Divine Replication System

2High above in the sky, after Lin Xuan had entered Thunder Mountain, the oppressive force that permeated the Void and shrouded the entire Thunder Yang Pavilion grew increasingly fearsome with the passage of time. It was like a massive wave, engulfing the land beneath it. Yet, curiously, within the Thunder Mountain—a towering peak that roared ceaselessly, its thunderous echoes reverberating across the heavens—the cacophony began to subside. The once brilliant lightning started to fade, while at its core, the light intensified, outshining even the sun above, rendering it impossible to gaze upon directly. It seemed as though all the energy of Thunder Mountain was converging at that central point.    

    

Indeed, all the martial artists were aware that this was Lin Xuan's location. This transformation was his handiwork. Lin Xuan had forcibly absorbed the energy of the entire Thunder Mountain to fortify himself. It wouldn't be long before the mountain, which had stood for ages and shaped the unique landscape of Leiyun State—a treasure of inheritance for the Thunder Yang Pavilion—would become ordinary once more.    

    

No one raised objections, nor did they dare to. In the Martial Arts World, power is revered, and strength reigns supreme. All that they had—their resources, their status—was earned through their own might. They had even established rules that favored themselves and their sects. But now, a being far stronger than they had emerged, and it was only natural for him to claim resources and treasures from them. What goes around comes around.    

    

Some even felt a secret satisfaction. Though the loss of the towering Thunder Mountain wouldn't spell immediate ruin for the Thunder Yang Pavilion, its gradual decline seemed inevitable. This would, in turn, eliminate a rival. Despite the vastness of the Dongyuan Continent, its resources remained finite. Moreover, those once known for their volatile natures and love for battle would now have to curb their impulses. Without a strong backing, no one would indulge them.    

    

What concerned the elite and the Emperor Level Martial Cultivators the most was Lin Xuan himself. Already frighteningly powerful, he was like a bottomless abyss, unfathomable in his depth.    

    

Before, when Lin Xuan obliterated the Devil Cloud Sect and subdued both the East Saint Sect and the Elemental Spirit Sect, he had never fully unleashed his true power. It was merely the tip of the iceberg, yet it was enough to keep the continent's elite martial artists from raising their heads in defiance.    

    

It wasn't until they reached Leiyun State that they realized Lin Xuan's primary cultivation was in the Lightning attribute. His mere presence commanded submission from thousands of creatures. His strength was overwhelming, leaving many terrified.    

    

Now, he was absorbing the energy of Thunder Mountain to enhance his strength even further. Once he had fully consumed Thunder Mountain's energy, the level he would reach was beyond anyone's imagination. The martial cultivators could only sigh inwardly, lamenting the bleak future ahead, knowing the carefree days of old were gone.    

    

Inside Thunder Mountain, Lin Xuan was the picture of ease. Without lifting a finger, his Thunderbolt Divine Body actively and voraciously absorbed the mountain's thunder energy—the purest and most primal essence. He was discerning, only seeking the finest energy. The ordinary energy at the periphery was discarded without a second glance.    

    

These discarded energies were the primary source of the dazzling light. Lin Xuan could even sense the wails of anguish emanating from the depths of Thunder Mountain. Despite lacking human-like intelligence, the mountain possessed a form of sentience, aware of its continuous weakening and foreseeing its inevitable fate. Regrettably, it was still an inanimate object, lacking sufficient intelligence to adapt to the situation. Unable to attack, it could only mount a passive defense.    

    

In the past, if any other martial artist from the Dongyuan Continent had attempted to harvest its core thunder energy, the mountain's explosive power would have been sufficient to fend off any foe. Its power, accumulated over countless years, had grown to surpass the Emperor Level significantly. Even a Half-level Emperor would struggle to withstand its might for long. No one on the entire Dongyuan Continent could contend with it, nor could anyone threaten its existence. Even the Thunder Yang Pavilion, which had nurtured and utilized it like a domesticated spirit beast for innumerable years, could not dominate it.    

    

It had never been a threat to its very foundation—until today.    

    

Lin Xuan's arrival marked a significant change. He was a force capable of dominating the entire Dongyuan Continent with his Half-level Emperor physique and his Thunderbolt God's Body, an attribute that rendered the Thunder Mountain's defenses useless against him. Lin Xuan was not only impervious to harm, but he also had the power to forcibly absorb the mountain's source energy. Once Lin Xuan had consumed all of its source energy, the scant traces of spirituality that remained would vanish.    

    

Faced with an existential threat, yet powerless to counter it, the mountain could only lament in helpless rage.    

    

Time passed quickly, and after another half hour, the transformation was complete. The green, purple, and white lightning that had perpetually enveloped Thunder Mountain, along with the serpentine bolts of electricity, had largely faded away, revealing its true form. It was a barren, pitch-black mass, as if forged from iron, gleaming with a metallic sheen. Occasionally, fine electric patterns would flicker across its surface. Having withstood the baptism of lightning energy for countless years, it was clear that this was no ordinary material. After all, even a Half-level Emperor would struggle to endure such a relentless onslaught of lightning energy.    

    

"Thunder Meteoric Iron!" they exclaimed. Renowned for its incredible hardness, Thunder Meteoric Iron was a first-class material for crafting tools. Even the lowest quality could reach Low-grade Emperor Level, while the highest quality surpassed High-grade Emperor Level.    

    

The sight of so much Thunder Meteoric Iron, even if only substandard, was enough to make one's heart race with greed. And there was no doubt that within the mountain lay vast quantities of the highest quality iron.    

    

Many Emperor Level Martial Cultivators were visibly excited at the prospect. A small piece, the size of a human head, might not draw much attention, but a piece as large as a human body was a different story entirely—it would be incredibly valuable. And this mountain, standing a colossal ten thousand feet tall, was beyond estimation in worth. Even the combined wealth of the six great forces might not suffice to purchase it.    

    

In the past, this area fell within the jurisdiction of the Thunder Yang Pavilion, and as such, it was their rightful property. If not, then the major powers would engage in fierce battles and struggles before dividing the spoils among themselves. No monetary payment was required. This was the privilege of being one of the top forces on the Dongyuan Continent. No one could contend with them for possession. All treasures that emerged were theirs by default.    

    

However, today's circumstances are quite different with Lin Xuan in the picture. Lin Xuan has managed to overpower the major forces. Consequently, the treasures of the Dongyuan Continent have shifted from the hands of these six major powers directly into Lin Xuan's grasp, and he, like them, has not had to pay anything for this windfall.    

    

This mountain of Thunder Meteorite Iron must hold considerable value for Lin Xuan. Otherwise, why would he prioritize looting the reserves of the major forces immediately after subduing various sects? After all, he isn't exactly wealthy himself.    

    

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