Divine Replication System

"Don't worry. These four failed to fulfill their mission and attempted to deceive me, sealing their own fate. I am not one to kill needlessly," Lin Xuan's voice resonated, as soothing as a gentle breeze smoothing the ripples on a lake's surface.    

The area quickly fell silent.    

The martial artists' fear subsided somewhat, and tranquility was restored.    

It appeared they had brought this upon themselves, and their end was well deserved.    

They had foolishly tried to deceive an entity far more formidable than themselves.    

Their demise was simply another way to die.    

A flicker of relief passed through the eyes of some late-period Emperor Level warriors nearby.    

They, too, had once contemplated using the chaos of battle to their advantage, to safeguard their storage rings.    

After all, these rings represented a lifetime's accumulation of wealth.    

Surrendering them would mean a decline in both their standard of living and the quality of their cultivation.    

Things would no longer run as smoothly as before.    

They would have to endure a period of hardship before they could gradually recover.    

The cost was significant.    

Naturally, they were reluctant.    

Yet, the preservation of their own lives ultimately prevailed.    

In hindsight, they had indeed made the right decision.    

Otherwise, they would have met the same grim fate.    

Lin Xuan, who could decree the death of hundreds of thousands from the Devil Cloud Sect with a mere word, clearly placed little value on their lives.    

His formidable power and the terror he inspired far exceeded their imaginations, a fact that was once again evident.    

Even though Lin Xuan hadn't paid close attention to the battlefield, he was fully aware of the situation, with no detail escaping his notice.    

Moreover, even if there had been an error, who would dare to speak up and correct it?    

With his overwhelming strength, Lin Xuan's words became the absolute truth, and what was wrong became right.    

Wei Zhengzhen, Cang Shuiyue, and the other two peak Emperor Level warriors observed the outcome and listened to Lin Xuan's words without a trace of hope for leniency, instead feeling a surge of relief.    

Upon hearing Lin Xuan's offer to overlook their faults in exchange for their storage rings, they hesitated only briefly before complying.    

The thought of deception had never crossed their minds.    

Despite the abundance of treasures within the storage ring, they represented decades of accumulation. Parting with them so suddenly was difficult to bear. Yet, when weighed against their lives, these treasures paled in significance.    

Their cultivation stood at the pinnacle of the Emperor Level, with only Lin Xuan and his crimson beast companion as their equals on the vast Dongyuan Continent. Each of them commanded a significant force, shaping the power dynamics of the continent.    

The loss of the storage ring's contents would not diminish their combat prowess or their esteemed status. Their lifestyle and cultivation practices would remain largely unaffected, supported by the resources of their entire faction. They would want for nothing.    

Thus, their own lives were paramount above all else.    

They had not anticipated that someone would audaciously conceal such wealth, risking the wrath of Lin Xuan and potentially bringing calamity upon themselves—a true misfortune caused by the incompetence of others.    

Internally, the four seethed with frustration and anger. However, they were relieved that Lin Xuan, having dealt with the offenders, seemed disinclined to pursue the matter further.    

They resolved that upon their return to the sect, they would demote the relatives, direct descendants, and associates of the culprits. While they would stop short of extermination to maintain stability, they could certainly marginalize them, reducing their privileges and status. Transitioning from luxury to austerity is a harsh adjustment, yet it serves as an effective and fitting punishment.    

Lin Xuan collected the four late-period Emperor Level storage rings and averted his attention from the matter, showing no further interest in retribution. He was not one to indulge in unnecessary bloodshed.    

"Next, have your sect's disciples gather all the corpses of the Devil Cloud Sect's martial warriors and cast them into this Demon Aura Blood Pool," Lin Xuan instructed.    

"Yes, Senior!" Wei Zhengzhen and the others responded promptly, without a trace of doubt or hesitation. The fallen warriors of the Devil Cloud Sect were beyond help, and disposing of their bodies in the Demon Aura Blood Pool would expedite their dissolution.    

They surmised that Lin Xuan intended to cleanse the area thoroughly. The remnants of the shattered buildings, forests, and boulders could be easily swept away, simply rolled up and discarded.    

Dealing with the corpses of so many martial artists was not exactly a convenient task.    

Why not have them enter the Demon Aura Blood Pool?    

After all, the Demon Aura Blood Pool was the very foundation of the Devil Cloud Sect, a sort of homecoming for the fallen.    

Without delay, Wei Zhengzhen and four others issued commands to the late-period Emperor Level martial artists nearby.    

These martial artists swiftly returned to the gathering areas of the various sects' disciples to relay the orders.    

Given that the six great forces had amassed here, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, it made sense to follow the principle of utilizing every resource. Thus, this laborious task was naturally delegated to the lower-ranking disciples.    

The disciples sprang into action without hesitation, as they had no qualms about the work.    

They had all seen their fair share of combat, their hands stained with the blood of numerous foes. What was moving bodies in comparison?    

Moreover, disposing of the Devil Cloud Sect's dead in the Demon Aura Blood Pool served as both retribution and a perverse form of amusement for them.    

Consequently, the hundreds of thousands of disciples from the five great forces became a hive of activity.    

They scurried across the land like a swarm of ants.    

In the process, some even stumbled upon treasures on the bodies of Devil Cloud Sect martial artists, reaping unexpected rewards.    

Plop! Plop!    

One by one, the corpses of the Devil Cloud Sect martial artists, encased in spiritual energy, were cast into the Demon Aura Blood Pool, each making a distinct splash.    

The pool, like a gaping abyss, devoured all the bodies, stirring up mere ripples that quickly faded away.    

High above, Lin Xuan watched the scene unfold in silence, patiently waiting.    

"Awoo!" Tian, perched on his shoulder, let out soft, excited cries.    

Time slipped by unnoticed.    

Transporting the bodies of hundreds of thousands of Devil Cloud Sect martial artists was no small feat.    

Thankfully, the number of martial artists from the five great forces was substantial, almost matching the task at hand.    

Aside from their storage rings, some Devil Cloud Sect martial artists also carried various trinkets and treasures.    

And due to the battles, some treasures had been scattered about.    

A few disciples, eager to claim these riches, clashed over them, sparking conflicts.    

However, the senior members were well aware that Lin Xuan's orders were not to be delayed.    

While the Emperor Level Martial Cultivators did not engage in the labor themselves, they were tasked with overseeing the operation.    

Should any conflict arise, they would swiftly and forcibly quell it.    

The mission proceeded without significant disruption.    

In less than half an hour.    

The landscape of the Devil Cloud Sect's territory had been transformed.    

The ground remained littered with ruins and crisscrossed by thick, spiderweb-like cracks.    

Yet, the bodies of fallen Martial Cultivators were gone, leaving only the earth stained red with blood.    

From a distance, there was an eerie beauty to the scene.    

Chapter 12 – The Devil Cloud Sect