Alien Science Cultivation

As Dulong had anticipated, his right hand, holding the token, lost all feeling. He tried to pull it back, but it wouldn't move, as if pinned down by a weight like ten thousand tons, unable to budge. "Brother Qiang... Brother Qiang... let's talk it over..." Dulong wailed. As everyone was stunned, the now-defunct Nether Dagger, suspended in mid-air, suddenly moved, hurtling towards Dulong's thumb. It moved so fast that neither he nor the others could react. The Nether Dagger instantly inflicted a small wound on Dulong, and a stream of blood dripped from his thumb into the token. A moment later, Dulong, with a mournful expression, complained, "It's just a few drops of blood. Brother Qiang, why are you so frightened... But this method should work..." Everyone seemed still unaware of what was happening! However, the black token began to stir, and the once-defunct Nether Dagger seemed to undergo a change. Zhang Qiang, noticing the change, took possession of the dagger and examined it. "Well... this... the blood that was originally drained from the dagger by Zhang Qiang has begun to recover, but its power is not as terrifying as before, and the spiritual consciousness needed to control it is not as terrifying as before. Everyone's attention was completely attracted by the unusual movement of the black token, and no one paid attention to Zhang Qiang's situation here. "Don't look at it anymore, it won't open so quickly... It will probably take a whole day to open it completely. Everyone, go and prepare... Make more preparations, and you will have more security after entering. If it is really the immortal cemetery, the level of danger inside is unimaginable..." Dulong said loudly.

Everyone finally came to their senses, and the captain and the Great Elder bowed and departed. Soon, numerous members of the Shadow Clan arrived. A black vortex began to form in the space above the black token, slowly growing larger as time passed. The Great Elder then entered the room, accompanied by another elder, also a Shadow Clan elder, at the early stages of the Tribulation Crossing stage. After greeting each other, Zhang Qiang learned from Ni Fang that this elder was the Third Elder of the Shadow Clan. He was not unlike the Great Elder, slightly stouter, with the same dark skin tinged with a sallow hue, and wielding a pitch-black staff. Everyone sat down, restoring their spiritual energy and maximizing their energy. Zhang Qiang glanced around and estimated there were over a hundred of them, most at the Fusion Realm. Including Ni Fang, there were seven at the Great Perfection Realm. This meant the entire clan was mobilized, likely leaving only the two youngest Tribulation Crossing Realm elders. Zhang Qiang had essentially eliminated the fossil-level warriors of both the Human and Beast Clan, and naturally, they would seize this rare opportunity.

Zhang Qiang was about to sit down to recover his spiritual energy when Ni Fang's threatening words suddenly entered his mind: "Just wait... We haven't settled our accounts yet..." Then, Ni Fang gave Zhang Qiang a threatening look. Then, she too sat down to recover her spiritual energy, ignoring Zhang Qiang. Zhang Qiang shook his head helplessly, thinking this girl was still holding a grudge as always. Just as Zhang Qiang had begun to enter a state of meditation, Ni Fang's horrified voice echoed through his mind again: "Boy... you... what have you done to me again... Why are my meridians and dantian all black? It was already unsightly gray when you turned them before, but now they're completely black..."

Zhang Qiang was left in a state of confusion by this sudden roar. He'd seen women who cherished beauty before, but to take the pursuit of beauty so deeply, deep within the body, was indeed a bit too much. "Lady Saint... this is what you Shadow Clan call the Guixu Qi. You may not know this, but this is the wealth I've accumulated over the years, after enduring countless dangers... If you don't like it, I'll remove it for you later. It's my treasure. What a shame, it's such a waste..." Zhang Qiang replied with a tone of regret. "Well... forget it, let it be black. But the Guixu Qi I understand should be another kind of spiritual energy. How could you make it solid? Besides the solidification of spiritual energy through the condensation of the golden elixir in the dantian, this is the first time I've seen it solidified in this way." Ni Fang transmitted a message to Zhang Qiang with a hint of doubt. "Well... most people do think so, but I'm not an ordinary person. The level of a cultivator's talent actually depends on how much Guixu Qi and spiritual energy are contained in the body in a mysterious way. Under normal circumstances, spiritual energy and Guixu Qi are equal... Before absorbing spiritual energy on your own, the more spiritual energy and Guixu Qi you contain, the higher your talent, and vice versa... I only got some Guixu Qi by chance before, but I didn't know much about it and my control was very limited. So I could only let it interact with normal spiritual energy in your body in the form of spiritual energy to strengthen your Dantian and meridians. Now let it solidify and become a part of your body. When interacting with spiritual energy, it will generate yin and yang power, giving you another kind of yin and yang community physique... Although you have a blessing in disguise, there must not be a next time..." Zhang Qiang said with some concern.

"That depends on my mood..." Zhang Qiang could only helplessly shake his head again. As time slowly passed, the entrance gradually took shape. Everyone looked at each other, unsure who should go in first. The first person to enter would have a greater chance, but also a greater risk. "I'll go first... My time is short, but my bones are still strong, so I'm the best choice. This time, regardless of how much the Shadow Clan gains, Zhang and Zhu will select three first. Everyone, we'll meet inside..." The Great Elder then bowed to Zhang Qiang and Du Long, stepped through the entrance, and disappeared from everyone's sight. As expected of a Great Elder, he was still experienced! His words were passionate, yet he also knew how to choose. In the realm of cultivation, fighting for profit is normal. Given Zhang Qiang and Du Long's strength, if they really wanted to seize the treasures, the Shadow Clan would be powerless to stop them. Not only would they be exterminated, but they would also be accused of being ungrateful. Instead of that, it would be better to simply give up the six treasures to them. After all, the Shadow Clan was numerous. If this truly was an immortal cave, even picking up a few items would be enough for their clan to rise again. Everyone understood the principle that an innocent man could be guilty of possessing a treasure. Therefore, no one in the clan objected to the Great Elder's words.

Everyone else entered. The captain tried to stop Ni Fang, believing her health hadn't recovered yet and it would be too dangerous. "Let the Saintess do what she wants. She's a person of great fortune, so there's no need to worry..." As the elderly voice faded, the captain stood behind Ni Fang, silent. Ni Fang glanced at Zhang Qiang before stepping through the cave entrance, followed closely by the captain. Zhang Qiang and Du Long then bowed to the Third Elder and disappeared through the cave entrance. Everyone else filed in, with the Third Elder entering last. Only two Shadow Clan cultivators, at the Mahayana Perfection stage, remained inside, guarding the entrance.

With a shimmer of light around him, Zhang Qiang emerged into the dim stone forest. An ancient and mysterious aura washed over him. The surroundings were gloomy and dark, and towering stone pillars, engraved with mysterious runes, shimmered with a faint light, as if telling of a glorious past. The stone pavement, though immaculate despite the passage of time, remained spotless. Broken fragments of magical weapons lay scattered along the path, faintly emitting powerful spiritual energy, evoking a sense of their former might. Mountains loomed in the distance, seemingly concealing countless secrets. Occasionally, a chilling breeze blew, emitting a whirring sound like the sighs of an immortal. In this silent cemetery, every subtle sound was amplified, filling one with awe and unease. Everything here served as a reminder that, though the immortals are gone, their majesty still looms over this mysterious cemetery.