Divine Replication System

Upon hearing Lin Xuan's words, Mo Ying gained a clear understanding of Lin Xuan's formidable strength and his unwavering resolve to annihilate the Devil Cloud Sect.    

He refrained from speaking further, avoiding the waste of precious time.    

Descending to the ground below, he took command of the entire Devil Cloud Sect, rallying all the King Level Martial Cultivators to jointly manage the sect's protective Spell Formation.    

Their goal was to unleash the full potential of this defense mechanism.    

The Spell Formation was originally established by individuals from the Demon Aura Hall headquarters.    

Its primary purpose was defense, not offense, with its defensive capabilities far surpassing its offensive might.    

Thus, even after Lin Xuan had neutralized their most potent attack—the blood-red blade light that spanned a thousand meters—Mo Ying and the rest of the Devil Cloud Sect hadn't lost hope.    

They pinned their final hopes on the protective capabilities of the Spell Formation, wishing for its shield to hold against Lin Xuan's assault.    

The Formation Master who had installed the Spell Formation had once declared that this Demon Blood Heaven-Devouring Formation, although an Emperor Level formation, was significantly flawed.    

On the Dongyuan Continent, where no one could reach Half-level Emperor status, it could still flex its power.    

But on the Central Essence Continent, it was rendered ineffective.    

The formation, despite its Emperor Level title, was too incomplete to exhibit its intended power and certainly couldn't withstand a Half-level Emperor.    

Yet, in their dire situation, the Devil Cloud Sect had no other choice but to muster all their strength and make one final stand.    

Escape was not an option.    

Even if Lin Xuan, the fearsome force capable of quelling all, chose not to act after the formation was breached, what of the numerous Emperor Level Flying Ships from the other five major forces?    

Although these Flying Ships had retreated ten miles away on Lin Xuan's command, they continued to encircle the Devil Cloud Sect.    

For a King Level Martial Cultivator, ten miles was a negligible distance.    

Once the protective shield of the Spell Formation was gone, the countless Martial Cultivators from the five great forces would converge in an overwhelming tide.    

There was no chance of escape.    

Outside the protective light barrier, Lin Xuan hovered in mid-air, gazing at the increasingly somber shield that was turning a dark, ashen color. He appeared contemplative.    

Suddenly, he took an action that baffled onlookers.    

He struck the protective light barrier with his palm, which shimmered with a faint golden light, indicating that this was no ordinary slap.    

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Lin Xuan's hand made contact with the Devil Cloud Sect's protective shield.    

The slap wasn't forceful; it didn't even generate the sound of wind.    

But at the moment of impact, a thunderous rumble echoed from within.    

Inside the Devil Cloud Sect, the ground shook violently. Buildings in the outer area collapsed in a thunderous crash. Numerous mid- and low-level martial cultivators were knocked off their feet, sprawling on the ground.    

A distinct palm imprint remained on the protective light barrier, an unprecedented event that sent waves of panic through the Devil Cloud Sect. Since its establishment and the creation of its protective grand array, nothing like this had ever occurred—not even during the last assault by the five great forces.    

But today, Lin Xuan's slap had made it a reality, instilling terror in everyone's hearts.    

Lin Xuan's formidable strength was once again on full display.    

The Devil Cloud Sect's higher-ups, particularly those like Mo Ying, felt the impact most acutely. They were psychically linked to the grand array.    

As Lin Xuan's palm struck the barrier, they sensed an overwhelming, relentless surge of immense power. Even though the grand array could diffuse this force to prevent a breach, the energy was simply too vast and too potent, surpassing even the fury of a volcanic eruption.    

A stark palm print was etched onto the barrier.    

For Mo Ying and the other Emperor Level Martial Cultivators, the consequences were more severe. Blood trickled from their mouths as their auras noticeably weakened.    

Thankfully, the brunt of the force was borne by the upper echelons, sparing the mid- and lower levels from significant harm.    

Nonetheless, the atmosphere of terror was irrepressible, spreading even more rapidly throughout the sect.    

Devil Ying and the other senior members of the sect only sustained minor injuries and were not critically harmed. This was the sole piece of somewhat good news. Yet, they did nothing to stem the tide of panic spreading through their ranks. They were powerless to stop it. Even they themselves were consumed by fear. The grand spell formation that had once been their greatest defense was now no longer as dependable. With no alternative at hand, they had to continue relying on the spell formation for protection, as long as it remained unbroken.    

Meanwhile, the martial artists from the five major powers watched from afar, their shock renewed by the display of Lin Xuan's formidable strength. The defensive barrier of the Devil Cloud Sect's grand spell formation was proving its worth. The might it radiated was enough to unsettle even those at the pinnacle of the Emperor Level. It was common knowledge that the primary purpose of such a grand spell formation was to safeguard the sect, serving as the last line of defense with a focus on protection over offense. Consequently, the barrier's defensive capabilities far exceeded the force of any offensive spells it could unleash.    

Despite this, Lin Xuan managed to cause significant damage with a mere slap. Up to this point, Lin Xuan had not resorted to martial arts, False Profound Meaning, spirit weapons, or any other techniques. In essence, he had yet to tap into his full potential. And still, he demonstrated such fearsome might, indicating that his true power far surpassed what they had imagined. Could this be the legendary Half-level Emperor whose strength exceeded that of the Emperor Level? The thought was downright terrifying.    

Lin Xuan, however, remained composed. He had anticipated these developments and remained unfazed by the surrounding chaos. His actions were not meant to flaunt his martial prowess; they served a specific purpose. He intended to assess the strength and defensive efficacy of the Devil Cloud Sect's barrier to inform his subsequent strategy. As he had predicted, this barrier was significantly more robust than that of the Elemental Spirit Sect. Had it been the Elemental Spirit Sect's formation, his slap would have caused it to crack and shatter like a brittle cookie.    

Previously, Lin Xuan had not exerted his full strength in his strike against the Elemental Spirit Sect, and the palm imprint had not even made contact. This time, however, Lin Xuan had slightly invoked the Nine Rotations Golden Body, a Body Refining Divine Art. The subtle glow of gold was the result of its activation, enabling him to deliver a blow of such magnitude.    

If it could be shattered with a single slap, that would be ideal.    

But it's only natural that it didn't break.    

After all, this is an Emperor Level Spell Formation, even if it's severely damaged.    

Lin Xuan could accept that.    

Chapter 12 – The Nine Rotations Golden Body