Divine Replication System

1In the past, there would have been no need for them to take action. When it came to the division of such substantial benefits, if the upper echelons couldn't negotiate an outcome and multiple parties failed to compromise, it generally wouldn't escalate into a full-blown war. A war among the higher-ups could lead to catastrophic changes if someone were to fall, potentially sparking a conflict between entire sects.    

    

After such a conflict, even the victors would be significantly weakened, leaving them vulnerable to other powers of the same tier who might exploit the situation to their advantage, exacerbating the victor's losses. Consequently, among the six major forces—or any forces on the same level—a tacit understanding existed. If they couldn't agree on how to divide the resources, the issue would be delegated to Level 1.    

    

The younger generation would then be allowed to compete in a collective battle. The division of benefits would be based on the outcomes of these fights. These young individuals were typically the best of their sects, embodying their future and hope, and they were certainly qualified for this role. This was the standard procedure.    

    

However, this time was unlike any other. Lin Xuan single-handedly annihilated the Devil Cloud Sect, subdued the remaining five major forces, and founded Tianyuan Palace, relegating the five forces to the status of five major halls within the Palace. He had become the de facto ruler of the Dongyuan Continent. Naturally, the rules had changed.    

    

Now, everything was subject to his will and decided by his word alone. There was no longer a need for the younger generation to engage in battle. With the older generation already under his control, the unripe youth were inconsequential.    

    

Furthermore, there was no need for the late-period Emperor Level warriors to engage in a grand battle. Several peak Emperor Level warriors were present, yet they lacked even the right to make decisions. Their only recourse was to engage in verbal disputes, rebuttals, and struggles.    

    

As time silently slipped by, a series of debates and negotiations over interests took place, leading to divisions and exchanges. At last, a consensus was reached. Throughout this process, figures like Wei Zhengzhen and Yang Mao repeatedly challenged the proposals. Without Cang Shuiyue needing to speak up, Wei Zhengzhen, Yang Mao, and others proactively suggested allocating a more significant share of the large cities and mines close to Canglan State.    

    

Since Lin Xuan had made his position clear, they dared not overlook it or deliberately cause confusion.    

    

Ultimately, it was Lin Xuan's approval that mattered.    

    

If Lin Xuan were to be displeased, the repercussions would be dire.    

    

Even the most powerful Emperor Level warriors among them could not withstand it.    

    

Furthermore, with Lin Xuan's unification of the continent and his consolidation of the five major forces into five grand halls, these previously conflicting factions, rife with competing interests, were now effectively a single formidable force.    

    

At least, that was the case on the surface.    

    

Therefore, they could no longer afford to engage in battle or conflict carelessly.    

    

Lin Xuan would not tolerate it.    

    

And the Canglan Sect's protective grand array had been significantly enhanced by Lin Xuan.    

    

It was now somewhat stronger than their Eastern Righteous Hall and even the Thunder Yang Hall.    

    

Their advantage over the Canglan Hall had all but evaporated.    

    

Considering all this, making enemies was not advisable.    

    

It was far more beneficial to foster good relations.    

    

Ceding some benefits was a small price to pay.    

    

After all, this wealth and these benefits were the legacy left behind by the fall of the Devil Cloud Sect.    

    

They had acquired it without having to pay a significant price, almost as if it were handed to them for free.    

    

They were quite content to benefit from the generosity of others in this way.    

    

Cang Shuiyue did not let her slight edge over the Eastern Righteous Hall, Elemental Spirit Hall, and the other halls get to her head.    

    

She was well aware of her own hall's standing.    

    

Even with Lin Xuan's enhancements to the protective formation, their capacity for defense was strong, but their ability to advance was lacking.    

    

And Lin Xuan's stance was clearly not going to remain static for long.    

    

The five grand halls, on the other hand, were here to stay.    

    

It was essential to maintain good relations with the other halls.    

    

Cang Shuiyue, Wei Zhengzhen, the Elemental Spirit Sons, and the rest were all negotiating with amiable smiles.    

    

Since Lin Xuan had spoken, they certainly had to collect more.    

    

To do otherwise would be to disrespect Lin Xuan.    

    

She could not afford such an outcome.    

    

Nor did she want to miss this chance to legitimately acquire substantial resources and strengthen her sect.    

    

Collection was a must.    

    

Such an opportunity, rare in centuries, could not be missed.    

    

However, there were tactful ways to avoid offending others.    

    

Cang Shuiyue opted for large cities near Canglan State, steering clear of those with unique and irreplaceable resources.    

    

She also selectively mined ores that aligned with the black water attribute, deliberately avoiding those in high demand by other sects, even if they were valuable and easy to extract with high profit margins.    

    

After these considerations, all parties were content, and the risk of intense conflict was averted.    

    

The current landscape had shifted from the past.    

    

Gone was the era dominated by the five great forces.    

    

Might alone could no longer dictate outcomes.    

    

Even the strongest among them were no match for Lin Xuan's effortless might.    

    

Now, they stood on nearly equal ground and had to weigh their decisions more carefully, navigating the complexities of social etiquette.    

    

The Martial Puppet presided over the gathering in silence, observing the unfolding events.    

    

In his earlier days, he would have been outmatched by the individuals present, as he was merely at Level 7 of the Martial Monarch Stage, ranking towards the lower end of the late Emperor Level.    

    

Back then, he couldn't hope to attain what many in the hall had.    

    

But times had changed.    

    

He now towered above them, possessing ample strength and status.    

    

These once-coveted gains now seemed trivial to him, and he appeared unfazed.    

    

Watching the continent's elite debate fervently, he couldn't help but find the situation amusing.    

    

After a lengthy discussion stretching over two hours, Wei Zhengzhen, Cang Shuiyue, Yang Mao, and the others reached a mutually agreeable resolution.    

    

They presented the delineated map to the Martial Puppet.    

    

This map was identical to the one on the table, now marked with additional lines and annotations.    

    

It detailed the division of large cities, mines, medicinal fields, mountains, basins, and rivers.    

    

The original map on the table, marred by numerous corrections, paled in comparison to this final, pristine version.    

    

This map was one of many specially crafted copies, all intended for use in such negotiations.    

    

After the Martial Puppet received the document, it quickly scanned through it, discerning the division of the territory resources among the five great halls. The first principle applied was proximity. Resources close to the territories of the various halls, with roughly equivalent values, were allocated to the adjacent halls.    

    

Next, they followed the principle of suitability. Based on specific needs, a portion of the resources was allocated accordingly.    

    

Lastly, there were the most valuable resources that posed a challenge to divide. Take, for instance, the headquarters of the Devil Cloud Sect. Despite being reduced to ruins and rubble in the aftermath of the great battle, it remained a significant asset.    

    

Chapter 32 - The Land of the Devil Cloud Sect