Divine Replication System

2A terror akin to the heavens themselves shrouded the entire Void, rendering countless martial artists acutely aware of their own insignificance, as if they were mere ants. In that moment, they truly comprehended the vast chasm that lay between them and Lin Xuan. His strength was nothing short of terrifying. The might of his sword alone could subdue them all. Should it descend, it was likely that none would be spared. Under the sweep of his blade, all beings were equal.    

    

Martial artists of every rank—King Level, Emperor Level, and those at the Void Martial Stage—found themselves indistinguishable from one another. The enormous disparity had leveled the playing field.    

    

Thankfully, Lin Xuan's sword was not directed at them, but rather ten miles further away. The martial artists from the five major powers were merely suppressed, their hearts quaking and their bodies unable to move, yet they suffered little harm.    

    

It was then that they realized the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for dozens of miles around had been completely consumed. For those at the Martial King Stage or Martial Monarch Stage, the potency of their attacks would be severely diminished. Beyond the Martial King Stage, martial artists typically harnessed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for their own use, rather than relying solely on the Pill Essence they had cultivated. Although Pill Essence was of a much higher quality than Spiritual Essence, it was not feasible for martial artists to continuously execute wide-ranging, powerful attacks without it.    

    

Deprived of the spiritual energy in the Void, they were like tigers stripped of their claws—an apt comparison for their current plight.    

    

The realization of this shift sent shockwaves through the martial artists. This was no ordinary locale; they were within the domain of the Devil Cloud Sect. As the preeminent power on the Dongyuan Continent, the Devil Cloud Sect's chosen territory was naturally abundant with spiritual energy, far surpassing other regions. Even if it weren't naturally so, the Sect would manipulate the landscape and use Spell Formations to forcibly concentrate and enhance the spiritual energy.    

    

A lack of dense spiritual energy would impact not only the martial artists' offensive capabilities but also their cultivation progress, martial arts advancement, Spell Formation maintenance, and the nurturing of spiritual herbs, among other things. Spiritual energy obeyed the laws of nature, flowing from areas of lower concentration to those of higher concentration.    

    

If the concentration difference between two areas is too large, the spiritual energy in the area with higher concentration will dissipate at an extremely fast rate. Even if the spiritual energy in the Void is temporarily maintained by a Spell Formation and spirit stones, the consumption would still be significant. It might be sustainable for a short while, but over an extended period, even the Devil Cloud Sect would struggle to support it.    

    

Now, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within dozens of miles has been completely drained. Although spiritual energy from farther away continues to converge, it requires time. The Void has been left barren of spiritual energy, significantly affecting everyone.    

    

Martial artists ten miles away were shocked, experiencing Lin Xuan's terrifying power once again. With a single move, he executed an earth-shattering act, far beyond their wildest imaginations. Thankfully, the Emperor Level Flying Ship, used for travel, doesn't depend on the external environment and has an ample supply of spirit stones for energy. The impact on it was minimal, although it would consume more energy without the circulation of external spiritual energy.    

    

The situation was different in the territory of the Devil Cloud Sect. They chose this location for their headquarters because of its natural geography and terrain, which naturally concentrated high levels of spiritual energy. All of the Devil Cloud Sect's constructions were designed to utilize this energy, forming a cycle, including their protective sect formation.    

    

Covering dozens of miles, it would be impossible for even a peak Emperor Level to extract such a vast amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth. The Devil Cloud Sect had not anticipated this. After all, only on the Central Essence Continent could one advance to Half-level Emperor status. To the elite of the Central Essence Continent, the Dongyuan Continent and the other three continents were considered too remote and barren to be of consequence, aside from their populations. Moreover, they are separated by the vast and perilous Heavenly Elemental Sea. Conquest seemed hardly worth the effort, and it was highly unlikely for a Half-level Emperor to make the journey specifically for that purpose.    

    

Aside from the Devil Cloud Sect, which required the essence of living beings, and the Million Treasure Pavilion, which was in the business of trade, no other forces were meddling in the affairs of the Dongyuan Continent and its sister lands.    

    

Yet, no one could have anticipated the emergence of Lin Xuan as a variable in their calculations.    

    

Lin Xuan might not have been a Half-level Emperor, but he possessed a portion of such an entity's might, far exceeding the pinnacle of Emperor Level—enough to dominate the entire Dongyuan Continent.    

    

With a single strike of his sword, Lin Xuan created a cataclysmic phenomenon, drawing in the spiritual essence of heaven and earth from miles around, achieving the formidable power of a Half-level Emperor.    

    

The ease of it all took even Lin Xuan by surprise, considering he hadn't even fully unleashed the Terminator Sword.    

    

The caliber of the Terminator Sword exceeded Lin Xuan's expectations by a significant margin.    

    

Had he possessed this sword during the battle at Jade Dragon Mountain, Lin Xuan was certain he could have decisively vanquished the Demon Aura.    

    

The Devil Cloud Sect below bore the brunt of Lin Xuan's maneuver.    

    

Their protective spell formation's shield dimmed noticeably, its defensive capabilities correspondingly diminished, and the energy required to sustain it surged dramatically.    

    

This turn of events left Mo Ying and the other high-ranking members with increasingly ashen faces.    

    

At that moment, the sect's protective shield was their only source of comfort.    

    

They could not afford to let its power wane.    

    

Desperately, they tapped into their reserves of spirit stones to bolster the spell formation.    

    

Other concerns, such as the diminished prowess of Emperor and King Level Martial Cultivators, the withering of precious spirit herbs, and the restless howling of their captive demon beasts, were all but ignored.    

    

High above, as the spiritual energy within dozens of miles was drained, the black sword light unleashed by Lin Xuan's Terminator Sword consumed it all.    

    

The black sword light swelled, gaining momentum.    

    

Eventually, it morphed into a tangible, thousand-foot-long black sword light.    

    

While it might not have seemed drastically different from the previous blood-red thousand-meter blade light, the aura it radiated was vastly superior.    

    

The two were simply not in the same league.    

    

The immense power of the ten-thousand-foot black sword light silenced all living things, dimmed the sun, and cleaved the heavens in two. Before its might, every creature in the world shuddered as if they were mere ants.    

    

Then, trailing a series of afterimages, it descended in a mighty slash.    

    

At that moment, even the Void itself was rent asunder.    

    

The Devil Cloud Sect's highest echelons were exerting every ounce of their strength, desperately maintaining their last line of defense—the sect's protective spell formation.    

    

Yet, they couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably, overwhelmed by fear.    

    

Had it not been for Lin Xuan's evident deep-seated grudge against the Devil Cloud Sect, his intent to annihilate them completely, sparing no one, they would have surrendered long ago.    

    

The ten-thousand-foot black sword light, though incredibly potent and beyond anything they had ever seen or could withstand, was minuscule compared to the entire protective barrier of the Devil Cloud Sect.    

    

But in that moment, its colossal presence seemed to engulf their entire field of vision, sending shivers down their spines.    

    

Chapter 18 – The Ten Thousand Feet Black Sword Light