Divine Replication System

2Inside the Scripture Pavilion of the Purple Tripod Hall, Lin Xuan was afforded the highest level of hospitality. He had unfettered access to all the books and inheritances. But after some time, he emerged, feeling let down. The teachings, martial arts secrets, and Secret Realm records might be of some benefit to those at the pinnacle of the Emperor Level, but for Lin Xuan, who had experienced the Scripture Pavilion at Jade Dragon Mountain, they were insufficient.    

    

Lin Xuan quickly regained his composure, as this outcome was within his expectations. After all, this was the Dongyuan Continent, which couldn't compare to the might of the Central Essence Continent's overlords. Any one of them could easily dominate the entire Dongyuan Continent with just a fraction of their power. Even top-tier forces like the Million Treasure Pavilion could effortlessly overpower the six major powers of the Dongyuan Continent. The disparity was staggering.    

    

In his current state, Lin Xuan was akin to a diluted version of a Half-level Emperor, so it was only natural that he wouldn't find suitable treasures, resources, inheritances, or secret manuals here. Having already acquired the Dragon Blood Body Refining Pill formula from the East Righteous Hall and the Body Refining Divine Art from Sun Yang, he was greatly surprised and content. He didn't press for more.    

    

Before long, Yang Mao approached him. "Hall Master, this represents 50% of the Purple Tripod Hall's accumulated wealth over the years," he said, presenting an Emperor Level storage ring. A group of Emperor Level Martial Cultivators stood behind him, all aware that it was nearly time to depart for their next destination, which went without saying.    

    

Lin Xuan accepted the ring and channeled a wisp of Pill Essence into it, revealing an abundance of resources, medicinal herbs, pills, spirit stones, and more. He assessed the contents and found them satisfactory, then transferred everything into his Walkspace. Normally, storage items like rings or bags couldn't contain other storage treasures, to avoid an endless nesting of containers. However, the Walkspace was an exception to this rule. The mechanics behind it, though, remained a mystery to Lin Xuan.    

    

"Maintain the status quo: leave half of the Emperor Level Martial Cultivators to defend the Purple Tripod Hall, while the rest proceed on their journey."    

    

Lin Xuan then asked, "What's our next destination?"    

    

"We're headed to the Thunder Yang Pavilion next. It's the closest to my Purple Tripod Hall, located in Leiyun State," Yang Mao quickly responded.    

    

At that moment, a voice emerged from the group of Emperor Level Martial Cultivators behind them.    

    

"I am Shi Lezian, a junior from the Thunder Yang Pavilion, paying respects to the senior!"    

    

A tall, burly figure with faintly green eyebrows and hair stepped forward.    

    

His cultivation aura was on par with Yang Mao's, marking him as another peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivator and the leader representing the Thunder Yang Pavilion on this occasion.    

    

Within the six major forces of the Dongyuan Continent, three stand out as extraordinary.    

    

First is the Devil Cloud Sect, known for practicing the Demon Force.    

    

Second is the Canglan Sect, led entirely by female cultivators.    

    

Third is the Thunder Yang Pavilion, where nearly all members cultivate the lightning attribute.    

    

Rumors tell of a natural lightning mountain within the Thunder Yang Pavilion, where thunder and lightning rage ceaselessly, shaking the heavens.    

    

Every disciple at the beginner level must endure the baptism of lightning. Failure to withstand it results in either expulsion from the sect or death.    

    

Thus, the cultivators from the Thunder Yang Pavilion possess formidable physiques and impressive close combat abilities.    

    

Their prowess is particularly enhanced in Leiyun State, thanks to the natural environmental boost.    

    

Even at the Martial Monarch Stage, it's rare to find an equal in combat within the same level.    

    

However, outside of Leiyun State, other cultivators can leverage martial arts, spirit weapons, talismans, spell formations, and various other enhancements to overcome Thunder Yang Pavilion cultivators, preventing them from being unbeatable among their peers.    

    

For this reason, Thunder Yang Pavilion cultivators tend to be exceptionally tall and muscular, standing at least half a head, if not a full head, taller than most other martial cultivators.    

    

The robust figures gathered here were predominantly from the Thunder Yang Pavilion.    

    

As martial cultivators progress and ascend through the ranks, they gain the ability to refine and adjust their appearance and physique repeatedly. Upon reaching the Emperor Level, they can almost achieve any desired physical form. The aesthetic standards of the continent have remained relatively consistent since ancient times, favoring neither height nor brawn. Such towering figures are seldom seen among the cultivators of other sects. Yet, this individual stood out conspicuously, towering over the others by more than a head, instilling a sense of awe.    

    

Before Lin Xuan, however, he willingly bowed and bent his frame, careful not to appear condescending. Aware that any sign of dissatisfaction from Lin Xuan could lead to his swift suppression, he knew better than to challenge him. In these moments, it wasn't stature that mattered but strength. Despite most demonic beasts dwarfing humans by several times, with some King Level beasts as large as hills and hundreds of meters tall, they were still effortlessly hunted by the human Emperor Level Martial Cultivators. Ultimately, it is the human race that reigns supreme over the continent.    

    

"Now, with only your Thunder Yang Pavilion remaining among the six sects, isn't it time you made your position clear?" Lin Xuan's voice, calm yet laden with significance, caused the muscular Shi Le'an to quiver slightly, feeling an inexplicable weakness wash over him. He quickly responded, "Senior, the true leader of Thunder Yang Pavilion is my senior brother, Feng Su. Nonetheless, all martial cultivators, including myself and my subordinates, are ready to pledge allegiance to you. Upon our return to Thunder Yang Pavilion, I am prepared to lead the effort to convince senior brother Feng Su to surrender."    

    

Shi Anle recognized that there were no alternatives left. With the Devil Cloud Sect annihilated and the other four forces having already pledged their loyalty, what choice remained for Thunder Yang Pavilion? Should they resist, Shi Le'an surmised that Lin Xuan would not hesitate to eradicate them. After all, with four halls already at his disposal, the numbers were sufficient. One more would not make a difference, nor would one less.    

    

Not to mention Lin Xuan had proactively sought him out.    

    

It was now impossible for him to even consider refusal.    

    

Should Lin Xuan harbor the slightest dissatisfaction,    

    

He would likely meet his demise right here.    

    

Shi Lezian, disregarding everything else, immediately pledged his allegiance.    

    

Other considerations were set aside for the moment.    

    

Survival was his first priority.    

    

"Very good."    

    

Lin Xuan expressed his pleasure at Shi Lezian's perceptiveness.    

    

"Now it's up to you. I have no desire to see the Thunder Yang Pavilion vanish from the Dongyuan Continent."    

    

"Yes, Hall Master. I will undoubtedly exert every effort to fulfill the mission!"    

    

Shi Lezian promptly bowed in response, his form quivering subtly.    

    

He was reminded once more of Lin Xuan's unwavering resolve to unite the continent.    

    

"There's something else."    

    

This time, Lin Xuan addressed not just Shi Lezian, but all the Emperor Level Martial Cultivators present.    

    

As he finished speaking, a torrent of white spirit light burst forth from his hands.    

    

It dispersed in all directions, like celestial blossoms cast to the wind.    

    

The spirit light settled upon the Emperor Level Martial Cultivators.    

    

Their faces shifted with alarm, attempting to ward off the intrusion.    

    

But it was too late for any defense.    

    

The white spirit light merged with them as seamlessly as droplets into the ocean.    

    

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