Peerless Martial God Chapter 2499 - Final Battles – Proclamation of a God

“Lin Feng, be good to your teacher,” the Diviner said, offering Lin Feng a gentle smile. Clearly, the Demon King was impersonating the Diviner.

What a horrifying cultivator! Lin Feng pondered. Demonic power seeped into his consciousness.

“Lin Feng!” A silhouette emerged within his thoughts.

Lin Feng was stunned. “General!” Liu Cang Lan now stood before him!

“Lin Feng!” Another figure materialized in front of Lin Feng, this one Yan Yu Ping Sheng.

“Teacher Yan Yu!” Lin Feng watched as numerous familiar faces appeared: Protector Kong, Protector Bei, and many more...

“Lin Feng.” The Fortune Shrine Leader materialized too. A wave of sorrow washed over Lin Feng.

“Illusion, it’s all an illusion.” Lin Feng struggled to regain control. Abruptly, a shout rang out, transforming all the figures into demons that lunged at him.

“Piss off!” Lin Feng bellowed fiercely. Yet, a horrifying force assaulted his soul and determination.

So powerful! A chill of fear gripped him. Outside, an engulfing power suddenly enveloped him, causing Lin Feng’s expression to harden.

The world, yin and yang, the five elements. I am a god! Lin Feng reflected. He clung to his true self, refusing the illusion’s sway. Gazing at the raging absorbing strength around him, he unleashed Ruler’s Godly Imprints and Destructive Demon Imprints, fusing them as one. Thunder roared, and the earth shuddered.

“Die!” Feng Mo roared in fury. The terrain teetered on collapse. Lin Feng lifted his gaze to see destructive energies surging, overflowing with devastation. Various Celestial Dao powers plummeted from above. Feng Mo, with his endless cultivation spanning lifetimes, unleashed flawless strikes. In that instant, his face twisted with murderous intent toward Lin Feng!

Feng Mo brimmed with pride, a genuinely unrivaled cultivator. He no longer feigned friendliness as when Lin Feng was feeble. He had anticipated this clash, the pivotal fight for godhood!

“Time!” Lin Feng shouted.

“Time!” Feng Mo echoed simultaneously. Their temporal powers smashed together.

Lin Feng surged ahead, unleashing ferocious Qi. He roared wildly and vanished in a flash.

“Seal!” Feng Mo snarled icily. His sealing force could bind Heaven and Earth. But Lin Feng gripped his God’s Sword, forged with Feng Mo’s aid.

“You dare wield the sword I crafted against my seals!?” Feng Mo sneered coldly.

Immense godly power infused the blade, morphing it into an assassin’s edge that shattered the seal. Lin Feng materialized before Feng Mo, bellowing as millions of demons invaded Feng Mo’s form, laced with cursing power. Mo Zheng had mastered those forces for him.

Feng Mo’s frame endured brutal assault. Yet, he emitted Buddhist lights that cleansed the demonic energies.

Lin Feng deployed godly and destructive imprints, slamming his fist toward his foe. Spectators beheld a torrent of chaotic energies trailing his punch, poised to annihilate all in explosive acceleration.

Feng Mo fixed his gaze on Lin Feng. No surprise it was dubbed the Forbidden Body—such overwhelming might was outlawed! Utterly unfair!

“Absolute Ancient Destruction!” Feng Mo intoned coldly. Master of time strength, he wielded myriad ancient assaults. His body swelled into a colossal mountain, blood surging as rivers, eyes blazing like stars.

He hurled his fist at Lin Feng. In that moment, he resembled a divine entity.

BOOM!

Vast craters scarred the area near Feng Mo. Some onlookers caught in the stray energies burst apart, perishing on the spot.

The Demon King reverted to Saintly Emperor Xi the Demon. He embodied the Demon King, an eternal legendary fiend.

“I am the sovereign of this realm!” Saintly Emperor Xi the Demon declared coldly. His energies lashed out toward Lin Feng and Feng Mo.

“I am the god by fate!” the Diviner proclaimed, unleashing destiny strength at Lin Feng and Feng Mo. That deadly destiny was nearly impossible to resist!

“Nothing will alter it, I am fated to ascend as god, as Ruler!” Lin Feng countered. He spun toward the Diviner, channeling time strength to accelerate further. His fist rocketed out, clashing with the assault.

Yet more power converged on the Diviner. He frantically defended amid the onslaught.

“Even as Demon King, I defy the world’s laws!” Chu Chun Qiu’s visage suddenly surfaced. He fought fiercely against the Demon King’s dominion!

“Die!” Lin Feng unleashed near-indestructible godly imprints. Thunderous collisions ensued, hurling the Demon King’s body back amid agonized groans.

The Diviner’s face reemerged. “Chu Chun Qiu, you seek mutual destruction?” He never imagined Chu Chun Qiu’s will so formidable, still rebelling against fate. Even absorbed by the Demon King, Chu Chun Qiu resisted!

“I refuse nature’s laws! If needed, death holds no fear!” Chu Chun Qiu’s countenance returned. Surging Qi enveloped him.

Lin Feng refocused on Feng Mo. “Let’s keep battling!”

“Chu Chun Qiu, piss off!” Saintly Emperor Xi the Demon bellowed, reclaiming bodily control.

Yet Lin Feng and Feng Mo disregarded him, pressing their duel.

“Lin Feng, your power has soared incredibly. Still, defeat won’t come to me! This final stride is mine! Today, godhood is my claim!” Feng Mo stated gravely. His form expanded massively into a titan. With a shake, godly marks encircled him, hurtling at Lin Feng. Abruptly, Feng Mo’s demonic force bound Lin Feng tight!

“Die!” Feng Mo commanded. He unleashed his utmost, more energies exploding forth. Long ago, he witnessed gods clash. Now, a vacancy existed—he seized it!

Lin Feng hovered skyward, akin to an unmatched demon god, stately and awe-inspiring. Bearing the Forbidden Body, he ruled his realm as god—who rivaled him for ascension?

He gathered his might and roared. Soundwaves quaked the void. Godly and destructive powers formed Ruler’s and Demon imprints infused with diverse strengths. He obliterated Feng Mo’s onslaught, their clash warping the surrounding space.

Lin Feng reeled backward, yet radiated savage ferocity.

Feng Mo eyed Lin Feng icily. He refused to accept defeat from one like Lin Feng, despite his vast cultivation eons.

“Transformation of the Three Lives into the Ten Thousand Things of Creation!” Feng Mo growled coldly. His clones materialized, stunning the assembly.

“That’s Dharmadeva the supreme cultivator!”

“He’s the supreme cultivator of Nature!”

“...”

Ancient spectators reeled in shock at certain figures. All were the Three Lives Emperor—Feng Mo’s incarnations?! How many clones had risen to peerless Saint rank!!?

Lin Feng drew a deep breath. He blurred like wind into an illusion, summoning multitudes around him—his own clones. They fused back into his core.

The onlookers gaped anew. How many clones had Lin Feng forged over recent centuries?!

“Final strike! Failure means I lack godhood’s worth,” Feng Mo declared solemnly.

Lin Feng nodded. “If I fall, then I, the Forbidden Person, prove unworthy of god or Ruler title,” he replied steadily. His mind sharpened, pure and authentic.

Feng Mo’s clones charged. The atmosphere wailed as their powers escalated.

“Die!” Feng Mo thundered. His clones streaked at lightspeed, time strength boosting them. An unprecedented cataclysmic barrage erupted.

Lin Feng shut his eyes, channeling world strength within.

Assaults hammered him relentlessly. He felt the world’s weight crushing him gradually, fragment by fragment. Still, he endured, forging forbidden ruler’s strength.

“Die!” Feng Mo targeted Lin Feng’s skull. Lin Feng merely observed. All seemed frozen around him.

“Nothing will alter it, I am fated as the god, the Ruler!” Lin Feng roared. His forbidden ruler’s strength slashed outward. Space and time shredded. Clones detonated sequentially.

Lin Feng lunged at Feng Mo, fist smashing forth. Thunder boomed, flinging Feng Mo away...

—

Lin Feng coughed, blood rising.

Feng Mo and clones reunified. He lifted his head, accepting defeat. No godhood for him?

“No matter. Henceforth, a free and easy existence awaits,” Feng Mo smiled, yielding.

Suddenly, radiant lights cascaded from heavens, bathing him. Feng Mo stared in awe as divine glows enveloped him. He extended a hand, commanding space effortlessly.

“Shen Layer!” Feng Mo laughed heartily, gazing skyward. “I get it now, obsession blinded me!...”

“Feng Mo ascended to godhood!” The crowd reeled. Lin Feng vanquished him, yet Feng Mo became a god!

Then, the Demon King stirred, unleashing fresh terrifying might.

“Who dares usurp my command!” an archaic voice demanded. Chu Chun Qiu, Diviner, and Saintly Emperor Xi’s faces faded.

“At last, I revive!” The Diviner and Saintly Emperor Xi the Demon grinned. A twist of fate erred, but ultimately, the Demon King resurrected!

His visage shifted repeatedly before settling. Mara-Deva, the Diviner’s likeness—not Chu Chun Qiu’s, nor Saintly Emperor Xi the Demon’s. Yet traces lingered.

“I’m a god!” the Demon King proclaimed, eyeing the firmament. Divine lights wreathed him too. He turned to Lin Feng. “Lin Feng, I never foresaw godhood without fusing you. Prophecy held: Forbidden Body heralds gods! Pity you didn’t join them!

“Truthfully, I’d take you as disciple, but death claims you,” the Demon King stated calmly to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng’s face darkened. Despair surged. Was this truly the finale? Why?!

“It ends here,” Mara-Deva said, descending before Lin Feng. His palm struck out. Lin Feng poured all strength into defense, futilely; the hand pierced through. Powerless against a god...

“You...” Feng Mo gaped. The Demon King glanced at him. “Freshly ascended, you challenge me?”

Feng Mo fell silent. Gods weren’t invincible.

“Dad!”

“Lin Feng!”

Below, the old ox, Zhe Tian, Hou Qing Lin shouted—what madness? Impossible!

“Piss off!” Lin Feng raged, erupting terrifying strength, eyes closing. Hopelessness consumed him.

—

His inner world quaked, fracturing. So frail?

“Lin Feng!” Godly awareness swept his world. Panic, grief, terror gripped its denizens; parents, loved emperors sensed his impending doom.

“Lin Feng!” Meng Qing wept desperately. Forcing a smile, “Your death takes me too.”

“Me too!” You You declared, head high.

Lin Feng beheld cherished ones: Qiu Yue Xin, Duan Xin Ye, Mister Huo, Mister Chi—all despairing.

“I see,” a celestial voice intoned. Meng Qing and others froze. Lin Feng materialized overhead, smiling. “No wonder my world faltered. It lacked something. A true world thrives on emotions.”

Emotions fueled life’s essence, vital to existence. Without feelings, no true people. His world had none.

His world convulsed, transforming. Once deemed flawless, now perfected.

Tremors subsided gradually...

—

Outside, the Demon King gawked at Lin Feng. “Facing death with a smile! Lin Feng, reincarnate as my disciple next life. Gratitude for this one!”

But Lin Feng grinned. “Godhood means little. Ruler status equals god or spiritual being. All alike.”

Lin Feng slashed at the Demon King’s arm, severing it instantly. Blood sprayed.

The Demon King reeled. Impossible!

Feng Mo stared, awed. “Forbidden Body dawns, ushering gods’ twilight! Legends rang true.”

Lin Feng regarded the Demon King coldly. “Depart eternally.”

Then, his fist pulverized the Demon King.

It brimmed with myriad strengths. The Demon King’s form detonated... and dissolved. The newborn god crumbled in one blow!

Time halted in that instant.

“Lin Feng, congratulations!” Long moments later, Feng Mo smiled, offering felicitations. Joy filled him.

“Address him as Master,” a skyborne voice advised. More figures arrived. Lin Feng knew one.

“Mister Time!” Lin Feng beamed.

Feng Mo nodded. “Noted. Master it is.”

“Brother Feng Mo, Brother Lin Feng suffices,” Lin Feng smiled. In cultivation realms, strength trumped age. Brothers now, equals in power.

“Hahaha, two new comrades at last! Lin Feng, forgot to mention—my Forbidden Body too!” Mister Time revealed.

Lin Feng blinked. “Mister Time, Time Shrine leader?”

“Sort of. Time Shrine’s might exceeds this world’s need. Thrives in Ganges Time. Lin Feng, meet God of Light, Cursing God. Bored, they joined. Feng Mo as Demon-Sealer God, your title?” Mister Time grinned.

“No duplicates, so... Ruler God?”

“Peerless?” Mister Time suggested, chuckling. Laughter rippled.

“Mere name, irrelevant,” Lin Feng concurred. Unconcerned.

“True! Lin Feng, I depart—avoid alarming folks. Zhe Tian, Qiong Sheng, join me?”

“No, teacher,” Zhe Tian refused, smiling.

“Fine, fine. Little Ye, with me. Feng Mo godded, your turn?” Mister Time eyed Godly Weapon Master.

He appeared youthful, scratching head sheepishly. Continent of the Nine Clouds folk marveled. Indeed, Godly Weapon Master looked young...

“Brother Feng Mo, free Kong Ming,” Lin Feng requested evenly.

“Agreed,” Feng Mo complied, liberating Kong Ming, who regarded him serenely.

“Solitary cultivation a lifetime. Lin Feng bid your release—return to Buddha Shrine.”

“Very well,” Kong Ming assented. Nodding thanks to Lin Feng, he departed unhurriedly.

“Lin Feng, my daughter lingers in Sealed Imprint Mountain—when retrieve her?” Feng Mo inquired.

Lin Feng smiled awkwardly. “Brother Feng Mo, duties call. Farewell.”

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