Divine Replication System

The surrounding areas, ravaged by relentless battles, lay in ruins.    

The entire Devil Cloud Sect was left without a single intact building.    

The ground was littered with extensive debris, wreckage, and innumerable vast cracks that spread in all directions, resembling a spider's web.    

The bodies of the Devil Cloud Sect martial cultivators were strewn about, with blood pooling and limbs scattered in disarray.    

It was the very picture of a brutal battlefield.    

This was the battle that would annihilate the sect.    

Lin Xuan surveyed the devastation and sighed inwardly.    

Yet, his emotions remained steady.    

After all, he was the one who had instigated and directed this conflict.    

To express pity now would be hypocritical.    

The martial cultivators around him were visibly exhilarated, their faces flushed with excitement.    

They showed no sorrow for the gruesome scene before them, for the animosity between the factions ran deep.    

Those who had joined the fight were committed to their cause.    

Those who harbored compassion and were reluctant to kill had been left behind in the sect.    

Lin Xuan's mission was nearly complete.    

Countless martial cultivators stood ready in every direction, awaiting his command.    

"All Emperor Level Martial Cultivators and above, gather here."    

Lin Xuan's voice, steady and calm, echoed far and wide.    

The Emperor Level Martial Cultivators hastened towards him, transforming into streaks of light.    

They congregated about a hundred meters from Lin Xuan, careful not to encroach too closely and risk offense.    

Wei Zhengzhen, the Elemental Spirit, and several other peak Emperor Level cultivators positioned themselves at the forefront.    

"Senior, with the Devil Cloud Sect now obliterated and no survivors, what are your further instructions?" Wei Zhengzhen inquired, his voice tinged with anxiety.    

"Fools, had I not summoned my spiritual pet, could you not have dealt with a mere Devil Cloud Sect after I breached their protective formation?" Lin Xuan's tone turned icy.    

Hearing this, Wei Zhengzhen and the other martial artists showed signs of fear, their bodies quivering.    

Struggling to find the words to defend themselves, they remained silent. Lin Xuan's statements were undeniably true. Despite the Devil Cloud Sect's strongest defense—the sect-protecting formation—being forcibly breached by Lin Xuan, they were not easily overcome, even when facing six opponents. There was a high probability that a significant portion of the Devil Cloud Sect's forces could have escaped. Had Tian not stepped in, swiftly dealing with several peak Emperor Level opponents, the battle would not have concluded so rapidly.    

"Considering that the Devil Cloud Sect, which has been eradicated, has endured hardship if not earned merit, I will spare you from death!" Lin Xuan shifted his tone, continuing, "But while the death penalty may be avoided, the living will not escape punishment. Peak Emperor Level and late-period Emperor Level Martial Cultivators who have not defeated an opponent of equal rank, hand over your storage rings! Those below the late period of Emperor Level will not be punished, nor will the Martial Puppets or Elemental Spirits."    

Upon hearing these words, Wei Zhengzhen and the other Emperor Level Martial Cultivators breathed a sigh of relief. With just a few sentences, their fates, along with those of tens of thousands from the Devil Cloud Sect, had been sealed. The sect had been decimated under Lin Xuan's direction, leaving a landscape strewn with bodies and a sea of blood. Such a being would not be known for compassion. Moreover, he wielded an immense and terrifying power, dictating the lives of all present. Any displeasure on his part could mean their demise. Thankfully, this time they had managed to save their own lives.    

After a moment's hesitation, Wei Zhengzhen and the others reluctantly removed their storage rings and handed them over. These rings represented the accumulation of their life's work. They had always kept them close for security and preparedness, never anticipating that today they would lose everything. The thought brought a bitter smile to their faces. Relinquishing the storage rings meant their fortunes would deflate instantly, leaving them poorer than many late-period Emperor Level Martial Cultivators. Yet, considering the stakes were their very lives, they resolutely surrendered their prized possessions, thus narrowly averting catastrophe.    

Consider it a small price to pay to avoid disaster. Money can be earned again, but once a life is lost, everything is lost. Despite surrendering most of their life's savings, their lives were spared. Their cultivation remained intact. At the pinnacle of Emperor Level, only Lin Xuan, with his mysterious and formidable presence, suspected to be at the Half-level Emperor status, and his enigmatic blood-colored pet beast stood above. He was at the zenith of the entire Dongyuan Continent, ruling over the fates of millions, even billions.    

Regaining wealth and resources, particularly after the fall of the Devil Cloud Sect and the demise of its peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators, seemed less daunting. The vast resources once controlled by the Devil Cloud Sect were now up for grabs, enough to satiate their needs. In comparison, the one-time financial loss was bearable.    

The Martial Puppet and Elemental Spirit, one a subordinate of Lin Xuan and the other now loyal to him, received expected treatment. Shortly thereafter, led by Wei Zhengzhen and several other peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators, the storage rings were reluctantly handed over. When faced with the choice between life and wealth, the majority chose life.    

Yet, there were those who remained still, believing Lin Xuan couldn't possibly discern every action in a battlefield of hundreds of thousands. They hoped to slip through unnoticed, preserving both their lives and their savings, driven by a gambler's optimism. These individuals, all late-period Emperor Level Martial Cultivators, were taking their chances.    

Wei Zhengzhen and the other five peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators placed a higher value on their lives and didn't entertain the thought of taking such risks. Lin Xuan collected all the storage rings and meticulously scanned them with his divine sense, ensuring no one tried to deceive him with an empty ring. Though each person's savings might vary, the disparity wasn't significant among those of the same cultivation level.    

There was a rough standard for evaluation.    

Lin Xuan could ascertain it with just a quick scan.    

After numerous occasions, he had accumulated relevant experience.    

Subsequently, Lin Xuan collected all the storage rings.    

Thankfully, no one was audacious enough to submit an empty storage ring.    

Still, there were those who seemed to have a death wish.    

Lin Xuan maintained his cool demeanor.    

Abruptly, Lin Xuan snapped his fingers, and multiple strands of Sword Qi burst forth.    

They shot in every direction as if piercing through the fabric of space.    

Yet, curiously enough.    

The nearest individuals, Wei Zhengzhen and Cang Shuiyue, among others, were deliberately spared.    

A series of agonizing screams ensued.    

Four lifeless bodies plummeted helplessly downwards.    

These individuals were all late-stage Emperor Level Martial Cultivators.    

Two from the East Saint Sect, one from Thunder Yang Pavilion, and one from Purple Cauldron Sect.    

With a splash!    

It wasn't until the four bodies dropped into the Demon Aura Blood Spirit Pool below, causing a crisp sound and stirring up large ripples, that the martial artists came to their senses.    

Their faces were etched with terror.    

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