien Science Cultivation

But it's much better than a teleportation array. Teleportation doesn't cause any energy fluctuations, it's silent and unnoticeable. Otherwise, do you think I'd be so foolish as to penetrate the ground to find you? Although our Heavenly Silkworm Clan's combat power isn't high and our defense is average, with our wisdom and this body, we've managed to thrive in this world..."

It was clear that the shell Dulong had given Zhang Qiang was truly extraordinary. His own… this was the last shell he'd shed… so naturally, its power was the most powerful… Zhang Qiang pondered, slowly accepting this brother from the bottom of his heart. "Are there any other functions?… Besides teleportation and shielding ghosts' consciousness…"

"And there's also phone calls... reverse transmission... does that count as protection from the wind and rain?"

"Talk? Reverse transmission?" "Yeah... you haven't studied it..." It's true, Zhang Qiang really hadn't studied it. At first, he just wanted to cover up the ghost body's consciousness, and he didn't think it was a rare magic weapon on this continent. After all, there are countless animals on the earth that shed their skin, and no one would regard the shed skin as a treasure.

"You can speak into the ear holes on the shell, and I'll naturally be able to hear you... Reverse teleportation means that the people and objects inside this shell can be controlled by my thoughts and will come to my side. It can be said that there are no taboos. Most of our wealth as Heavenly Silkworms depends on them, and we can enter the immortal tombs that others dare not trespass... Of course, we often lose the shell in the process, and we can't reclaim it remotely. We Heavenly Silkworms metamorphose four times in our lifetime, and four more times after we transform into ghost bodies... Of course, we have to survive to metamorphose. I have already metamorphosed four times, three times in my lifetime... Alas, I was unable to form a cocoon in this life, and I hope to become a butterfly in this ghost body after death..."

"Isn't it a moth emerging from its cocoon? Are you sure it's a butterfly?... And you're talking about robbing someone's tomb, and you're saying you're feeling superior..." Zhang Qiang asked with confusion and disdain! "Brother Qiang... this is my clan's secret, how do you know? Normally, it's a moth, but a hundred years ago, I came across the tomb of an incredibly powerful seven-colored butterfly... The aura of that corpse alone is stronger than my ancestor's. Haha... I borrowed some of its essence and blood. With it, after I cocoon, I will surely become a powerful seven-colored butterfly... My strength will then..." Seeing Dulong's longing expression, he wanted to give him a stick. It's just stealing, but you have to call it borrowing. It seems tomb robbing exists in every world! There are even professional groups of people, beasts, and ghosts who have created all kinds of vocabulary to glorify the theft, such as: borrowing without returning, excavating with a certificate, tomb-touching with a talisman, excavating with a command, moving mountains with a technique, and removing mountains with armor... Time slowly approached noon as these two lively characters communicated with each other. They practiced and chatted. "So is your ghost body dead? Or alive?"

"Hmm... half dead, I guess... I was ambushed and killed, and after death, my soul was pulled here by an invisible force... Along the way, I encountered many similar souls being pulled here. It happened to be midnight when we got here, but it wasn't just coincidence... It was more like all the dead souls arrived at midnight on time, approaching this entrance. Although the souls couldn't sense the existence of spiritual energy, they could sense the presence of Guixu Qi when they came here. The ghost's Dantian would automatically be filled with this Guixu Qi. If they worked hard to absorb it, they would achieve a little bit of Qi Perfection, but it was enough to break free from that pulling force. Of course, most of the souls were sucked in, and then they began to absorb Guixu Qi to practice... And then, and then, they became like this now..."

"Damn... that's a dead person... then why didn't you go back to see your family...?"

"Go back...? Haha... Actually, my original last name is Zhu... Let's not talk about this..." Looking at Dulong who seemed to be hesitant to speak, with hatred in the corners of his eyes and traces of tears, Zhang Qiang roughly understood that this must be a child of a large family, who was treated differently by the elders of the family, and then his childhood sweetheart's fiancé broke off the engagement, and then he shouted in anger "Don't bully the poor young man...", and was finally retaliated and killed by his fiancée and that wild man! This is what is written in novels! It seems that this is a future big boss! This thigh must be held tightly! Zhang Qiang thought to himself. "It seems that this entrance to hell is really like that... The soul is sucked in and re-enters the cycle of reincarnation..."

Time flew by like a fleeting horse, and before long, Zhang Qiang had been cultivating in this cave for over a month. Dulong also came every evening, and the two of them bantered as they practiced. For the first time, Zhang Qiang felt that cultivation wasn't so tedious. Zhang Qiang sealed his first and second dantians, maintaining his Qi training at Great Perfection. However, his third dantian underwent a slight transformation. The once pale golden aura had turned white under Zhang Qiang's constant pressure. The black and white aura gradually evolved into tadpole-like structures, slowly entwining and rotating. His spiritual awareness had also reached a range of a thousand feet. Previously, his spiritual awareness could only sense and control the movement of molecules, but now it could vaguely sense the atoms within them, achieving unfettered control. Previously, controlling molecules with his spiritual awareness to form a ten-foot-wide crater took a split second (0.36 milliseconds), but now it took only 0.18 seconds, nearly twice as fast. This made Zhang Qiang ecstatic. The reason he was able to kill the Red Blood Centipede at the Qi Training stage was largely due to his fast speed.

Sunrise and sunset, a year passed in the blink of an eye. Zhang Qiang had been sitting there for five years, leaving Dulong both impressed and speechless. He admired Zhang Qiang's perseverance, not moving for five years! If they hadn't communicated with each other daily, Dulong would have thought he had gone mad from practicing. What was speechless was that in these five years, Zhang Qiang's realm remained at the Great Perfection of Qi Training. Not only had his cultivation level not improved at all, but the aura that once belonged to a Qi Training Realm had disappeared, as if he had become an ordinary person. Dulong had once believed that Zhang Qiang was the most useless cultivator he had ever met. Until Zhang Qiang, right in front of him, at midnight, under the noses of the other leaders, pushed his cave forward a hundred feet, moving it to the base of another large tree! When Zhang Qiang built the first cave, Dulong, though he didn't understand how, could faintly sense the changes in the surrounding soil. However, during the construction of the second cave, he couldn't sense any changes at all. Even more terrifying, Zhang Qiang's body, along with the porcelain clothing he wore, disintegrated in an incredible way. Within the second cave, they reassembled in the same order they had disintegrated. Specifically, they disintegrated from their feet into countless particles, which then disintegrated endlessly, until neither their consciousness nor the naked eye could detect them. Then, through some unknown divine power, they transported themselves through space to the second cave. From nothingness, they transformed into countless tiny particles, which gradually coalesced into countless larger particles, and from these larger particles, they coalesced into their feet. Within a quarter of an hour, Zhang Qiang, complete with his porcelain clothing, appeared in the second cave. Dulong watched for a quarter of an hour, stunned for another, before regaining consciousness through Zhang Qiang's voice transmission. The speed was so fast it seemed like teleportation, something he could handle.