Divine Replication System

1Moreover, Lin Xuan didn't believe for a second that the Demon Essence Race would spare him if he refused to become the Son of the Sky Origin Temple. His fame had already swept across the continent, earning him the title of the preeminent prodigy of the land. To the true rulers of the Demon Essence Race, he represented a significant threat to their stability. To them, the Tianyuan Continent was nothing more than a Secret Realm.    

    

What power would tolerate an uncontrollable force within their Secret Realm? Given that the Demon Essence Race's practices leaned heavily towards the Demon Force, the likelihood of them allowing such a thing was nonexistent. If Lin Xuan wished to ascend to greater martial heights, he would need to cast off the chains of the Demon Essence Race, leave the continent, and venture into a broader universe.    

    

Even if Lin Xuan were fortunate enough to make an escape, he had numerous friends, family, and acquaintances on the Tianyuan Continent. It was inconceivable to silently whisk away so many people without notice. Thus, Lin Xuan and the Demon Essence Race had long since found themselves at natural odds, regardless of his personal desires.    

    

Consequently, Wu Tumie's words were an inevitability. Accepting them was the only logical choice. There was little to lose, and potentially much to gain. Lin Xuan was particularly intrigued by the legacy of the Sky Origin Temple. As the once undisputed sovereign of the Tianyuan Continent, the Temple had boasted several Supreme Level masters who had exceeded the Emperor Level at the height of their power. Their core teachings undoubtedly touched upon the Supreme Level and were likely a complete and comprehensive set, encompassing everything from cultivation techniques and martial arts to secret methods, pill formulas, and spell formations.    

    

If the Sky Origin Temple still stood, even someone as gifted as Lin Xuan wouldn't have an easy time accessing such knowledge. Despite the rarity of Supreme Level talent, with billions of people under their dominion, a few exceptional individuals were bound to emerge. Yet, nurturing an Emperor Level powerhouse was no simple feat, demanding vast amounts of time, dedication, and resources.    

    

But times had changed. The Sky Origin Temple had fallen into ruin ages ago, with perhaps only Wu Tumie and a few others eking out an existence in the Tianyuan Secret Realm as its sole remnants.    

    

No, they were no longer part of humanity.    

    

If they were, not to mention reaching the Emperor Level, even surviving to this age at the Supreme Level would be impossible.    

    

Although humans progress rapidly in their cultivation, they still fall far short when compared to the uniquely gifted Demon Race and other such races.    

    

Even human experts at the Emperor Level might not outlive the Demon Beasts at the Martial Monarch Stage.    

    

They had become Indestructible Puppets with endless lifespans to make it to the present day.    

    

It's likely they were sustained by a single, unyielding obsession.    

    

In this situation, the criteria for inheriting legacies have become much less stringent.    

    

For an outsider like him, if his aptitude is sufficient, he could directly become a Saint.    

    

Lin Xuan speculated that shortly after accepting, he would receive part of the legacy.    

    

"Good, Martial Nephew, you truly are an unparalleled prodigy with impressive courage!" Wu Tumie's face broke into a smile.    

    

The chilling and formidable presence that had been fixed on Lin Xuan vanished without a trace.    

    

"Actually, Martial Nephew, whether you accept or not, with your exceptional talent, the Demon Essence Race won't let you slip through their fingers.    

    

For a being of your caliber, the spirit marrow they could extract is a delectable and highly effective treasure.    

    

You may not die immediately, but you will be imprisoned and turned into a blood slave.    

    

Once you reach the Emperor Level, they will eliminate you on the spot, harvesting every drop of your blood and marrow.    

    

At that point, you will wish for death.    

    

The Demon Essence Race is fiercely racist, nurturing only their own kind. To them, members of other races with lesser power are nothing more than blood slaves and fodder," Wu Tumie disclosed another chilling truth.    

    

Lin Xuan felt the weight in his heart.    

    

The Demon Essence Race was no less formidable than the Demon Force, perhaps even more so.    

    

Yet, for Lin Xuan as he was now, they were overwhelmingly powerful.    

    

He needed to proceed with caution.    

    

"Martial Nephew understands. In the future, it will be my duty to resurrect the Sky Origin Temple and obliterate the Demon Essence Race."    

    

Lin Xuan made a solemn promise. This was meant to reassure the survivors of the Sky Origin Temple. Whether his promise held any truth was another matter. Of course, Lin Xuan would have no objections to fulfilling it in the future, should the conditions be right and his strength sufficient. After all, he had gained much from the arrangement—it was a mutually beneficial relationship.    

    

"Very good. With your assurance, Martial Nephew, I am put at ease," Wu Tumie said, nodding with a smile spreading across his face.    

    

"Martial Nephew, now please take out the Celestial Essence Sacred Token I gave you earlier," Wu Tumie instructed.    

    

With a flip of his hand, Lin Xuan revealed the complete Imperial Weapon, the Celestial Essence Sacred Token.    

    

"This Celestial Essence Sacred Token isn't just for teleportation and defense. It also symbolizes the status of a Holy Son of the Sky Origin Temple. Here is one of our core teachings, the 'Sacred Spirit of the Celestial Essence,' a High-grade Supreme Level technique. Begin your cultivation, and once you reach the beginner level, infuse the Pill Essence into the token to claim ownership. Then, Martial Nephew, you will officially become the new Holy Son of the Sky Origin Temple."    

    

After a brief glance at the token, Wu Tumie produced an ancient-looking green and yellow bamboo scroll and handed it to Lin Xuan.    

    

Lin Xuan accepted the scroll, feeling a stir of excitement. He had not anticipated that the core inheritance of the Sky Origin Temple would come to him so easily. This was a High-grade Supreme Level cultivation technique, the only one of its kind on the entire Tianyuan Continent. It was almost too much to believe.    

    

Before Lin Xuan could respond, Wu Tumie gestured, and a white teleportation light enveloped Lin Xuan. In an instant, he vanished from the hall.    

    

"After so many years, to think that we would finally see the emergence of a Supreme Level talent!" someone exclaimed.    

    

"Indeed, and he's reached the Middle Grade of the Supreme Level, no less!" another voice added.    

    

"As long as he cultivates the Sky Origin Holy Spirit Technique and reaches the beginner level, he will inevitably bear the aura of the Sky Origin Temple. From then on, it will be impossible for him to conceal or erase it."    

    

In the eyes of the Demon Essence Race, he shone like a beacon.    

    

"He'll have to confront the Demon Essence Race."    

    

"The next descent of the Demon Essence Race's younger generation is not far off. Hopefully, by then, he will have grown strong enough to hold his own against them."    

    

"It's the only way he'll stand a chance of breaking free and saving his own life."    

    

"..."    

    

A variety of voices reverberated throughout the hall, laden with excitement, melancholy, and a myriad of complex feelings.    

    

Yet, throughout the entire discussion, there was no mention of restoring the Sky Origin Temple.    

    

Wu Tumie was no exception.    

    

His demeanor when facing Lin Xuan had changed dramatically from before.    

    

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan found himself in a new, expansive hall.    

    

It was considerably smaller than the previous one, but the spiritual energy was far more abundant.    

    

It was richer than anything found in Jade Dragon Mountain.    

    

Lin Xuan was keenly aware of the teleportation.    

    

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