Peerless Martial God 2 Chapter 3 - Arriving in the Continent of the Gods

"Lin Feng, can it be true? Are there truly existences surpassing the Continent of the Nine Clouds?"

High above Tiantai, Mu Chen and Jing Xiao Yue stood together as Emperor Yu, seated comfortably, gazed at Lin Feng. Her heart pounded with a rapid rhythm.

A full century had elapsed. Both Mu Chen and Jing Xiao Yue had ascended to greater heights, achieving the status of Saint Emperors. Emperor Yu, through relentless dedication, had reached the level of a low-level Saint. They were utterly astonished when Lin Feng revealed that his own power paled in comparison to certain individuals.

While everyone considered Lin Feng among the most formidable cultivators in their world, it appeared such might was not the pinnacle on the Continent of the Gods. The realm of cultivation truly held wonders beyond comprehension.

"Masters, consider this. Tomorrow morning, I intend to journey to the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit. It is possible we can reach the Continent of the Gods from that location. However, I implore you, keep this matter strictly confidential. Revealing it would undoubtedly throw the inhabitants of the Continent of the Nine Clouds into utter chaos, and you are well aware of their nature. Upon my departure, I shall leave a clone behind," Lin Feng conveyed to them.

Following this, he departed Tiantai and made his way to Champion University. There, he informed Ancestor Xuan Tian and Ancestor Shi Tian of his plans.

Subsequently, he visited the World Clan and appr aed their leader. Lang Ye had, by this time, advanced to the rank of a high-level Saint, making him eligible to venture to the Continent of the Gods.

After concluding his visit with the World Clan, Lin Feng proceeded to the Celestial Evolution Holy Clan to seek out that irascible old man, Yan Di.

Finally, he returned to his personal domain to inform Meng Qing, his sons, his younger brother, Xiao Ya, and his parents of his intentions.

"Brother, you cannot be serious?" Lin Wu Shang, though only a hundred years old and a low-level Saint, possessed the appearance of a middle-aged man. Lin Feng's words left him utterly dumbfounded.

A wave of excitement coursed through everyone upon learning of stronger cultivators existing elsewhere, and the prospect of their own potential for growth. New aspirations ignited within them!

"Father, will my teacher accompany you?" Zhe Tian inquired of Lin Feng.

"Indeed, Mister Time will also be making the journey," Lin Feng confirmed with a nod. Lin Zhe Tian, now the King of the Snow Clan, held the position of a peerless Saint and an unrivaled King, already firmly in control of the Snow Clan.

"Father, I shall go. I will accompany you wherever you decide to venture," Lin Qiong Sheng declared with a broad smile.

Lin Qiong Sheng had held the esteemed position of supreme emperor of the Dynasty in those times and had even sired a son, who now governed the Dynasty. Lin Qiong Sheng himself was now a high-level Saint. With Mister Time as their mentor, both of Lin Feng’s sons had achieved exceptional strength.

"Your father and I will invariably follow you," Yue Meng He stated, her smile filled with maternal tenderness as she gazed at Lin Feng. Regardless of his age, he would forever remain his parents' cherished child. They were brimming with pride for him.

"Yes, Feng, we are a family, and we shall remain united," Lin Hai added with a smile. Their greatest joy was being together. The thought of Lin Feng departing alone was inconceivable. Moreover, residing within Lin Feng’s world presented almost no discernible risk.

Consequently, every member of his family unanimously resolved to accompany him to the Continent of the Gods, thereby bidding farewell to the Continent of the Nine Clouds.

As evening descended, Lin Feng shared his sleeping quarters with all his wives. What a profound sense of contentment, was it not?

Meng Qing, Tang You You, Liu Fei, Duan Xin Ye, Qiu Yue Xin, Qing Feng, and the others... Ever since Lin Feng had ascended to divinity, his wives revered him even more intensely. At his current level of cultivation, maintaining multiple partners simultaneously was perfectly commonplace. It was, in essence, the only means to satisfy his needs.

The entire night passed in the blink of an eye, consumed by such delights.

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The subsequent day saw a significant gathering outside the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit. The eleven members of Tiantai, led by Hou Qing Lin, were present, along with Tian Chi, Ruo Xie, Mu Bei, and the others. Yun Fei Yang, Huang Fu Long, Xiao Ya, Jun Mo Xi, Lang Ye, and numerous other individuals from Lin Feng's extended circle had also assembled.

Approximately an hour later, Mister Time arrived, accompanied by the Godly Weapon Master and his three disciples.

Feng Mo also made an appearance with his daughter, Empress Xi. Empress Xi had since returned to her former self, abandoning her path of emotionless cultivation.

A multitude of powerful cultivators congregated at the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit, collectively reciting an incantation, a form of spoken magic.

As anticipated, following Xue Baguio's pronouncements, the entirety of the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit transformed into a swirling vortex of light. A colossal aperture materialized within the valley, shimmering with golden luminescence and radiating an intensely potent Qi of space and time.

"This is the gateway. Upon entry, you will be dispersed to various locations. Should fortune favor you, you may find yourselves together upon arrival."

"Remember this: if you wish to reunite as swiftly as possible once you arrive, seek out a place known as the Silver Sect. It is my Sect, and I shall await your arrival there."

Xue Baguio informed Lin Feng that his cultivation world could only accommodate three individuals, warning that exceeding this limit would cause it to collapse. Lin Feng, after a moment of contemplation, resolved to bring Liu Fei and his parents, deeming them the most vulnerable and thus in greater peril outside.

The group then prepared to traverse the passage.

Feng Mo and Empress Xi were the first to step into the passage, vanishing instantaneously.

Mister Time and the rest of their companions followed suit. Subsequently, Yun Fei Yang, Jun Mo Xi, Lin Qiong Sheng, Lin Zhe Tian, Lin Wu Shang, and others also entered.

“Let’s proceed as well,” Xue Baguio suggested to Lin Feng, who responded with a nod. Xue Baguio then leaped in and vanished.

Lin Feng held Meng Qing in his left hand and Tang You You in his right. His other consorts grasped the hands of Meng Qing and Tang You You. They maintained a firm grip, determined not to be separated upon arrival on the other side.

Finally, the eleven disciples from Tiantai also made their entry.

Lin Feng established a clone within the Holy Spirit Dynasty, tasked with safeguarding his sole grandson, Lin Tian Su, the son of Lin Qiong Sheng.

With Lin Feng's clone present, no one would dare to stir up trouble on the Continent of the Nine Clouds.

Unbeknownst to Lin Feng, Feng Mo and Mister Time had also stationed clones on the Continent of the Nine Clouds, both aiming to prevent the continent from descending into chaos once more.

Upon entering the passage leading to the Continent of the Gods, there was no sign of terrifying time vortexes or similar phenomena. The ambient energies were merely distinct, accompanied by a strong gust of wind.

“Grip my hands tightly!” Lin Feng exhorted, clasping the women's hands with considerable force.

They affirmed with nods and held on steadfastly.

At this juncture, the wind within the passage shifted, and an ethereal landscape began to materialize. However, the ferocity of the wind obscured any clear view.

“Ah!!”

Lin Feng's ears were assailed by a piercing cry. He snapped his eyes open, a sense of unease washing over him. He witnessed Duan Xin Ye being swept away by the powerful gale, her grip having slipped. Her destination remained uncertain.

Xue Baguio had previously assured them that the passage itself posed no inherent danger, merely directing individuals to disparate locations. Lin Feng harbored concerns for Duan Xin Ye, fervently hoping she would not encounter peril on the other side.

“Ah!!”

Another shout echoed. Lin Feng perceived the voices of Qing Feng and Qiu Yue Xin, their hands no longer clasped with Tang You You's. They too had vanished.

Helpless, Lin Feng could only watch. His sole recourse would be to locate them within the Continent of the Gods upon their arrival.

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Swiftly, the surrounding scenery transformed. Lin Feng, Tang You You, and Meng Qing found themselves in a village.

The settlement, nestled amidst verdant nature, bore more resemblance to a hamlet, comprising about a dozen households. Narrow, winding paths, as convoluted as sheep intestines, crisscrossed the area, upon which woodcutters and fishermen could be seen, their faces beaming with broad smiles.

These villagers were all cultivators at the Zun Qi layer. Xue Baguio had imparted that this was the lowest level of cultivation in the Continent of the Gods. Such a village was consequently considered exceedingly feeble.

The three cultivators exchanged surprised glances, drawing deep breaths. Reaching the Zun Qi layer had demanded considerable time for each of them. Had they arrived in earlier times, this locale could have presented a considerable threat.

Naturally, in stark contrast to Lin Feng's current cultivation prowess, these inhabitants were exceptionally weak.

Yet, had the denizens of this village been transported to any of the minor worlds within the Continent of the Nine Clouds, they would have been regarded as immensely powerful.

The disparity was truly astonishing!!

“Have we reached the Continent of the Gods? Is this land vaster than the Continent of the Nine Clouds?”

Tang You You's gaze swept across the horizon before returning to Lin Feng.

Meng Qing also surveyed their surroundings, her curiosity piqued. They were now in an entirely different world, a significant distance from the Continent of the Nine Clouds, a realm reputed to be far grander in scale.

“Indeed, we must have arrived in the Continent of the Gods,” Lin Feng affirmed, drawing the women nearer and offering a nod. Shortly thereafter, he observed a young man sprinting away. Lin Feng immediately gave chase, his hands still clasped with his wives'.

“Young friend, you must have journeyed from afar. Welcome to Gods Village.”