Divine Replication System

3Lin Xuan had successfully tested the defensive barrier of the Devil Cloud Sect and achieved his objective. In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished, reappearing several hundred meters above. With a simple flip of his palm, he revealed a black, gleaming sword that shone like obsidian glass—the Terminator Sword.    

    

This was the first time anyone had seen Lin Xuan wield a Spirit weapon, and it caused a stir among the onlookers. Below, Mo Ying and the senior members of the Devil Cloud Sect were visibly shaken, their faces etched with fear and despair. Lin Xuan's previous slap had nearly shattered their illusions, and just one ordinary slap had such an impact. A few more, and their protective formation might not hold, potentially shattering completely.    

    

But now, Lin Xuan had escalated the situation by drawing his treasure sword. Despite its appearance, which suggested it was more a collector's item than a weapon, one should not forget that Lin Xuan was no ordinary martial artist. His words had convinced them of his status as a Half-level Emperor, a warrior beyond the peak of Emperor Level.    

    

The weapon of a Half-level Emperor couldn't possibly be just a decorative treasure. It was undoubtedly a formidable and unparalleled Spirit weapon, surpassing Emperor Level. It might even be an Emperor Level Spirit weapon, a rarity unseen on the Dongyuan Continent for countless years.    

    

The Devil Cloud Sect was already struggling to withstand Lin Xuan's casual attacks. They were hardly in a position to face his full might. The sect's higher-ups were in a state of despair, realizing that they might not survive the strike of his sword.    

    

Meanwhile, miles away aboard the Emperor Level Flying Ships, the martial artists watched with excitement and anticipation. Lin Xuan's strength was well-known, but the extent of his power was still a mystery. Now that he had drawn his Spirit weapon, they anticipated witnessing at least a glimpse of his capabilities. They didn't expect to see the full extent of his power, but even a portion would be revealing enough.    

    

Their curiosity about the legendary Half-level Emperor was intense. Until now, they had only heard tales, but today they would finally witness it firsthand. Meanwhile, they couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow for the countless warriors of the Devil Cloud Sect.    

    

Lin Xuan's previous casual strikes were cataclysmic, terrifying everyone. Now that he was serious, what chance did they have? The Devil Cloud Sect was surely doomed. Their greatest defense, the sect's protective formation, had been effortlessly trampled by Lin Xuan. And with Lin Xuan wielding his sword, resistance seemed futile. Preserving even their corpses would be a challenge.    

    

The leaders of the five major powers all turned their attention to Lin Xuan, eager to gauge his true capabilities. His earlier displays, though seemingly effortless, had already sent shivers down their spines. Yet, they needed to see more.    

    

Should Lin Xuan prove to be overwhelmingly powerful, the top brass of the East Saint Sect and the other four powers might reconsider their positions. Unlike the lower ranks, these high-ranking individuals valued their lives over the legacy of their sects. They had reached the pinnacle of the Dongyuan Continent through arduous cultivation and overcoming countless hardships. They weren't ready to meet their end when they had yet to savor their success.    

    

Surrendering to Lin Xuan would simply mean acknowledging a new leader. Beyond that, their lives wouldn't change much. Lin Xuan was only one person, and after unifying the continent, he would need capable administrators. With their cultivation and strength, they were confident of maintaining a significant status. Thus, surrender might not be entirely out of the question.    

    

But first, they needed to witness Lin Xuan's true power.    

    

Before them, Lin Xuan hovered in the sky, surveying the entire Devil Cloud Sect below. His focus returned to the Terminator Sword in his grasp. "Terminator Sword, a complete Emperor Level Spirit weapon, let's see what you're truly capable of!"    

    

Lin Xuan's gaze shimmered with intensity.    

    

A piercing beam of light cut through the Void, and from him, an overwhelming aura radiated outward like tangible ripples, spreading in every direction.    

    

Silence fell upon all that lay in its path, as if everything had been utterly subdued.    

    

The Emperor Level Flying Ships, ten miles back, were scattered a thousand meters away.    

    

Countless warriors felt as though a colossal mountain bore down upon them, making even the slightest movement a herculean task.    

    

They were filled with immense shock.    

    

Was this merely his aura, and yet so formidable?    

    

The opponent hadn't even made a move yet.    

    

Could this be the might of the legendary Half-level Emperor?    

    

The sheer power was terrifying to an extreme!    

    

They found themselves devoid of any will to resist.    

    

Below.    

    

Shielded by the sect's protective barrier, Mo Ying and the senior members of the Devil Cloud Sect felt little of the disturbance.    

    

Yet, the barrier itself emitted a shrill, vibrating noise, and the earth beneath them trembled as if it might shatter at any moment.    

    

This spectacle sent waves of panic through the ranks of the Devil Cloud Sect.    

    

A pall of deathly fear shrouded the entire sect.    

    

Within the Devil Cloud Sect, the will to fight had vanished.    

    

High above.    

    

Lin Xuan remained indifferent to the emotional turmoil around him.    

    

As his aura burst forth, he channeled Pill Essence into the Terminator Sword he wielded.    

    

The blade glowed with a faint black light, and an imperial presence wafted from it.    

    

Then, with a slight tilt, Lin Xuan brought the sword down in a sweeping arc toward the Devil Cloud Sect below.    

    

Without employing any martial arts or profound mysteries, Lin Xuan's strike was pure and unadorned.    

    

Yet, the Terminator Sword was an Emperor Level Spirit weapon.    

    

Without Lin Xuan's Pill Essence matching the quality of those at the Half-level Emperor, wielding such a weapon would be impossible.    

    

His effortless strike was beyond the scope of any Emperor Level Martial Cultivator.    

    

As the sword cleaved through the air, the world transformed. The wind howled, the clouds roiled, and the very atmosphere trembled.    

    

A torrent of Spirit Qi converged upon Lin Xuan, forming spiraling tornadoes that bridged sky and earth in a frenzied dance.    

    

The nearly invisible sword light drew in and devoured the swirling energy.    

    

The blade's aura was a deep black, swelling rapidly as if inflated by breath itself.    

    

In that instant, the heavens appeared to be rent asunder, the earth trembled with ferocity, and the fabric of space itself was repeatedly torn and mended.    

    

The sun was obscured, casting the world into a dim, gray pall.    

    

It felt as though the apocalypse had descended upon them.    

    

Such a monumental shift.    

    

All were petrified, their faces painted with boundless horror and dread.    

    

To change the heavens and steal away the daylight!    

    

Such might was beyond the realm of comprehension for Emperor Level Martial Cultivators.    

    

At this moment, the power within the void surged, growing exponentially.    

    

The martial cultivators from the five major forces, who had been pushed back ten miles, found themselves immobilized, unable to move an inch.    

    

They could only gaze upon the spectacle, eyes wide with terror.    

    

Yet, they were powerless to intervene.    

    

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