Myriad Troubles, the Incredibly Tricky Imperial Mausoleum

It turned out that replication had its limits. It could not replicate certain unique Exotic Spiritual Roots.

For example.

A certain infant, the Ten-Body War God.

You could not replicate two of them. You could only replicate one. But the infant's strength lay in being born with ten bodies—a super conjoined infant!

Replicating one of the opponent's combat powers was simply too weak. It could not possess the opponent's strongest conjoined trait. What was more, even the replication itself was only half-complete.

That left it with only half of half the combat power—perhaps even weaker than not replicating it at all.

No matter how many small fry there were, they were still small fry.

Back then, Mother of No Life's incarnation had become a hero and led the original cultivators of the Furious Nine Provinces in a charge on the capital.

This time, they did not hang the heroes up as they usually did, decorating the plaza with them for posterity to replicate.

The Thirteen States had never been of one mind. On ordinary days, things were fine as long as no problems arose, though internal strife was frequent.

Now that a powerful enemy had come knocking, the cultivators of the various states fled in disarray, carrying the Divine Window with them as they ran to the imperial mausoleum to shut themselves away.

That was the process in brief.

In reality, it had taken all kinds of twists and turns before the entire dynasty was overthrown.

A great divine dynasty that appeared eternal and indestructible, impossible for anyone to overthrow, and flawless in every way had thus drawn its curtain in the most theatrical fashion.

History was truly fascinating.

Every system that looked so perfect to you would, with time, reveal its imperfections.

As time passed, all the perfection of