Divine Replication System

The concentration of lightning attribute spiritual energy is indeed much higher than in other regions."    

Lin Xuan felt the surrounding lightning attribute spiritual energy, gentle as if guarding a king, and a smile graced his face.    

Lin Xuan hadn't forgotten that he possessed a special constitution, the Thunderbolt Divine Body.    

Though the Thunderbolt Divine Body was severely damaged and didn't significantly enhance his combat strength at present, his most powerful techniques were his Half-level Emperor physique, Emperor Level Martial Arts, profound secrets, and the Terminator Sword.    

But the essence of it was extraordinary—a Divine Body!    

This was unparalleled across the entire Tianyuan Continent.    

At least, he had never encountered it on any other warrior's attribute panel.    

Lin Xuan had always believed that his ability to break through the third layer of the Body Refining Divine Art and reach the strength of a Half-level Emperor was largely due to the Thunderbolt Divine Body.    

Now, in Leiyun State, where lightning attribute spiritual energy reigned supreme, Lin Xuan discovered an even more extraordinary phenomenon.    

The environment here was more comfortable for him.    

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was more vibrant.    

His martial arts would also be significantly more powerful.    

These were not mere speculations but insights he naturally perceived.    

In Leiyun State, he felt like a natural-born sovereign.    

All living creatures and everything in the world seemed to bow at his feet.    

This was the power of the Thunderbolt Divine Body.    

Lin Xuan was quite pleased.    

He had also heard that at the heart of Leiyun State, within the domain of the Thunder Yang Pavilion, stood a lightning mountain towering a thousand feet high.    

Lightning never ceased there, and the sound of thunder echoed across the heavens.    

It was also the grandest legacy of the Thunder Yang Pavilion, a chance for great fortune.    

What scenes would unfold there?    

How would the Thunderbolt Divine Body manifest and change?    

Lin Xuan was eager to find out.    

This was a Divine Body, and if he could repair it even slightly...    

The benefits he would reap were beyond imagination.    

Reaching a higher level, becoming a true Half-level Emperor, seemed increasingly improbable. Lin Xuan wasn't being pessimistic; it was simply the reality of the situation. The current state of the Tianyuan Continent made it unlikely for such treasures or resources to emerge. But it wasn't completely out of the question. With enough factors coming together, a quantitative change could lead to a qualitative one, leaving a sliver of hope.    

"Hurry up," Lin Xuan urged, his gaze intense.    

As before, once all the warriors entered Leiyun State, they boarded an Emperor Level High-grade Flying Ship. A Martial Puppet piloted the ship, steering them toward the Thunder Yang Pavilion. They were imposing their will through sheer force.    

But now, Lin Xuan wasn't in the mood for such displays. Almost immediately, with a mere thought, he took control of the Emperor Level High-grade Flying Ship. Although he had never visited the Thunder Yang Pavilion and was unaware of its exact location, he could sense where the concentration of lightning energy was strongest throughout Leiyun State, thanks to his Thunderbolt Divine Body. That place would undoubtedly be where the Thunder Yang Pavilion was located.    

In a flash, the speed of the Flying Ship surged, multiplying several times over and nearing the vessel's maximum capacity. A grating, screeching noise filled the air, as if the ship might fall apart at any moment. The Flying Ship itself was a Spirit weapon, one of the finest among its peers. Should it explode, the resulting force would be catastrophic, capable of inflicting serious injuries even on a peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivator.    

However, the Flying Ship was designed to be robust and wasn't intended for combat, so an explosion was unlikely. Any abnormalities would be detected promptly, making such incidents rare. But at that moment, the possibility loomed.    

The Emperor Level Martial Cultivators on the deck were visibly shaken, filled with a mix of awe and fear. The ship was being pushed to its limits, struggling under the strain. It was clear evidence of the extraordinary power of a Half-level Emperor, far surpassing that of a peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivator.    

Lin Xuan, having commandeered the Flying Ship, was now driving it at breakneck speeds. He was determined to witness the fabled Thunder Mountain, a unique feature of the Thunder Yang Pavilion.    

Upon witnessing the unfolding events, Shi Le'an's expression shifted subtly, yet he found himself unable to intervene. The Thunder Mountain held immeasurable significance for the Thunder Yang Pavilion. In fact, it was the cornerstone of their legacy. Without it, the Thunder Yang Pavilion wouldn't be the revered institution it is today, nor would it stand as one of the six great powers of the Dongyuan Continent, boasting a lineage of peak Emperor Level cultivators.    

Under normal circumstances, the Thunder Yang Pavilion would fiercely guard the Thunder Mountain from the covetous eyes of others on the Dongyuan Continent. Without it, the Pavilion's decline over a few generations would be inevitable. The enmity it harbored was as deep as the sea. However, today's circumstances were far from ordinary.    

Lin Xuan was unlike any other in the Dongyuan Continent. His presence loomed over the entire land. Even the most formidable cultivators, those at the peak of Emperor Level, were mere ants before him, effortlessly extinguished by his hand. Against such a formidable being, the Thunder Yang Pavilion stood no chance of safeguarding the Thunder Mountain.    

Disagree? It wouldn't matter. Lin Xuan could simply take it by force. Any attempt to resist would result in the sect's swift annihilation. In times past, the Thunder Yang Pavilion might have had a fighting chance. But against Lin Xuan, resistance would be tantamount to suicide, not even grazing a hair on his head.    

Thus, upon realizing Lin Xuan's intentions, Shi Le'an harbored no thoughts of persuasion. Instead, he feared that the obstinance of the sect's other leaders might provoke Lin Xuan, inviting a catastrophe that could spell their end.    

Without the Thunder Mountain, the Thunder Yang Pavilion might indeed decline in the coming generations. Yet, if they were to stubbornly cling to it, they faced immediate destruction. Shi Le'an understood the gravity of the situation. Even so, losing the Thunder Mountain wouldn't signal the end for the Thunder Yang Pavilion. It remained one of the six mightiest forces on the Dongyuan Continent, with more than one peak Emperor Level cultivator in this generation alone.    

Apart from these six great powers and the Million Treasure Pavilion, which traded across the globe, no other factions on the Dongyuan Continent boasted such high-level cultivators. The disparity between the six great powers and the rest remained vast.    

The gap between the six major forces and other powers remained vast. For the six major forces to face extinction was an extremely difficult prospect. It was nearly impossible for them to fall by relying solely on their native strength. Only an outsider like Lin Xuan, with his dimension-reducing, formidable presence, could pose such a threat. Even then, dropping out of the top six was highly unlikely. At worst, they might slip from a mid-tier position within the six to the very bottom.    

Previously, such a decline would have been utterly unacceptable to the leadership of the Thunder Yang Pavilion. While the Pavilion wielded considerable strength within Leiyun State due to its legacy, its influence waned outside its borders. It had always been overshadowed by the East Saint Sect and the Devil Cloud Sect, never once reaching the pinnacle, yet it had also never sunk to the lowest ranks.    

Such a fall from grace would be a devastating blow to their prestige as one of the six great powers. However, this time was unlike any other. They faced a catastrophe capable of annihilating their entire sect. In the face of such a disaster, concerns about reputation paled in significance. When life and death were at stake, nothing else mattered. This crisis extended beyond personal survival; it encompassed the lives of family, friends, kin, and all associated individuals.    

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