Divine Replication System

0The collapse of the Elemental Spirit Sect's protective barrier was the last straw for the sect's leadership. The cause of their despair was the colossal hand that had obscured the sky, still not fully unleashed. Without even making contact, the barrier crumbled under the mere force emanating from it. What would happen if it fully struck? Surely, the entire Elemental Spirit Sect would be reduced to a crater, wiped from existence.    

    

The sect members would be obliterated, their remains hidden within the ruins, never to be found again. Fear and despair were the only emotions left in the hearts of all. They could not fathom the existence of a being so powerful in this age. With just one strike, the Elemental Spirit Sect, one of the six great powers of the Dongyuan Continent, could be annihilated.    

    

The thought of their imminent demise haunted the minds of the Elemental Spirit Sect's elite. Even the leader, Elemental Spirit, was consumed by despair, ceasing all resistance. It was more accurate to say he was powerless to resist. The overwhelming and boundless power, akin to an unstoppable natural disaster, was too fearsome. It shattered all his hopes. He never imagined the sect would meet its end under his watch, filled with such regret.    

    

Elemental Spirit could only hope that his ancestors wouldn't blame him after his downfall. He had given it his all, but the enemy was simply too formidable. It was a threat beyond his capability to confront. Meanwhile, the less powerful martial artists were knocked unconscious by the shockwave, losing all awareness.    

    

As countless martial artists from the Elemental Spirit Sect watched in horror, the Heaven Covering Palm finally descended. In an instant, it enveloped everyone, obliterating their sight. Time ticked away slowly. But then, confusion set in. Why was there no pain? Had they been annihilated so swiftly that they couldn't even register the agony?    

    

Doubt crept into the minds of the warriors. Then, unexpectedly, the darkness that had enveloped them like a world without light began to fade. Their vision slowly returned, and sunlight filtered through. Wait... Hadn't they been annihilated? How could they still see the sun? Did even hell have sunlight? And why did this so-called hellish landscape bear such a striking resemblance to their own sect?    

    

The ambiance, the very essence of life...    

    

It wasn't until a familiar voice broke through.    

    

"Thank you for your mercy, Senior. The Elemental Spirit Sect is ready to pledge allegiance to you and serve under your command!"    

    

That was the voice of our old ancestor, the Elemental Spirit.    

    

We were still alive, after all.    

    

What a relief.    

    

There's nothing like the joy of being alive!    

    

Countless martial artists inhaled deeply, savoring the sensation of life.    

    

Despite the smoke and dust filling the air, making it hardly ideal for breathing, it no longer seemed to matter.    

    

Nothing could surpass the relief of knowing one's own survival.    

    

Especially after the brush with death we had just experienced.    

    

Somehow, we had managed to make it through.    

    

Above us in the sky,    

    

the leaders of the Elemental Spirit Sect, with Master Yuan Ling at the forefront, bowed in utmost respect, abandoning their previous composure.    

    

They addressed Lin Xuan as 'Senior' and willingly surrendered.    

    

None of the other leaders had any objections.    

    

Having witnessed what had just unfolded, they understood the magnitude of the force they were dealing with.    

    

He was a presence far beyond their own capabilities.    

    

Even our old ancestor paled in comparison.    

    

It was highly probable that he was the legendary figure spoken of only in tales from the Central Essence Continent, a fearsome warrior beyond even the Emperor Level.    

    

The gap between them was unimaginable.    

    

After all, no one of such strength had emerged on the Dongyuan Continent since ancient times.    

    

They had all felt the formidable might of the Heaven Covering Palm firsthand.    

    

Though they were alive and seemingly unharmed, to underestimate the Heaven Covering Palm's power would be a grave error.    

    

The Elemental Spirit Sect may have remained relatively intact.    

    

But the mountains for miles around had been either toppled or sheared off.    

    

What was once a vast, undulating range had been transformed into a vast plain.    

    

Such an act of altering the very landscape was beyond the capabilities of any Emperor Level Martial Cultivator.    

    

Furthermore, the Elemental Spirit Sect's protective grand array, their longstanding bastion, had also been shattered by the Heaven Covering Palm.    

    

Before the palm even fully descended, it was obliterated.    

    

This alone was testament to the unspeakable potency of that one palm strike.    

    

The Elemental Spirit Sect had managed to survive with minimal damage. It seemed the adversary had intentionally held back. Otherwise, how could the Heaven Covering Palm, an attack that the sect's grand protective array couldn't withstand, simply vanish without a trace? This only highlighted the mysterious depth of the opponent's strength. To precisely control such an overwhelming force was a clear sign that their power was likely even greater than imagined. Facing such a formidable entity, how could they possibly provoke them?    

    

Concerning the cherished legacy of their sect, if they were to enrage the other party, that individual could obliterate their entire sect with ease. Without survivors, the lineage would end. They weren't foolishly rigid; they knew when to weigh their options. It was better to keep the sect intact than to face total annihilation. After all, there was no future without life. And it wasn't necessarily the end of their heritage; most members were still alive. As long as some continued to practice the core martial arts, the tradition wasn't truly broken.    

    

The senior members of the sect found various justifications to reassure themselves. Having just skirted the brink of death, they understood the true value of survival. The lower and middle-ranking warriors had no say in the matter. They could only be represented, and dissent was futile. In any world, it's the few who make decisions that determine the fate of the many.    

    

Elemental Spirit Child felt an immense sense of relief, though the look of alarm had yet to fade from his face. The opponent was incredibly powerful, so much so that he had nearly lost the will to resist. Now, he grasped the perspective of his peer. Despite the absence of such precedents over the millennia, he quickly came to terms with it. In this world, might makes right.    

    

He wasn't born at the Emperor Level, at the pinnacle of the Dongyuan Continent. He had climbed to this position step by step. In his weaker days, he had learned to be humble and to submit, more than once. Had he been too unyielding, he would not have survived to see this day. Now, he was simply reverting to the survival tactics he had employed in the past.    

    

Certainly, there were no issues.    

    

It had simply been hundreds of years since the last occurrence.    

    

This had led to a certain unfamiliarity.    

    

He had realigned his own stance accordingly.    

    

Chapter 29 - The Child of the Elemental Spirit Sect