Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

The Human Alliance on Water Blue Star, upon realizing that they would follow the Transcendent Powers into the depths of the cosmos in the future, and likely engage with other alien civilizations or even go to war,

began to study how to fully exploit their advantages to offset the potential technological gap with alien civilizations.

Considering that the hulls of alien spaceships are very likely made of high-performance alloys that human civilization has yet to research.

The Five Elements Techniques involving direct destruction among the Transcendent are obviously unsuitable.

Fortunately, aside from the Five Elements Techniques, there are many non-righteous methods, and a substantial amount of curse and soul-related Magic has been brought over by Su Ping.

Because of this, the Mechanical Warriors of the Vanguard are mostly equipped with talismans focused on curses and Divine Soul special attack Magic.

On the battlefield, a fifteen-meter-high Mecha Chixiao, having approached the target, took out a specially made large talisman.

The pilot, whose battlefield intuition sensed danger, suddenly moved, side-shifting a hundred meters to let a crimson beam narrowly pass by the Mecha.

This left the black fleet's crew incredulous.

The weapon they had just used, after all, reached the speed of light.

Could the enemy still dodge at such a distance?

Shouldn't it have been hit the moment it was seen?

These crew members couldn't comprehend the existence of Transcendent intuition in this world.

That could trigger an early warning as soon as they aimed at the opponent.

And prompted a response even before they pressed the firing button.

Thus, it didn't need to be faster than the beam, only to predict faster than the emitter could rotate.

The crew quickly recovered from their shock and began re-aiming at the opponent under the captain's orders.

They also felt extremely uneasy.

The strange item taken out by the opponent's human-shaped Mecha, though the crew hadn't seen or understood it, induced fear due to the unknown, making them unwilling to give the opponent time to deploy it.

However, while their intentions were good, reality did not allow this idea to materialize.

As the large talisman in the human-shaped Mecha's hand emitted a ghostly light,

the talisman promptly dissipated in the Mecha's hand.

An invisible ripple crossed a distance of several hundred kilometers and hit the Empire's spaceship.

The tens of thousands of crew members aboard this spaceship.

At the same time, they felt a layer of goosebumps rise over their bodies.

Then, one by one, the crew felt dizzy, their ears ringing, and collapsed to the ground as the world spun before their eyes.

In the command room, both the captain and his officers also fell victim, losing their ability to act.

"What is going on?"

"J122 ship! What's your situation?"

"Damn it, I need all their previous data! Sort it out right now!"

In the flagship of the black fleet, the upper echelons, monitoring through the surveillance, quickly noticed the anomaly on this ship.

They were taken aback, immediately thinking of various black technology weapons.

In their understanding, only black technology weapons could inflict mass casualties on the spaceship's personnel without damaging the hull or triggering internal alarms.

"Preliminary analysis by the intelligent brain shows no anomalies, we are pleasantly surprised and re-examining."

The experts quickly produced a report, about to speculate on what weapon the opponent used.

They were suddenly shocked again by the changes in the targeted spaceship.

On the spaceship hit by the talisman,

the discomfort among the crew was just the beginning.

This was a talisman crafted with the participation of Golden Core and even Nascent Soul masters.

Despite compromises made for the use of entry-level Cultivators, it was not something the extraterrestrials, devoid of any Transcendent capabilities, could resist.

The discomfort among the crew was merely a side effect of the curse invading their Consciousness Sea.

What followed was the terrifying beginning.

The weakest in soul among the crew were the first to exhibit abnormalities.

Their Divine Souls were polluted and twisted into Evil Spirits, then detached from their bodies.

Subsequently, these semi-transparent yet visible Evil Spirits rushed towards the still-living nearby beings.

After seemingly entering into the target's body as if they had no physical form.

It would cause the target to let out blood-curdling screams.

Soon enough, the target would transform into a dried corpse.

Then an Evil Spirit with an additional head would float out of the corpse, seeking the next target.

Soon, there were no living beings left on the spaceship.

Only dozens of Evil Spirits with hundreds of heads, seemingly bloated yet incredibly swift, in semi-transparent gray-black form, remained.

The appearance of the Evil Spirits clearly challenged the worldview of the fleet's upper echelon and the experts.

They were open-mouthed, their minds unable to comprehend the scientific principles behind all of this.

Let alone find a way to break it.

And even at this point, the curse attack was not over.

Having absorbed all the souls aboard the entire spaceship.

The Evil Spirits remained inherently ravenous and craved more companions to merge with them.

Thus, as the heads growing out of the Evil Spirits opened their mouths, they began to call out familiar names.

Names that often belonged to their former friends and family.

And, like them, were all currently aboard this black fleet.

On a mother ship a kilometer in length.

An older Empire crew member suddenly felt an intense sense of palpitations in his heart.

He was momentarily dazed and nearly fell.

Fortunately, as an Empire officer, several nearby people supported him in time.

"Sir! Are you alright?"

Several younger crew members watched their superior with some concern.