Divine Replication System

Lin Xuan, however, seemed like a black hole to his senses, capable of devouring everything, his depths immeasurable. This revelation sent shivers down Mo Ying's spine. Thankfully, the protective grand array was still active, helping him to just barely maintain his composure.    

"I've heard that your Devil Cloud Sect's protective grand array, the Devil Blood Destruction Formation, is incredibly powerful, impervious even to peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators. Today, I'll give you the opportunity to unleash it with all your might. If you manage to injure me, I will withdraw and spare you all just this once!" Lin Xuan's icy voice echoed once more.    

Lin Xuan's actions were deliberate, showcasing his strength as a prelude to taking over the four major forces.    

"Very well! Then do not evade, and brace yourself!" Mo Ying responded with an equally cold retort, his face a mask of chilling resolve. Yet, the anxiety in his heart intensified.    

At this point, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and accept the challenge. To refuse would only raise more suspicions. It was worth a try, at least. He was not ready to concede without witnessing the actual outcome.    

With that, Mo Ying descended toward the ground.    

Their exchange was not concealed, and word of it spread far and wide; all the Emperor Level Martial Cultivators were privy to the conversation. Their faces betrayed a flicker of fear as they contemplated the might of the Devil Cloud Sect's protective array. They vividly remembered its track record—the array had annihilated numerous peak and late-period Emperor Level Martial Cultivators during the previous Demon Aura siege.    

None of the Emperor Level Martial Cultivators present dared to confront it again. If it weren't for Lin Xuan, a figure of immense dread, none would have willingly returned to this place.    

Lin Xuan spoke up, expressing a desire to test the might of the array. Most of the onlookers instinctively thought of fleeing. It was only due to Lin Xuan's imposing presence that they managed to suppress their urge to run and remained in place. They had no wish to confront him again. Thankfully, Lin Xuan was the target this time—a formidable force akin to an abyss. They anticipated only being hit by the residual effects. With the protective shield of the Emperor Level Flying Ship, they should be able to endure it. Self-preservation seemed likely to be a non-issue.    

As for whether Lin Xuan could withstand the onslaught, that was beyond their capacity to speculate. They simply hadn't attained such a level of power. Meanwhile, the senior members of the Elemental Spirit Hall standing behind Lin Xuan, including Yuan Lingzi and Zhou Yu Xin, appeared much more composed, showing little fear. They had not only heard of the Devil Cloud Sect's protective array's battle achievements but had also witnessed Lin Xuan's fearsome combat abilities firsthand. He had shattered the Elemental Spirit Sect's protective array with a single palm strike. Moreover, that palm hadn't even fully descended before Lin Xuan reined it in, causing it to dissipate on its own. Had he not done so, that single strike could have obliterated the entire Elemental Spirit Sect.    

Such a display of power was unmistakably beyond the Emperor Level. Even at the peak of that level, they were as insignificant as ants before him. And yet, this might not even represent the full extent of Lin Xuan's strength. His capabilities were truly terrifying to contemplate! Therefore, they were even more convinced of Lin Xuan's ability to handle the Demonic Blood Sky Formation. They believed he could not only withstand it but also shatter it completely. They remained decidedly calm, anticipating Lin Xuan's next move and the display of his divine might. The disparity between the two sides couldn't have been more apparent.    

Some had noticed this oddity but didn't dwell on it, as the imminent battle was what truly merited their attention. A single aftershock from the clash could potentially engulf them all. "Everyone, retreat a bit further—ten miles out should suffice," Lin Xuan instructed with an air of nonchalance. He certainly had the power to safeguard all the Flying Ships of the four major forces, but it would be an unnecessary drain on his resources. He preferred to avoid such an inconvenience. Upon hearing his command, the Emperor Level Martial Cultivators exhaled deeply, as if granted a reprieve.    

They swiftly piloted their flying ships, retreating into the distance.    

They dared not withdraw too far, though.    

Per Lin Xuan's orders, they halted just ten miles away.    

For Emperor Level Martial Cultivators, this distance was negligible.    

Yet, energy dissipation weakened with increasing distance.    

Here, they felt confident in their ability to withstand the onslaught.    

Worst case scenario, if they were to be swept away, they believed they could still survive.    

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan alone remained at the original location, hovering in the air, surveying the entire Devil Cloud Sect below.    

Inside the black and red protective dome, Sect Master Mo Ying noticed the shift but didn't give it much thought.    

Below him, centered around him.    

The other five peak Emperor Level cultivators, along with the majority of the late-period Emperor Levels, convened.    

Together, they powered the Demon Blood Formation.    

Being an incomplete Emperor Level formation, its potency increased with the strength of its wielder.    

Had a Half-level Emperor been in control, Lin Xuan wouldn't have bothered showing up and would have simply fled.    

Conversely, with Lin Xuan at the helm, he could have held his own against a Half-level Emperor.    

Facing Lin Xuan, an adversary of unprecedented depth and mystery, akin to a black hole,    

The Devil Cloud Sect left nothing to chance, deploying nearly 90% of their forces.    

They aimed to push the protective formation's power to its limits.    

All to counter Lin Xuan.    

Lin Xuan had laid all his cards on the table.    

He was privy to the Devil Cloud Sect's deepest secret.    

Sect Master Mo Ying, of course, was aware of this truth.    

It was that both their Demon Essence Hall and the Devil Cloud Sect were under the dominion of those with Demon Essence Race lineage.    

The Demon Essence Race, in reality, ruled the entire Tianyuan Continent.    

They treated the world of the Tianyuan Continent as a medicinal field, its inhabitants as herbs to be harvested periodically.    

Those with the Demon Essence Race bloodline were akin to gardeners of this field, tasked with its oversight.    

In essence, every creature on the Tianyuan Continent harbored a deep-seated, undying enmity towards the Demon Essence Race.    

This was the closely guarded secret of the Devil Cloud Sect, the Demon Aura Palace, and the entire truth of the Tianyuan Continent.    

Once this knowledge became known, those with sufficient strength would undoubtedly seek vengeance.    

The Demon Aura Hall and the Devil Cloud Sect would be the first to face the onslaught.    

Hence, when Lin Xuan disclosed his true identity, Mo Ying understood that reconciliation between the two factions was no longer possible.    

One side was destined to perish.    

This was the culmination of hatred that countless beings had harbored over countless years.    

No one was willing to forgive and forget.    

With no room for pleasantries, they met head-on in battle.    

To lose was to die.    

Mo Ying, throwing caution to the wind, commanded the Devil Cloud Sect's elite to engage the sect's protective grand array. The Demon Blood and Sky Formation were unleashed with their utmost might to confront Lin Xuan.    

Even if it meant compromising his own foundation, cultivation level, and potential, he did not waver.    

These could potentially be restored in the future.    

But death would leave nothing behind.    

A hush fell over the battlefield.    

As Mo Ying and the senior members of the Devil Cloud Sect powered the array, the formidable energy radiating from beneath grew increasingly terrifying.    

Chapter 12 – The Devil Essence Hall