I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1327: Divine Providence

The region beyond Red Moon Forest stretched out in barren desolation, but the Heavenly Hall endured with its unchanging splendor.

Right then, though, the vast hall stood utterly vacant.

Though a throng of elders hurried over bearing urgent reports, the Island Master proved impossible to locate. As they murmured about the breakage of countless Soul Jades, the assembly wandered fretfully outside the entrance, carrying on like the world's end hovered near.

The sanctuary, once proud and reverent, had plunged headlong into utter turmoil.

Still, hidden away in the heart of an unknown peach blossom woods, peace lingered undisturbed.

Seated in lotus position there, Island Master Luo Tianbei toyed with a chain of weathered, unadorned jade beads. Silver strands at his temples hinted at passing years. He held still for ages, blind and deaf to the uproar sweeping Wind Snow Island.

Suddenly.

The aged thread binding the prayer beads gave way. The glossy jade orbs bounced across the soil, invaluable relics tumbling into the grime as a grim harbinger!

Luo Tianbei at last parted his eyelids leisurely.

"This, then, is the will of Heaven."

While he uttered this, the dominant force commanding Wind Snow Island showed clear signs of swift decline. Fresh creases carved into his skin, though his demeanor oddly eased into calm.

His gaze rested on the beloved ancient beads now strewn about the dirt, yet he lifted not a finger to gather them, like one who had pierced the illusions of existence.

Not until a sharp sound sliced the quiet.

"Whoosh!"

Then Luo Tianbei lifted his gaze.

Directly in view, a form astride a snail materialized from twisting air waves. The arrival radiated not a whisper of power, seeming wholly like some everyday human.

He studied the stranger for several breaths, betraying no astonishment. In a steady, offhand voice, he addressed him, as if this arrival had been foreseen long ago.

"You have come, as expected."

At those words, Yi Feng halted for a beat, then jumped off Man Man's shell and strode ahead with sure steps.

Coming to a stop some ten paces from the man, he spoke at last.

"You must be the Island Master, right?"

"It seems you already know everything that has happened and have accepted your fate."

He aimed to wipe out every lingering issue for good, delivering retribution for Brother Guo. Yet he never figured the fellow would already surrender to destiny; that twist caught him by surprise.

No sooner had the words landed than Luo Tianbei inclined his head with composure.

"That is only natural."

"After all, I have governed Wind Snow Island for tens of thousands of years. I am neither deaf nor blind; a battle of that magnitude in the Red Moon Forest could never escape my perception."

As he continued, a flicker of reluctance surfaced in Luo Tianbei's stare.

"Your Excellency."

"Your cultivation far exceeds our comprehension. To lose at your hands, this old man has no complaints. It is indeed Guo Jiannan's fortune to have made your acquaintance. The winner becomes the king, and the loser the bandit; that is how it should be."

"But on the verge of death, could Your Excellency please tell me the truth: who exactly are you? As for claims of being a mere Mortal Star cultivator, there is no need to repeat such things."

"I have admitted defeat and am willing to bear all consequences. I only wish to know at whose hands I have truly fallen."

Listening to this, Yi Feng couldn't help but regard the man with fresh esteem.

This Island Master truly was a figure of real caliber.

Even facing loss, he met it with steady grace. He could seize or release without hesitation, carrying the mark of a true mighty warrior. This poise alone elevated him a thousandfold over the rubbish Yi Feng had crossed paths with before.

But that closing query put Yi Feng in a tough spot.

*Who am I?*

Confronted by the question, a wave of uncertainty washed over him abruptly.

Back in Pingjiang City, he had run a martial arts hall, serving as instructor to many. Though nothing but a plain mortal, his existence flowed free and unburdened.

Each day brought basic fare and plain tea, filling his life with simple bliss and leisure.

Then, with the System's stirrings, Yi Feng ventured onto the immortal road at last. Even so, he hustled nonstop after his bold scheme to chase demise, his grasp of reality crumbling and reshaping without end.

A mortal?

An ordinary cultivator?

A Mortal Star cultivator?

Those earlier roles came off as passing labels, too shallow to sum up his whole journey.

Remembrances raced through his thoughts, and Yi Feng's mind blanked out in a flash.

He tilted his head upward.

In the boundless vault above, clouds flowed like woven silk. They gleamed vivid and radiant, but their splendor lasted only an instant. The fierce sun alone blazed overhead, casting light across the entire realm.

Within such a grand and awe-inspiring cosmos, how could one soul count for anything?

Whatever the label, each being ranked as no more than a speck.

Feeling stirred in Yi Feng's eyes, and he murmured the musings deep inside.

"I do not know who I am either."

Wrapped in robes of white cleaner than fresh snow, he peered into the heavens.

His eyes held depths like a starry ocean, his utterance ringing with boundless wisdom.

Luo Tianbei stood briefly dazed.

He tracked Yi Feng's sight to the skies, frozen in rigid wonder for what seemed an eternity. As if seizing hold of some profound revelation, he nodded deliberately, his gaze brimming with ease and freedom.

"I understand..."

"To have lost to Your Excellency in this life, I have no regrets."

After those heartfelt lines, Luo Tianbei eased his eyes shut.

In hardly a handful of breaths, the Island Master withered at a startling pace. His features shriveled plain to behold, and he slipped away in seated trance, his look serene...