Peerless Martial God 2 Chapter 1 - Lonely On the Path of Cultivation

What day is it tonight at the Sky Palace?

Lin Feng found himself solitary atop the expansive Continent of the Nine Clouds. The heavens stretched endlessly above him. Gazing down from his vantage point, he observed countless structures dotting the land below. Time had indeed marched onward.

He recalled the momentous day he departed from the Lin Clan as a lone figure. He had astonished Yangzhou City, ascended to leadership in Xue Yue, and achieved a state akin to divinity, becoming a veritable legend. Subsequently, he became a disciple of Tian Chi, stunning the entire Xue Yu Region, and then Gan Yu. Through Hou Qing Lin, he joined Tiantai and was fortunate enough to become a disciple of Emperor Yu and Mu Chen.

He had pressed on relentlessly, striving for the utmost strength in the shortest possible span. His journey led him to Champion University as a student, where he vanquished Ji Chang and forged a strong bond with Ancestor Shi Tian.

More time elapsed. He became affiliated with the Fortune Shrine, only to discover his possession of a Forbidden Body. All the Shrines harbored a desire to eliminate him, unwilling to permit him to exist. Afterward, the Shrines erupted into conflict due to his existence, and he eventually realized the Diviner had orchestrated his downfall. Now, a single question remained: what was the purpose of all his endeavors?

The Sky Palace, what’s the date tonight? Was this mere poetic musing?

Lin Feng descended onto the summit of a mountain on the Continent of the Nine Clouds. This mountain was a place of vibrancy and ceaseless activity. Occasionally, the roars of dragons echoed from nearby. Lin Feng stood there, the wind teasing his hair and rustling his robes.

He sought to grasp the meaning behind that cryptic sentence. Despite becoming like a god within the Continent of the Nine Clouds, its significance eluded him. What of Xue Baguio? When would her recovery manifest? And whose reincarnation was she?

All remained shrouded in enigma!

Lin Feng remained fixed and silent. A year passed, then ten. He stood upon that mountain peak for a full century.

Lin Feng had attained godhood in this world. He had reached the divine level, yet for a hundred years, he had struggled to achieve a breakthrough. While he was undoubtedly the preeminent figure on the Continent of the Nine Clouds, figures like Feng Mo, the Three Lives Great Emperor, and Mister Time could also contend with him. However, both of them had vanished; where had they gone?

“Beyond the god level, do higher cultivation realms exist?” he pondered. He harbored a deep conviction that he had not yet attained the zenith of cultivation in this world. If an ultimate level truly existed, he could not possibly be the sole individual to have reached the god level... but where were the others?

As Lin Feng's thoughts swirled, a streak of crimson light flashed across the heavens. Lin Feng extended his hand, and a beam of light materialized. An explosion followed, causing the mountain to tremble violently.

“Feng Mo, have we not crossed paths for a hundred years?” Lin Feng inquired with a frown, a smile gracing his lips as he perceived the dark speck on the horizon.

Feng Mo, the Three Lives Great Emperor, the father of Empress Xi!

“Haha, Lin Feng, it has been an age. How powerful have you become?” he boomed with hearty laughter.

Every inhabitant of the Continent of the Nine Clouds could perceive and hear the exchange between the two. People upturned their gazes, regarding them with profound respect and awe.

“The Ruler, Lin Feng the Ruler.”

“It is indeed Lin Feng the Ruler. He vanished for a century, and now he graces the southern reaches of Ba Huang.”

“And Feng Mo, the Three Lives Great Emperor, is also present!”

Powerful cultivators from all corners of the land witnessed Lin Feng and Feng Mo suspended in the sky, their expressions filled with bewilderment.

Feng Mo offered a smile and moved towards Lin Feng. Abruptly, both figures vanished. The onlookers, eager to witness their encounter further, were left disappointed.

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Beneath the boughs of an unassuming ancient tree, two individuals materialized on opposite sides of a table.

These two individuals were none other than Lin Feng and Feng Mo!

“Lin Feng, have you deciphered the meaning of that sentence?” Feng Mo inquired, his gaze fixed upon Lin Feng.

“No, I have contemplated it for a hundred years, yet its meaning remains elusive,” Lin Feng confessed, a wry smile playing on his lips as he shook his head. A century had passed, and the enigmatic sentence still confounded Lin Feng.

Feng Mo nodded thoughtfully and spoke slowly, “The same applies to me. I am not alone in this. Mister Time shares this predicament. The three of us have all attained the God Level, yet the sentence continues to elude us. It is rather disheartening,” Feng Mo admitted, his expression turning somber.

Lin Feng remained quiet, slowly sipping his tea.

He took a draught and observed the descending sun. Another day had drawn to a close.

“Do you believe there exists a definitive peak in the path of cultivation? I cannot shake the feeling that we have not yet reached it. I am certain that cultivators of even greater strength exist; we simply are unaware of them,” Lin Feng articulated.

Feng Mo appeared taken aback. He opened his mouth to speak but then paused. Noticing his hesitation, Lin Feng prompted, “Feng Mo, please share whatever knowledge you possess.”

“Lin Feng, I harbor the distinct impression that our current realm, the Continent of the Nine Clouds, represents merely the surface of a much larger reality, much like the tip of an iceberg,” Feng Mo revealed. Lin Feng nodded in understanding, a faint smile touching his features.“I agree. Previously, I thought the Xue Yu Region was vast. Then, venturing to Ba Huang Province revealed an even grander scale. Following that, the Holy City, then the Qi Tian Dynasty, and eventually the imperial court. Now, the Continent of the Nine Clouds… this continent might just be a minuscule fraction of an even larger world.” “Precisely. This is why Mister Time and the Godly Weapon Master are dedicating their efforts to this research. I am confident they will uncover the truth. The Continent of the Nine Clouds cannot possibly be the ultimate realm; there must be more beyond it,” Feng Mo stated, nodding with a smile. He appeared somewhat restless. Even formidable cultivators experienced loneliness. Their unceasing desire was for higher levels of cultivation, a drive to continue their practice. To remain stagnant at a single cultivation level would render their efforts utterly pointless. Tshh, tshh... At that very instant, two streaks of light flashed across the heavens. Ahead of them, two figures materialized. “Mister Time. Godly Weapon Master?” Lin Feng expressed his surprise upon recognizing the pair. An elderly man and a middle-aged man stood together, their appearances entirely unremarkable. Indeed, these were Mister Time and the Godly Weapon Master! “Lin Feng, Feng Mo, my disciple and I have undertaken research for a century and have made a significant discovery,” Mister Time announced. He approached Lin Feng and Feng Mo, taking a seat on the third stone chair. The Godly Weapon Master then occupied the fourth. Lin Feng and Feng Mo exchanged glances, their faces alight with surprise and anticipation. “Master, please elaborate,” Lin Feng implored. Feng Mo was equally thrilled. Both felt a profound sense of isolation, an inability to progress their cultivation further within their current sphere. This stagnation posed a dire predicament for peerless cultivators. “Heh heh, through my explorations within the corridors of time, I've come to realize that the Continent of the Nine Clouds is merely a diminutive landmass. I've dedicated myself to its study, and ultimately, I've ascertained that in close proximity to the Continent of the Nine Clouds lies a vastly larger continent, approximately ten times its size. “Pfewww...” Lin Feng inhaled deeply, his brow furrowed. He was experiencing a surge of exhilaration. “In that case, are we able to journey there?” Feng Mo inquired of Mister Time. “Under normal circumstances, such a journey should be feasible. However, we have yet to discover a passage. It’s possible that no such passage exists,” Mister Time sighed, his own mood somber. He too was unfulfilled. “So, what course of action can we take?” Feng Mo questioned, his expression suddenly crestfallen. He had endured such a long wait, and even the prospect of battle no longer held interest. Besides Lin Feng and Mister Time, no one else could truly challenge him. Feng Mo and the others were enveloped by a sense of loneliness and ennui. “If your desire is to depart from the Continent of the Nine Clouds, I can provide assistance,” a voice declared, striking a distinctly cold yet clear tone. It was a woman’s voice. Instantly, the expressions of Lin Feng and the others shifted dramatically. They turned, beheld the newcomer, and were utterly astonished. It was… her?