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

Beyond the boundaries of the Red Moon Forest, desolation and barrenness stretched endlessly, but the Heavenly Hall stood eternally grand and imposing.

Right now, though, the vast chamber lay utterly deserted.

Many elders had rushed over to deliver urgent reports, but not a single one could locate the Island Master. As they whispered about the breaking of countless Soul Jades, the group wandered restlessly outside the hall's entrance, behaving like they stood on the brink of total doom.

The formerly dignified and revered haven had plunged into utter turmoil in an instant.

Still, deep inside an unknown peach blossom grove, serenity prevailed unchanged.

Seated in lotus position, Island Master Luo Tianbei gently turned the beads of an old, unadorned jade rosary. Streaks of silver threaded his hair, signs of passing years. He stayed still for what seemed like ages, oblivious to the turmoil unfolding across Wind Snow Island.

All at once.

The worn string of the beads broke apart. The smooth jade orbs tumbled across the earth, invaluable relics tumbling into the dirt as a dire portent!

At last, Luo Tianbei lifted his eyelids gradually.

"This must be Heaven's decree, then."

While uttering these words, the mighty overlord of Wind Snow Island showed clear signs of further aging. Fresh lines creased his features, but oddly, his face eased into greater calm.

Gazing upon his treasured old beads now strewn about the ground, he didn't bother picking them up, like someone who had pierced the illusions of worldly desires.

Not until a sharp noise cut through the silence.

"Whoosh!"

That's when Luo Tianbei glanced upward.

Before him, a person astride a snail stepped out from the wavering distortions in the atmosphere. The arrival gave off zero aura of power, looking entirely like an everyday human.

He watched the stranger for several moments, betraying no shock. Instead, he addressed him in a steady, casual manner, as though this arrival was no surprise at all.

"You've arrived, just as I thought you would."

Yi Feng halted at the sound, then leaped off Man Man's shell and approached with firm steps.

Halting roughly ten paces away from the man, he at last voiced his words.

"So, you're the Island Master?"

"It looks like you're fully aware of all that's transpired and ready to embrace your end."

His goal had been to settle every issue definitively, avenging Brother Guo. Yet, he hadn't foreseen the leader already surrendering to his doom; that caught him off guard a bit.

The moment his statement ended, Luo Tianbei inclined his head serenely.

"Of course that's the case."

"I've overseen Wind Snow Island for over ten thousand years, after all. I'm no fool or invalid; such an intense clash in the Red Moon Forest couldn't possibly slip past my senses."

During his explanation, a flicker of reluctance surfaced in Luo Tianbei's gaze.

"Your Excellency."

"Your strength surpasses anything we can fathom. Falling to you leaves this elder without grievance. Truly, Guo Jiannan's luck shines in knowing you. Victors claim the throne, while the defeated turn to outlaws—that's the natural order."

"Yet, as death approaches, might Your Excellency reveal the reality: just who are you, really? Spare me the notion of you being some simple Mortal Star cultivator; no point in that tale again."

"I've conceded and accept whatever follows. All I seek is to learn by whose might I've truly been bested."

At these words, Yi Feng couldn't help admiring the man more deeply.

The Island Master proved himself a man of true caliber.

Even bested, he confronted it with poise. He held the ability to release as readily as he seized, embodying the spirit of a great warrior. Just this demeanor elevated him leagues above the worthless foes Yi Feng had faced earlier.

However, the last query left Yi Feng momentarily stumped.

*Who am I?*

This question stirred a wave of uncertainty within him.

Back in Pingjiang City, he'd run a martial arts school and guided disciples. Though merely a plain mortal, his days flowed freely and purely.

Daily simple foods and plain tea had filled him with joy and ease.

Eventually, with the System's activation, Yi Feng entered the realm of cultivation. But it drove him to dash about endlessly, chasing his bold scheme of courting death, while his view of reality shattered and reformed over and again.

A mortal?

A regular cultivator?

A Mortal Star cultivator?

All those former roles felt like passing labels, failing to capture his full essence.

Thoughts raced through his head, and suddenly Yi Feng's thoughts emptied out.

He lifted his gaze skyward.

Across the boundless heavens, clouds flowed like woven silk. They gleamed vibrant and striking, but their splendor faded swiftly. Solely the fierce sun blazed overhead, bathing the entire realm in light.

In a world so immense and awe-inspiring, what significance did one individual hold?

No matter the role, everyone amounted to little more than a speck.

Emotion flickered in Yi Feng's eyes, and he murmured the feelings stirring inside him.

"I don't know who I am, either."

Dressed in robes whiter than fresh snow, he stared at the heavens.

His gaze held depths like a starry ocean, and his utterance rang with boundless depth.

Luo Tianbei froze for an instant.

He traced Yi Feng's sight to the skies, remaining rigid in wonder for quite some time. As if enlightenment had dawned at last; he nodded gradually, his eyes brimming with peace and liberation.

"I see now..."

"Losing to Your Excellency this lifetime leaves me without sorrow."

After these poignant phrases, Luo Tianbei gently shut his eyes.

In mere moments, the Island Master withered at an alarming pace. His visage shriveled plainly to the eye, and he departed in meditative repose, face serene...