Divine Replication System

2Before long, Lin Xuan had completely emptied the treasuries and storage rooms within the entire Devil Cloud Sect. The haul was more substantial than he had anticipated, far surpassing that of the Elemental Spirit Sect. If sold, the loot could fetch at least two thousand Top Grade spirit stones. Lin Xuan was quite pleased with the outcome.    

    

"Awoo!" At that moment, Tian, now palm-sized, perched on Lin Xuan's right shoulder and let out a cry, pointing in a certain direction. Tian had not joined the fray in the siege against the Devil Cloud Sect. As a Heavenly Warring Dragon with a rich True Dragon Bloodline, his lineage was of an exceptionally high caliber, granting him extraordinary combat prowess. He had reached the pinnacle of the Emperor Level, and his fighting strength was on par with Lin Xuan's, far exceeding his cultivation level. Lin Xuan wasn't confident he could best Tian in combat. Likewise, Tian could effortlessly defeat most at the peak of Emperor Level.    

    

For the time being, Lin Xuan refrained from sending Tian into battle. Otherwise, the elite warriors from the six major forces would have been rendered obsolete. Tian's cry was tinged with emotion, and through their soul connection, Lin Xuan instantly picked up on it. He turned to see the devastation at the core area of the Devil Cloud Sect, the epicenter of the destruction. It was akin to the vicinity of the Elemental Spirit Hall of the Elemental Spirit Sect. However, the buildings there had been reduced to rubble as if blasted by a formidable force.    

    

In reality, no offensive had been directed at that location. It was simply the central hub of the Devil Cloud Sect and the heart of its protective grand array. When Lin Xuan forcibly breached and shattered the array, the unleashed energy caused the extensive damage, leaving even the Devil Cloud Sect's leadership powerless to intervene. Despite the severe destruction, the area still pulsed with the might of Emperor Level. King Level and Void Martial Stage warriors, engaged in fierce combat nearby, could not approach, leaving a void in the midst of the chaos.    

    

Lin Xuan surveyed the scene briefly and quickly grasped the situation.    

    

Lin Xuan's face broke into a slight smile.    

    

He stepped into the void.    

    

In the blink of an eye, he was hovering above the area.    

    

This core region housed several significant structures.    

    

Yet, Lin Xuan paid them no mind.    

    

His quest was not for these edifices.    

    

With a wave of his hand, a torrent of power, boundless and overwhelming like a tidal wave, burst forth.    

    

It morphed into a colossal palm, its might as if seizing stars and moons, with a towering presence.    

    

The palm shrouded the entire core area below.    

    

It seemed intent on encompassing the whole region.    

    

Such a grand gesture left the surrounding Martial Cultivators in awe.    

    

They had neither witnessed nor conceived of such a spectacle.    

    

Before they could further ponder, they were swept away by the escaping force.    

    

Propelled in every direction, they finally came to a halt after several kilometers.    

    

Relief washed over them; they were fortunate the elder bore no malice, or their fate would have been far grimmer.    

    

Approaching such a fearsome power, far beyond their comprehension, was unwise; even a minor disturbance could prove fatal.    

    

Lin Xuan, however, paid no heed to the onlookers.    

    

His unleashed force enveloped the entire core area, spanning tens of kilometers.    

    

Then, with a command:    

    

Rise!    

    

Crackling sounds pierced the air relentlessly, accompanied by thunderous booms.    

    

The earth nearby quaked in response.    

    

The already substantial fissures on the ground widened and multiplied.    

    

This tumult drew the attention of the Emperor Level Martial Cultivators high above.    

    

The Devil Cloud Sect's upper echelons were baffled by Lin Xuan's actions.    

    

Devil Ying and the other surviving leaders of the Devil Cloud Sect, however, had their suspicions.    

    

This related to one of the Devil Cloud Sect's greatest secrets.    

    

And it was likely Lin Xuan's objective.    

    

Under normal circumstances, no power would dare interfere, for it would mean unending conflict.    

    

But on this day, the Devil Cloud Sect faced its downfall.    

    

Their very survival in jeopardy, they could no longer concern themselves with such matters.    

    

With a thunderous roar, Lin Xuan overturned the entire area within a dozen-mile radius as if flipping a pot lid. This astonishing feat left countless martial artists dumbfounded, never having imagined that a martial artist could possess such fearsome power.    

    

Even the peak late-period Emperor Level Martial Cultivators in the sky were somewhat taken aback. While they too had the power to upend mountains and collapse towering peaks, the idea of flipping such an expansive area in one fell swoop was well beyond their capabilities. And this was no ordinary area; it was the core territory of the Devil Cloud Sect, which had been fortified countless times with Spell Formations, enchantments, and various other methods, making it far sturdier than any other region.    

    

This display only underscored the sheer terror of Lin Xuan's might, highlighting the unfathomable chasm between them. Yet, Lin Xuan appeared nonchalant, as if the feat were as effortless as blowing away dust.    

    

They had witnessed Lin Xuan's prowess before and understood that he was not someone they could measure against; his power transcended the entire scope of the Dongyuan Continent. Despite their initial shock, they quickly came to terms with the reality of the situation.    

    

However, what truly piqued their interest was the sight that greeted them once Lin Xuan had lifted the veil over the Devil Cloud Sect's core area. What lay before them was a vast, blood-red lake spanning a dozen miles. Unlike any ordinary lake, this one was a uniform shade of crimson, and despite the upheaval, it remained undisturbed, as if a single, solid entity. From a distance, it resembled a stunning piece of blood jade.    

    

"Is that the Demon Aura Blood Spirit Pool?" they murmured among themselves, their voices tinged with awe and curiosity. "To think that the Devil Cloud Sect harbored such a massive Demon Aura Blood Spirit Pool! It's far larger than any we've seen in their branches. The sheer scale of it... how many atrocities must have been committed to construct it?"    

    

They turned their attention to Lin Xuan, marveling at his knowledge. "How did Senior Lin know about the Demon Aura Blood Spirit Pool's existence?" they wondered aloud. "Senior Lin is a legendary Half-level Emperor, whose senses far surpass our own. No barrier or restriction could ever obscure his perception."    

    

Their admiration was palpable, and they were relieved to have arrived in time. The Demon Aura Blood Spirit Pool's essence held immense benefits for Demonic Martial Artists, and they knew that with Lin Xuan present, they were witnessing a moment of great significance.    

    

"It's fortunate we arrived in time. The Demon Aura-infused blood in the Blood Spirit Pool has tremendous effects for Demonic Martial Artists.    

    

With a pool of this size, imagine how much spiritual blood can be brewed.    

    

If the Devil Cloud Sect continues to grow in power like this, the impact will be severe.    

    

Even if all five major forces were to unite, I fear we might still struggle to hold our ground!"    

    

"..."    

    

High above, the leaders of the five great forces pieced together the reality of the blood-red lake from the intelligence they had gathered.    

    

It was the infamous Demon Aura Blood Spirit Pool that was known throughout the Dongyuan Continent.    

    

Chapter 32 - The Demon Aura Blood Spirit Pool