Peerless Martial God Chapter 2500 (END) - The End

Chapter 2500: The End

Edited by RED

In merely one night, the Continent of the Nine Clouds regained its peace.

The Supreme Shrine lay in ruins. The Empty Space Shrine had vanished forever, never to rise again. The Demon Shrine was torn apart. The Roc Clan of the Supreme Animal World lacked the courage to return.

The Life Shrine burst back into vitality. The Divine Wrath Shrine flourished greatly.

At the former site of the Fortune Shrine, a renewed Fortune Shrine emerged, along with a pathway leading to Lin Feng’s world. Both served as the Fortune Shrine. Cultivators from within could travel freely, while outsiders required permission.

—

Upon a mountain peak in the Fortune Shrine stood a Destiny Gate. A crowd of formidable cultivators gathered there—peerless Saints! They hailed from the Earth Shrine, Celestial Sound Shrine, the remnants of the Empty Space Shrine, Fire Shrine, and Ice and Snow Shrine. Trembling in fear, they arrived to offer apologies.

A Fortune Shrine member approached them. “You may all return. The Ruler has decreed it. The Celestial Sound Shrine and Earth Shrine were compelled to submit to Icefire in the past. He holds no grudge. Devote yourselves to strengthening your Shrines.”

“Many thanks!” replied the two leaders, their faces flooding with relief. Still, even with this assurance of Lin Feng’s forgiveness, unease lingered since he hadn’t spoken to them personally.

“The rest of you, depart. The Ruler lacks time for you,” the person instructed, gesturing dismissively. They withdrew, yet anxiety gnawed at them. Lin Feng might seek retribution later. One certainty remained: they would never challenge the Fortune Shrine again!

—

On another day, a group arrived at the Fortune Shrine’s entrance and lingered outside. An elderly woman led them, accompanied by many others. Politely, she addressed the guards. “Guards, we wish to meet Zhe Tian and share some news.”

“Your name?” the guards responded coolly. Daily visitors tested their patience; entry wasn’t granted lightly.

“We belong to the Snow Clan. I’m kin to Zhe Tian and his mother,” the old woman explained.

“Oh, you once dared scorn the Ruler. Leave now. Master Zhe Tian won’t see you,” one guard snapped, shooing her away. Lin Feng’s whereabouts remained unknown lately. The Snow Clan’s attempt seemed laughable and absurd.

“My friend, a stunning woman with a king-type body has emerged in the Snow Clan. Exceptionally gifted, we hope to present her to Zhe Tian,” the old woman said with a smile. She flicked her frail arm, revealing a woman behind her.

“She’s An Ran. Will you assist us?” the old woman pleaded. The guards exchanged glances. The woman was attractive, but would Master Zhe Tian take interest?

“I’ll mention her to Master Zhe Tian. You return home,” one guard conceded.

“Very well, very well,” the old woman agreed swiftly. She bid An Ran farewell and departed. Discomfort lingered, but hope flickered that Zhe Tian might have pardoned them.

——

Lin Feng wasn’t in his world; he had materialized in the Holy City. Gazing at the restored Tiantai, majestic and imposing, he noted its ongoing disciple recruitment. Smiles abounded. Tiantai thrived anew, untouchable under his protection.

Before Tiantai’s gates, Yun Qing Yan and Huang Fu Long chatted with the queue inquiring about recruitment, all eager to join. “Relax, we’ll handle it one by one, but only top talents enter Tiantai. Hehe!”

“Master Huang Fu Long, any idea where Ruler Lin Feng is?” someone inquired then.

“Naturally. Know who I am? Lin Feng’s fellow disciple—we journeyed as one. Back at Tian Chi, I even bested him,” Huang Fu Long boasted, roaring with laughter. Lin Feng stood speechless.

“That guy’s shameless,” remarked Ruo Xie beside Lin Feng.

“Lin Feng, planning a return to Champion University?” Ancestor Shi Tian asked courteously.

“No return to Champion University. Take this as my thanks. It holds weapons, skills, and techniques,” Lin Feng replied, handing over a ring to Ancestor Shi Tian.

Ancestor Shi Tian’s eyes widened in surprise. Other ancestors gazed enviously. Naturally, he’d pick first!

“Teachers, truly staying away from my world?” Lin Feng pressed Mu Chen and Emperor Yu.

“No need. We once dreamed of founding Tiantai in the Holy City. Now achieved, it suffices. Once Tiantai grows mighty, I’ll roam the vast world and visit yours,” Mu Chen grinned. He’d never imagined his disciple ascending to godhood!

“Fine, I’ll linger a few more days with you,” Lin Feng smiled. Tiantai now dominated the Holy City. Disciples from the Continent of the Nine Clouds would flock here!

—–

Sword Mountain...

Seated cross-legged, Emperor Wu Tian Jian abruptly opened his eyes, sharp as blades.

“Who goes there?” Emperor Wu Tian Jian demanded fiercely.

“Master Wu Tian, hope you’ve fared well since last we met,” Lin Feng replied, descending from above.

Emperor Wu Tian Jian grinned. “Lin Feng, you’ve returned!”

“You look well,” Lin Feng observed. “A Saint now—I’m at ease!”

“Haha, you’ve surged far beyond. Your cultivation eludes me. Sit,” Emperor Wu Tian Jian invited warmly. Lin Feng settled beside Wu Tian.

“That time, pressures mounted. Mighty factions swarmed here. Troubles with the Everlasting Great Emperor’s Palace forced my growth,” Wu Tian chuckled.

“Everlasting Great Emperor’s Palace.” Lin Feng’s surprise turned to a cunning smile. “Resolved it, then?”

“Indeed, handled,” Wu Tian replied with a grim smile. “Your cultivation now?”

“Me?” Lin Feng smirked. “Let’s stroll outside.”

Winds howled fiercely; Wu Tian felt dazed, as if fainting. Abruptly, they hovered over a city hosting a competition below.

“Gold Fire Tower, Gold Fire City—weapon forging contest.” Wu Tian reeled. Staring at Lin Feng, it felt dreamlike.

“You, you...” Wu Tian stammered, baffled by such speed over vast distance.

“Master, as a Saint, progress will challenge you. Visit the Imperial Court of the Continent of the Nine Clouds when able.”

“Where to find you?” Wu Tian asked.

“Fortune City—ask for Lin Feng,” Lin Feng grinned. Wu Tian nodded. Lin Feng was at minimum a Saint...

“See, Saint Emperor Duan Mu and Mu Lin Xue. Back for the event.”

Lin Feng spotted familiar figures: Mu Lin Xue, Duan Mu, Qing Ying.

“Mu Lin Xue wed a prodigy. Her spouse is a Celestial Emperor now. He pursued her five centuries before she yielded. Duan Mu mentioned she awaited someone, endlessly,” Wu Tian shared.

Lin Feng merely smiled.

Then, Duan Mu sensed scrutiny. Lifting his gaze, he spied Lin Feng. His pulse raced.

“They’ve noticed us—let’s descend.” Wu Tian and Lin Feng dropped from the skies.

Simultaneously, Duan Mu soared up, bowing deeply. “Duan Mu greets the Ruler.”

“Ruler?” Wu Tian gaped. What realm had Lin Feng attained?

“Master Duan Mu, no need for formality,” Lin Feng smiled.

“Ruler, not Master!” Duan Mu protested, sweating profusely. Lin Feng was a god!

“Fine, Brother Duan Mu,” Lin Feng yielded helplessly.

Mu Lin Xue then flew over, confronting Lin Feng. Tears welled as she beheld the man who’d forged with her long ago. So heartless, abandoning her.

“You bastard, bastard!” Mu Lin Xue hurled at Lin Feng.

“Lin Xue, mind your manners!” Duan Mu scolded.

Lin Feng wryly smiled. “Brother Duan Mu, it’s fine.”

He grinned at Mu Lin Xue. “You’re well—I’m relieved.”

She stared silently. Knowing he couldn’t tarry, Lin Feng added, “Brother Duan Mu, visit the Imperial Court when free. Lin Xue, best wishes.”

Wu Tian and Lin Feng vanished. Mu Lin Xue sobbed. Her husband approached, sighing. He knew her heart belonged eternally to Lin Feng.

——

Lin Feng reached Yao Ye Island. His godly awareness swept the region, spotting Hu Yue and Shen Yu together now.

Joy surged within him. A ring plummeted from the heavens, landing before them, startling both. Hu Yue seized it. “Who’s ring?”

Silence followed. Probing it with godly awareness, she trembled. Soaring up, she raged, “Lin Feng, you brat! Appear!”

“Master Shen Yu, Sister Hu Yue, visit the Imperial Court of the Continent of the Nine Clouds when possible. Mister Xiao awaits too!” Lin Feng’s voice echoed, though he stayed hidden.

Hu Yue and Shen Yu peered afar. Shen Yu smiled faintly. “The boy didn’t descend.”

“I’ll make him answer!” Hu Yue vowed.

——

Next, Lin Feng arrived at Qing Di Mountain. Once home to nine celestial castles, now Tiantai’s domain.

Tiantai boomed. His godly awareness scanned, soon spotting known faces, startling him.

“She joined Tiantai.” Lin Feng’s heart stirred.

Huo Shi Yun. Departing Dragon Mountain to seek him, she’d reached Tian Chi, then pursued Tiantai rumors.

A millennium passed; longing endured. Her lustrous hair framed her as she gazed from the window, murmuring, “Tiantai exists there too. Is he there?”

Smiling through tears, a thousand years of solitude gripped her. Relentless cultivation preserved her youth, beauty for him—yet his location eluded her.

A sigh sounded. Whirling, she found him. Stunned, tears cascaded.

“A thousand years—you’re foolish.” Lin Feng embraced her. Huo Shi Yun quivered in unprecedented bliss. A millennium’s agony dissolved; sobs wracked her.

In the skies, Lin Feng watched smiling, then drifted away slowly.

—–

In a desert ancient tribe, Mu Yun remained, eternally youthful. An emperor revered as holy woman and healer, adored by all. Suitors abounded, yet she chose solitude, never departing.

Finishing treatments, she rested by a tree, lost in reminiscence.

Someone placed a chair beside her and sat. Turning, she beheld him.

Never again would she part from him.

A thousand years in the tribe, unmoving. That day, she left with the youth. No resentment; wishes for her joy.

——

Lin Feng entered the small world. Jiange commanded Ba Huang. Yet the Celestial Place of the Alchemists housed a peerless celestial alchemist none dared provoke—not even Jiange. Rumors pegged her a great emperor, perhaps beyond.

In Tianjing, former Tiantai site, Lin Feng lingered in memories.

He visited Tian Chi, reuniting joyfully with teachers: snow Zun cultivator, fire Zun cultivator, Jian Feng Zi beside Tian Chi Xue.

Lin Feng claimed You You’s family from Dragon Mountain.

He revisited Xue Yue’s ruins, Duan Ren Border, Duan Ren City.

At Yun Hai Sect, thoughts turned to Protector Kong, Protector Bei, Nan Gong Ling.

Finally, Yangzhou City.

——

In Jiu You’s snowy expanse, a humble hut stood. A ravishing woman reclined outside, gazing skyward serenely. Forsaking Ice and Snow Goddess aspirations and celestial life, she’d isolated here a millennium.

That day, a youth tread snow, leaving prints. Reaching the hut, he lay beside her. Calm enveloped them.

Slowly, she turned, eyes meeting his. Tears spilled, melting snow.

——

Visitors arrived at Fortune City. One clutched a gourd, seeking Lin Feng.

Companions included a youth and woman with their ten-year-old daughter.

“Who are you? State your purpose,” guards demanded.

“Lin Feng’s brother. Summon him,” the youth declared, gulping from the gourd.

“Courting death!” A guard unleashed potent Qi—a low-level Saint!

The youth retreated irritably. “Truly Lin Feng’s friend. Announce Yun Fei Yang!”

The girl piped, “Liar! Father’s Lin Feng’s brother—Lin Feng’s my uncle!”

“Eh...” The youth’s eyes gleamed. Tracking Lin Feng proved arduous; reunion beckoned!

“Imposters abound. Begone,” the guard icily ordered.

“I’ll notify brother myself,” Lin Wu Shang grinned wryly, producing a jade talisman the guard disregarded.

——

Xue Yue palace hosted a grand banquet. Laughter and chatter filled the air.

A vast assembly: Lin Feng, Lin Hai, Yue Meng He, Lin Wu Shang, Yin Yue, Meng He, Tang You You, Liu Fei, Duan Xin Ye, Qiu Yue Xin, Mu Chen, Emperor Yu, Hou Qing Lin, Ruo Xie, Tian Chi, Jun Mo Xi, Lang Ye, Yun Fei Yang, Huang Fu Long, Xiao Wu Tian, Xiao Wu Tian—reunited in revelry!

Lin Feng reminisced: Protector Kong, Yan Yu Ping Sheng, Fortune Shrine Leader. Could he one day reverse time...?

To be continued...

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Editor’s Final Note: Thank you all for reading this translation of Peerless Martial God. We’ll be back to you soon with the next arc of the story! I’ve only been the editor for about 600 chapters, but it’s been quite a ride watching this character rise over time. It’s been a lot of work turning what could be a very repetitious novel into something more fun to read, but I hope you’ve enjoyed the story and will come back for the next one!

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