Divine Replication System

Despite Tian's seemingly harmless and gentle appearance, the Martial Puppet remembered well. Lin Xuan had somehow acquired this mysterious demon beast, whose origins were unknown but whose grade and potential were extraordinarily high.    

During the battle at Jade Dragon Mountain,    

Tian may not have shone as brightly as Lin Xuan, but its performance was nonetheless impressive.    

It had faced off against one of the Central Essence Continent's overlords, the Third Elder of the Ouyang Family, Ouyang Jing.    

Though both were at the peak of the Emperor Level, Ouyang Jing hailed from an Overlord Level Force and was a master among his peers.    

The Martial Puppet, having only recently advanced, knew it was no match for such strength.    

Yet, Ouyang Jing was no match for Tian.    

Defeated repeatedly, he was forced to flee from Tian's relentless assault.    

The Martial Puppet suspected that Tian had merely been toying with Ouyang Jing throughout that encounter.    

The ease with which Tian later caught up to and eliminated Ouyang Jing served as proof.    

By comparison, the Martial Puppet stood even less of a chance against Tian.    

Being instantly defeated by Tian would be all too likely.    

Thankfully, as Lin Xuan's subordinate, they were allies.    

As long as the Martial Puppet remained cautious and avoided provocation, Tian would likely pay it no mind.    

Regarding the blood-colored demon beast, the Martial Puppet's knowledge of the combat hierarchy in the Dongyuan Continent suggested it was among the mightiest beings there.    

But there was more.    

Another entity, even more formidable, possessed the strength to contend with a Half-level Emperor, surpassing even Emperor Level combatants.    

The Martial Puppet was filled with anticipation for this return journey.    

Though Lin Xuan made it seem effortless, traversing the vast distance from the Central Essence Continent back to the Dongyuan Continent in just a few days, the Martial Puppet was convinced it was far from easy.    

A significant price must have been paid.    

Given the circumstances, Lin Xuan wouldn't return to the Dongyuan Continent without good reason. The continent's tier was struggling to keep pace with Lin Xuan's advancements. Thus, his reasons for returning were quite clear.    

Anticipating the significant actions ahead, the Martial Puppet was filled with excitement. He had once only dreamed of such events. Although he wasn't the protagonist, he could still benefit from the ripple effects, getting a taste of the spoils. He eagerly awaited the reactions of former opponents and enemies upon witnessing his current level of cultivation. Previously, they were beyond his ability to confront. Now, without Lin Xuan's intervention, he could handle them all on his own. It was a chance to clear the slate.    

With a light heart, the Martial Puppet piloted the Emperor Level Flying Ship at top speed toward the nearest city. His passage cast vast shadows, and the ground below fell eerily silent. All creatures trembled in awe and fear at his presence, a testament to the pinnacle of power he represented on the Dongyuan Continent.    

Yichang City, nestled in the remote reaches of Changyang State within the ordinary Intermediate State, was a bustling metropolis. Its proximity to the expansive Changyang Mountain Range, the largest in the state, meant that every few years, the city braced for a beast tide. The mountains were rich with medicinal herbs, minerals, and countless treasures, drawing in throngs of martial cultivators. The city, known for its robust martial spirit, attracted adventurers and those seeking to hone their skills or find their fortune. An Emperor Level Martial Cultivator's presence ensured the city's peace and stability, contributing to Yichang City's thriving atmosphere.    

In days gone by, the city's soundscape was a cacophony of life, with a constant flow of people and unending bustle. Today, the vibrations in the air were of a different nature—not the usual clamor, but the thunderous clamor of intense combat. Yichang City had transformed into something entirely new.    

Vast swathes of buildings lay in ruins, a testament to the destruction that had befallen them. Limbs and debris were scattered everywhere, with corpses too numerous to count. The fierce battle within Yi Chang City raged on.    

The conflict was primarily between two factions. One side was a diverse group, varying in stature, attire, and cultivation level, outnumbering their opponents by a significant margin. These were the city's original martial cultivators, engaged in a desperate struggle.    

The opposing force was uniform in appearance, all clad in black and red garments, wielding spirit weapons that reeked of bloodshed. Their cultivation levels were impressively solid, and their ranks were filled with formidable fighters. They fought with a wild ferocity, often gaining the upper hand despite being outnumbered. It was less of a battle and more of a brutal slaughter.    

Curiously, these black-clad warriors showed little interest in looting the surrounding tall buildings for spoils of war. Instead, they seemed to relish the act of slaying their fellow combatants.    

Above them, in the sky, two Emperor Level Martial Cultivators were locked in fierce combat. Both were at the Middle stage of level 1 in the Martial Monarch Stage, evenly matched in power. Yet Mu Yi, the City Lord of Yi Chang, was being driven back, bombarded relentlessly by his adversary. Despite the pressure, the evenly matched cultivations meant that neither side would be easily defeated.    

"Zhou Shunyan, your Devil Cloud Sect's audacity to massacre my Yi Chang City will not go unpunished by my Purple Cauldron Sect!" Mu Yi bellowed, his voice tinged with rage and a sense of impotence.    

Yi Chang City was a major hub, controlling the flow of resources throughout the Changyang Mountain Range, backed by no ordinary power. It was supported by the Purple Cauldron Sect, one of the six mightiest forces on the Dongyuan Continent. However, since the Devil Cloud Sect had ignited the flames of war across the continent, the true extent of their fearsome strength had been revealed. In one-on-one combat, they were unmatched, surpassing even the other pinnacle forces of the Dongyuan Continent, such as the East Saint Sect, the Purple Cauldron Sect, and the Elemental Spirit Sect.    

Currently, the Purple Cauldron Sect could only focus on its own defense, rendering it nearly impossible for them to lend support to the distant Yi Chang City.    

Consequently, Yi Chang City was on the brink of total annihilation, destined to become yet another ghost town.    

It seemed he, too, would meet his end here.    

These thoughts filled Muyi with a profound sense of melancholy.    

If only a supreme warrior would miraculously appear from the skies.    

"Haha, the Purple Cauldron Sect?"    

Zhou Yunjin, the middle-aged man clad in black, let out a scornful chuckle.    

"Dare to stand against my Devil Cloud Sect? For each one that comes, one shall fall. No matter the number, they shall all perish!"    

"I've lost interest in toying with you. The time has come for your demise!"    

"The Purple Cauldron Sect claims to be an Overlord Level force on par with my Devil Cloud Sect in the Dongyuan Continent, yet you, as an Emperor Level Martial Cultivator, are far too feeble!"    

With those words, Zhou Yunjin's presence surged once more, reaching the late stage of level 1 of the Martial Monarch Stage.    

Muyi was compelled to step back again as Zhou Yunjin's aura grew increasingly bloodthirsty.    

Glancing back, Muyi was consumed by despair.    

He watched as Zhou Yunjin drew a long, entirely gray spear whose aura reached the Mid Emperor Level.    

Given that Muyi's own strength was already outmatched, his fate seemed sealed.    

Even his hope to delay the inevitable, to give the countless people below a chance to flee, was futile.    

"Hahaha! Die..."    

Zhou Yunjin's laughter boomed as he prepared to strike Muyi down with his spear.    

But suddenly, his voice turned into a strangled croak, as if a duck's throat had been seized.    

The sky had darkened.    

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