Divine Replication System

It stands to reason that when that time arrives, Wu Tumie and the remaining survivors of the Sky Origin Temple wouldn't simply sit back and await their doom.    

They should be regarded as a formidable force.    

Wu Tumie is already significantly stronger than Empress Yu Long.    

Within the Tianyuan Secret Realm, there are three experts of the Half-level Emperor stature.    

While he can't command these individuals at the moment,    

when disaster strikes, they are expected to take action.    

Alternatively, once Lin Xuan's strength is adequate, they should be willing to follow his lead.    

Lin Xuan pondered over this, realizing the importance of utilizing all available power.    

Yet, before that, it's crucial to bolster his own strength as much as possible.    

After all, only the power in his own hands is truly tangible and dependable.    

"Elder Wu, I've also learned of a major force on the Tianyuan Continent called the Demon Essence Palace. It includes martial artists who possess the bloodline of the Demon Essence Race. I'm curious..."    

Lin Xuan voiced his lingering doubt.    

"Hmph! They're nothing but despicable cowards clinging to life," Wu Tumie retorted, his face clouding over with disdain.    

Nevertheless, he proceeded to enlighten Lin Xuan:    

"These individuals have been around for quite some time, since the Ancient Times, after the fall of the Sky Origin Temple.    

They are not of the Demon Essence Race, and the Demon Essence Race looks down on them.    

In the past, when the Demon Essence Race dominated the continent and looted its resources,    

aside from the Sky Origin Temple, which put up a fierce resistance and was eradicated,    

there were martial artists who were spineless, content to serve as flunkies and slaves.    

Some members of the Demon Essence Race took them in, using them as traitors to lead the slaughter of their own kin.    

These individuals committed atrocities even worse than those of the Demon Essence Race.    

They pillaged and murdered without restraint.    

To survive, they even offered up their female kin or captured beautiful women as tributes for the Demon Essence Race's pleasure.    

The Demon Essence Race's appearance and aesthetic preferences are quite similar to those of humans.    

In fact, there was no reproductive barrier between the two races."    

Later on, some human women bore children who were hybrids of the Demon Essence Race and the human race. They had hoped that these descendants, with their Demon Essence blood, could forge ties with the Demon Essence Race and rise to great heights. However, they hadn't anticipated the Demon Essence Race's arrogance; they looked down on the hybrids and continued to mistreat them as mere servants. Nonetheless, these individuals managed to achieve their goal of survival. The survival rate of these human spies far exceeded that of other forces on the Tianyuan Continent."    

A flash of hatred crossed Wu Tumie's eyes before he resumed speaking. "After the Demon Essence Race's elite had ransacked the entire Tianyuan Continent, they departed, sealing all the passageways behind them. They turned the Tianyuan Continent into their private garden for cultivating medicinal herbs. All the traitors, including the hybrids with Demon Essence blood, were left behind. Despite their large numbers and the presence of many high-level martial artists among them, they were despised by the many creatures that served as the seeds of reproduction. Yet, they were powerless against them. In time, these traitors became the most powerful group on the continent.    

Even after being abandoned by the Demon Essence Race, they didn't abandon their aspirations. They proactively formed a significant power to serve the Demon Essence Race, who would periodically descend to harvest resources and spiritual essence. The visiting members of the Demon Essence Race hardly had to lift a finger, as the traitors eagerly did everything for them. Thus, while the Demon Essence Race wouldn't elevate them or take them to the True Spirit World for training, they were content to have such a group at their disposal. This faction centered around the hybrid descendants with Demon Essence blood, who, due to their lineage, possessed exceptional martial arts talent. As a result, this group has persisted since Ancient Times and remains one of the strongest forces on the continent. The Demon Aura Palace you mentioned is a prime example of this." Wu Tumie explained thoroughly.    

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan's expression turned icy.    

After hearing the full story, Lin Xuan's expression turned cold. He hadn't expected the Demon Aura Palace to have such an origin. Memories of the traitors from his race in his past life surged, igniting a fierce hatred within him. He vowed that if he ever gained enough power, he would eradicate these betrayers without mercy. To him, traitors were even more despicable than enemies. But for now, he lacked the strength to act on his hatred and knew better than to be impulsive. There would be time to take action once he was powerful enough.    

Lin Xuan remembered that during a trial in the Tianyuan Secret Realm, he had duplicated the Demon Essence Race bloodline from a true disciple of the Devil Cloud Sect. He had refrained from integrating it, given his reservations, and had set it aside. Now, it seemed prudent to discard it altogether. No matter how potent the bloodline, he couldn't fathom merging with such a malevolent legacy. In the future, he resolved to be more selective about duplicating bloodlines to avoid such dilemmas. Instead, he would focus on duplicating treasures, martial arts, profound secrets, and innate talents—those held the greatest value.    

This journey had been fruitful for Lin Xuan. He had found the answers he sought and his gains were substantial. Yet, the knowledge of the impending disaster weighed heavily on him, doubling the pressure he felt. But now, he stood taller, ready to face the challenges ahead. For his own sake and for the well-being of Lin Shiyun and all his loved ones, he had to be strong.    

After some more conversation, Lin Xuan prepared to depart. Time was of the essence, and he could not afford to squander any more of it. He had come to realize just how precious time was. He needed to elevate his strength to the highest echelons of the Tianyuan Continent before the catastrophe struck. That was his only chance to withstand and overcome the ordeal.    

"I hope that when we next meet, Holy Son, your strength will have greatly increased, leading us all back to the Tianyuan Continent to reclaim our former glory," Wu Tumie said with a respectful bow.    

"I'll do my best," Lin Xuan responded solemnly.    

He then took out the Celestial Essence Sacred Token, infused it with his aura, and activated its teleportation feature. Instantly, Lin Xuan could sense the connection. He was ready to be transported to other areas of the Tianyuan Secret Realm, whether it be the first, second, or third levels, or even beyond—to the Central Essence Continent, Dongyuan Continent, and other lands.    

Traveling between different continents, such as the Central Essence Continent and the Dongyuan Continent, requires varying amounts of energy due to the differences in distance. Lin Xuan, having chosen the Dongyuan Continent, produced over thirty Top Grade spirit stones. He vividly recalled his previous journey from the Dongyuan Continent across the Endless Sea to the Tianyuan Continent, where he had boarded the Million Treasure Pavilion's Treasure Ship, with each seat costing ten Top Grade spirit stones.    

This time, the energy required for teleportation was significantly greater, but that was to be expected with cross-continental travel. Historically, only the Sky Origin Temple, once the dominant force of the continent, possessed such capability. The thirty Top Grade spirit stones were swiftly consumed by the Celestial Essence Holy Token. A burst of white light emanated, enveloping Lin Xuan. Accompanied by a column of white light, Lin Xuan vanished from within the grand hall.    

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