Divine Replication System

Indeed, to the Tianyuan Continent, the Demon Essence Race represented the true heavens.    

Lin Xuan felt a slight tremor in his heart, yet he kept his silence.    

He had harbored doubts about the continental dynamics before.    

Certainly, each of the other major races, such as the Demon Race and the Barbarian Tribe, was somewhat inferior to the human race.    

But united, they would far surpass the human race in strength.    

Previously, Lin Xuan believed that the inability of these races to ally, due to significant conflicts among them, was what allowed humans to claim all the lands rich in resources.    

Meanwhile, they resigned themselves to the desolate, remote wilderness.    

Though he had his suspicions, he hadn't dwelled on them.    

But now, hearing Wu Tumie's revelation, he grasped the stark reality.    

It was all orchestrated by the Demon Essence Race.    

The Tianyuan Continent, stripped of its valuable resources, still served a purpose for the Demon Essence Race: to harvest the lifeblood and spirit marrow from its endless creatures as sustenance for themselves.    

Among all the races on the Tianyun Continent, humans had the least needs but reproduced the quickest.    

Moreover, human martial artists advanced more rapidly than those of any other race.    

By comparison, humans were the ideal sustenance.    

If not for the need for a diverse array of races to cater to different preferences and maintain a balanced ecosystem, it's possible that humans would be the sole surviving race on the continent.    

These thoughts sent a shiver down Lin Xuan's spine.    

Such a grim truth was indeed hard to stomach.    

Despite being braced for the worst, the reality still unsettled him.    

And he, being the fastest advancing and most gifted individual of his generation, must seem like a delicacy to the Demon Essence Race.    

This notion flashed through Lin Xuan's mind.    

No!    

That could not be!    

He refused to submit!    

A boundless will to fight and an indomitable spirit welled up within Lin Xuan.    

He was determined to forge a grand path for himself, no matter the obstacles.    

With a newfound purpose and direction, Lin Xuan faced even greater pressures.    

"You're correct, Son. A rare prodigy like yourself is exactly what they favor," Wu Tumie acknowledged, seeing right through Lin Xuan's thoughts. He continued, "Unless you are willing to become a being like me, an aberration trapped between life and death, forever imprisoned within the Secret Realm."    

"Otherwise, there's no escaping the Demon Essence Race."    

This time, Wu Tumie didn't conceal his true state, laying bare the reality of his existence. He could tell that Lin Xuan had already figured it out.    

Since the Ancient Times, when the Demon Essence Race's warship descended from the heavens and obliterated the Sky Origin Temple, the Tianyuan Continent was left in ruins. The continent's energy level had diminished, and no Supreme Level talents had emerged since. They had become the stuff of legends, unheard of in modern times or found in ancient relics or texts.    

Yet, Lin Xuan possessed this seemingly impossible Supreme Level aptitude, coupled with formidable combat prowess. Clearly, his fortunes were vast, and his blessings were many, for him to achieve such feats at his young age. His perspective was undoubtedly extraordinary.    

Knowing about the Indestructible Puppets was to be expected for someone like him, so there was no longer any point in hiding the truth.    

But that wasn't the crux of the matter.    

"What's the issue?" Lin Xuan inquired, his face growing more somber. He sensed that something even more troubling loomed ahead.    

"After that catastrophe, the Demon Essence Race would periodically send their people to ravage the land. The True Spirit World and our Tianyuan Continent exist in separate spatial layers, resulting in different time flows. To the Demon Essence Race in the True Spirit World, the Tianyuan Continent is akin to a herb garden that doesn't require constant attention—when the herbs are ready, they simply come to harvest.    

The exact difference in the flow of time is unknown to me, but it's undeniable that time moves faster here on the Tianyuan Continent. What might be five or six years for us could only be a single year in the True Spirit World. Therefore, to maximize the proliferation of life on the Tianyuan Continent, the intervals between the Demon Essence Race's visits are quite lengthy. Initially, it's believed to have been millennia between their incursions."    

The inhabitants of the Tianyuan Continent were well aware of the harsh truth and had attempted several large-scale uprisings.    

But each and every one was ruthlessly quashed.    

The might of the Demon Essence Race was overwhelming.    

With each confrontation, they would cleanse the continent, leaving it increasingly fragmented and in decline.    

The fundamental laws were compromised, and the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth sharply diminished.    

This led to the continent's current, lamentable state.    

The land was split into fragments, and warriors at the Emperor Level found themselves unable to progress.    

Consequently, the blood essence and spirit pith produced by the Tianyuan Continent degraded in quality.    

The envoys dispatched by the Demon Essence Race arrived with ever-diminishing cultivation levels.    

By the near ancient times, the continent was nearly forsaken, relegated to a proving ground for the Demon Essence Race's youth.    

The intervals between these trials also shortened.    

The nature of these trials is self-explanatory, as the Holy Son has likely endured them himself.    

The treasures they vie for are nothing less than the medicinal herbs derived from our very beings.    

"Going by past patterns, the next trial is imminent, possibly within the next few years.    

At most, it could be five to six years, or perhaps even a dozen years from now.    

At the earliest, it could be within the next two years."    

The Tianyuan Continent's significance to the Demon Essence Race is waning due to the continuous depletion of spiritual Qi and the laws. It's conceivable that after a few more cycles, they might resort to scorched-earth tactics, utterly ravaging the land in their final extraction process.    

When that time comes, not even the various Secret Realms tethered to the continent will stand a chance of survival.    

That's why I insist that evasion is simply not an option."    

Wu Tumie delivered his message without pause, articulating each detail with a grimace.    

Even if he were to take refuge within the Tianyuan Secret Realm, escape would be futile.    

Lin Xuan was left in contemplation.    

Time was indeed running out.    

It could be as long as five to six years, or as short as two.    

He needed to hasten his growth without delay.    

Without any means of resistance, he would be easily captured and meet an undeniable death.    

Escape was not an option.    

Thankfully, there was still some time left.    

Given his rate of progress, hope remained.    

He had now witnessed the upper echelons of the entire continent.    

Most treasures had been nearly replicated.    

His talent had also reached a temporary peak.    

Further improvement seemed unlikely.    

Therefore, there was no longer a need to spend time on these aspects.    

He should concentrate on enhancing his cultivation strength.    

With his Supreme Level talent, advancing to the Emperor Level would be a breeze, provided he had ample resources.    

The next step was to secure enough resources for cultivation.    

With this in mind, the upcoming journey to the Dongyuan Continent and the plan to unify it seemed even more feasible.    

He would target the vulnerable.    

The Tianyuan Continent was beyond his capabilities for now.    

However, the Dongyuan Continent was within his reach.    

Being a native of the Dongyuan Continent, he had a good grasp of its major powers, which made things all the more convenient.    

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