Divine Replication System

"Resolve this quickly!" Lin Xuan commanded, his gaze sweeping over Wei Zhengzhen, Cang Shuiyue, and the others with an icy demeanor. His tone was steady, yet it conveyed an unmistakable finality.    

"Yes, Hall Master!" Wei Zhengzhen and his companions promptly bowed their heads in response. Wei Zhengzhen even altered his form of address for Lin Xuan, a sign of the urgency they all felt. Lin Xuan's impatience was clear to them; they had inadvertently led Sun Yan to him, causing disruption. Although Lin Xuan was unharmed, the incident had left a sour impression. They needed to complete their task swiftly to make amends.    

Wei Zhengzhen and the other three transformed into a streak of light, charging into the heart of the East Saint Sect.    

"The traitor Sun Yan has been vanquished," Wei Zhengzhen declared with authority as the sole Grand Elder of the East Saint Sect. "I command all martial cultivators to annihilate every last one of Sun Yan's followers. Leave no survivors. Should any be found afterward, I will randomly select ten others to join them in death, regardless of their status, cultivation, or identity!"    

Without further hesitation, Wei Zhengzhen's proclamation thundered through the sect, causing a ripple of chaos below. The remaining followers of Sun Yan, including two other Emperor Level warriors, were terrified by the grim edict. Their faces drained of color as they scrambled to escape, including some Emperor Level Martial Cultivators.    

These fleeing figures had already caught the attention of other Emperor Level Martial Cultivators in the skies above, who swiftly moved in for the kill. Wei Zhengzhen, Cang Shuiyue, and other peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators did not merely observe; they took action. Soon, all threats were neutralized.    

Witnessing the swift justice from below, the majority of the East Saint Sect martial cultivators could only silently lament. They recognized that the Sect Master's lineage, to which Sun Yan belonged, had plummeted into an irreversible downfall.    

Wei Zhengzhen had made a fierce vow to kill ten for every one. His status as the sole peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivator within the East Saint Sect meant that no one could surpass him in cultivation, status, or identity. His threats were not empty; they could easily be realized. Thus, for the already defeated Sun Yan faction, sacrificing their lives was an unworthy trade. They cast aside all else, including past camaraderie among sect members. When faced with the safety of themselves and their kin, all other considerations were secondary.    

They had no choice but to turn against the martial cultivators of Sun Yan's faction.    

Puff! Puff! Puff!    

Clang! Clang! Clang!    

The cacophony of metal striking metal, explosive impacts, and piercing screams filled the air.    

"Go to hell, all of you who once strutted around so arrogantly!"    

"How dare you betray your fellow sect members, ignoring the laws of heaven and morality. When you face the afterlife, how will you justify your actions to our forebears?"    

"Die, let's all die together. I'm doomed anyway!"    

"..."    

In less than fifteen minutes, the din had largely subsided, and the outcome was clear. Nearly all of Sun Yan's lineage had perished. A few might have slipped through the net, but they posed no real threat. Even with Lin Xuan's departure, Wei Zhengzhen's followers would take control and ensure a thorough purge. This was a vendetta that could lead to the extinction of a lineage; no one would leave such seeds of enmity to trouble their descendants.    

The internal conflict within the East Saint Sect had been unavoidable, resulting in widespread devastation. Buildings collapsed, the earth cracked, and forests fell. Vast swathes of land were reduced to rubble, a scene marginally less dire than the obliterated Devil Cloud Sect.    

Thankfully, the majority of the Sect Seniors and elite members had survived. With the core of the sect intact, rebuilding was feasible. The task of reconstruction would be delegated to the middle and lower ranks.    

After issuing his commands, Wei Zhengzhen returned and respectfully reported to Lin Xuan, "Grand Elder, Sun Yan's faction has been eradicated. I stand ready to lead the entire East Saint Sect in allegiance to you."    

Nearby, other Emperor Level Martial Cultivators bowed in anticipation, their faces etched with complex emotions. The Devil Cloud Sect, once the most formidable Demon Force on the Dongyuan Continent, had been utterly destroyed, leaving no survivors. The East Saint Sect, which had once proudly claimed to be the preeminent power of the Dongyuan Continent, now found itself subdued by Lin Xuan. Despite retaining much of its strength after its lineage was eradicated, it too had capitulated.    

With this, there was no longer any force on the Dongyuan Continent capable of resisting Lin Xuan's consolidation of power. The balance of the six major powers, which had vied for dominance over thousands of years, was unexpectedly shattered. And it was all due to a mysterious and overwhelmingly powerful entity that eclipsed the entire continent.    

"Mm," Lin Xuan acknowledged with a slight nod, his demeanor unaltered.    

"The East Saint Sect, henceforth, will be demoted to a mere hall within Tianyuan Palace. The title 'saint' should not be taken lightly, so it shall be renamed the East Righteous Hall." Lin Xuan's decree relegated the once illustrious East Saint Sect to the annals of history, stripping even its name from existence. The East Saint Sect was now the East Righteous Hall, and not a soul dared to contest this.    

Even Wei Zhengzhen, the true ruler of what was once the East Saint Sect, could not object. Lin Xuan sought a force that would heed his command without question. In Tianyuan Palace, only those who could challenge his authority would have a voice.    

Wei Zhengzhen, at the pinnacle of the Emperor Level, was but an ant before Lin Xuan, devoid of any bargaining power. Should Wei Zhengzhen express the slightest discontent, he would share the fate of Sun Yan. For Lin Xuan, who held the reins of the East Saint Sect was inconsequential; obedience was all that mattered.    

"Yes, Hall Master!" Wei Zhengzhen responded, his head bowed, his voice earnest and devoid of deceit. Yet, a hint of melancholy glimmered in the depths of his eyes. The East Saint Sect, as it was known, had ceased to be.    

From this moment on, the East Saint Sect ceased to exist. He didn't dare lift his head, fearing that Lin Xuan would detect even the slightest hint of defiance and unleash his wrath upon him. Taking Sun Yan's fate as a cautionary tale, he wouldn't dare entertain any rebellious thoughts.    

"Now, go and tally up the East Saint Sect's reserves. Hand over seventy percent to me. Wu Gui, accompany him. You have only half an hour!" Lin Xuan commanded. His words caused a stir among the Sect Seniors of the East Saint Hall. The peak and late-period Emperor Level Martial Cultivators of Wei Zhengzhen's faction had already suffered a blow during the battle with the Devil Cloud Sect. Lin Xuan had previously seized their storage rings, using their failure to defeat a peer from the Devil Cloud Sect as justification. Now, he intended to claim seventy percent of the entire East Saint Hall's savings.    

This would undoubtedly mean that the East Saint Hall would have to tighten its belt in the days to come. Sect Seniors like Wei Zhengzhen would be hit hardest, finding it difficult to even continue their cultivation practices. Thankfully, Sun Yan's lineage, which had been the most depleted, was no more. The remaining middle and lower ranks might just manage to scrape by, keeping the sect afloat.    

"Yes, Sect Master!" both Wu Gui and Wei Zhengzhen responded solemnly.    

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