# Chapter 1410: Red Sun
Heavenly Dragon Emperor's face darkened, his fists emitting cracking sounds, the void around him seeming to ripple, showing just how furious he was at this moment.
Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress, the Nine Heavenly Dragon Princes, nine great powerhouses, were his pride. He had painstakingly nurtured them over the years, making them the future pillars of Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress. Yet, since the Assembly of Emperors began, Lin Feng had already killed three of them—three princes, three of his sons, slain by Lin Feng alone.
Now, of the nine princes of Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress, only six remained. Meanwhile, Heavenly Terrace, with its twelve personal disciples, each one a monstrous prodigy, was in no way inferior to his nine princes—in fact, they surpassed them. And since Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress and Heavenly Terrace were mortal enemies, a death battle was inevitable sooner or later. If they did not destroy Heavenly Terrace, then Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress would be the one annihilated. Between the two sides, one Martial Emperor force was destined to be erased from the Eight Wastelands Realm.
After Heavenly Terrace, it was originally the Qi family's turn. But every time it came to the Qi family, their members' hearts would twitch secretly, as if a thorn were piercing their hearts. These battles had nothing to do with them anymore.
Qi Emperor's gaze fixed on Lin Feng of Heavenly Terrace, his eyes cold. He thought to himself, "Let you be arrogant a little longer. Next round, I'll make sure you die!"
Lin Feng naturally had no idea what Qi Emperor was thinking. The rounds of battles continued one after another. Lin Feng carefully observed the fights on the Heavenly Passage Battle Platform. As the strength of those clashing gradually increased, it became more worth watching. Especially the collisions between some powerful Venerable Lords—they were terrifying. Their use of Essence power was astonishing, and when they struck, it seemed as if they would destroy heaven and earth, just like the great battle between Hou Qinglin and Qi Qianxing. It felt as if even the battle platform would be destroyed.
"If I encounter a powerhouse of this level, I'll still die," Lin Feng thought with a shudder. If he faced someone at the Eighth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm who controlled Ninth-Level Essence, he would be unable to win. That kind of power was too terrifying—it destroyed everything. Right now, with his fused Essence divine abilities and various trump cards, he could barely contend with Eighth-Level Essence power. But if the opponent's cultivation realm itself had reached the Eighth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm, that would be extremely dangerous. Especially since these Venerable Lords from Martial Emperor forces had undergone countless temperings to reach their current level.
Moreover, there were some formidable Venerable Lords who could instantly use Sacred Mark divine abilities, fusing Essence into them—also terrifying, with devastating offensive power. Beyond that, some powerhouses' control over Heaven and Earth Momentum had reached an astonishing level, just like the shadow Lin Feng encountered in the illusion on the Ninth Heaven of Heavenly Terrace. By channeling Heaven and Earth Momentum into their attacks, the power could increase fivefold, tenfold, or even more.
Lin Feng also noticed that control over Heaven and Earth Momentum seemed to have some relationship with cultivation realm. The higher one's realm, the more terrifying their control, allowing them to integrate it into their divine ability attacks. Of course, this wasn't absolute—there were always some monstrous prodigies who were different. Yun Feiyang, for instance, seemed to have a unique talent for using Heaven and Earth Momentum, even back when his realm was not high at all.
After another ten rounds, it was Lin Feng's turn again. The people of Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress felt their hearts twitch once more. Without exception, when Lin Feng stepped onto the battle platform, he pointed his finger at the Nine Heavenly Dragon Princes and shouted, "Come here and die!"
"Thump!" Heavenly Dragon Emperor's heart trembled slightly, his hands shaking uncontrollably for an instant. He knew very well that the moment Lin Feng stepped onto the battle platform, it meant another of his sons would die in battle. What was even more agonizing was that, knowing it was a dead end, the Nine Heavenly Dragon Princes still had to grit their teeth and step onto the battle platform, as if to confirm Lin Feng's words—come here and die.
No miracle occurred. The Eighth Heavenly Dragon Prince could not withstand the repeated attacks of the Demon Curse Death Curse and the Undying Sword, and was cleaved to death. The Ninth Heavenly Dragon Prince was the same—in just a short moment, he died on the battle platform.
After Lin Feng killed the Ninth Heavenly Dragon Prince, he returned to the main peak of Heavenly Terrace and sat cross-legged. Because Heavenly Terrace had few members, he was able to fight three rounds, but this was his last chance to battle. He had eliminated the Qi family and reduced Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress to just a handful of people. Regardless, the results of this third round were already sufficient.
As expected, Lin Feng did not get a fourth round. This round finally came to an end. Among the twenty-two Martial Emperor forces, each had fewer than twenty members remaining. Heavenly Terrace still had eleven people left, but these eleven were not considered few among the twenty-two forces. Many forces had been reduced to single digits.
After all, with a total of two hundred people remaining, excluding the Qi family, there were still twenty-one Martial Emperor forces. On average, each force had no more than ten people. Eleven was naturally not few. Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress had seven left, the Sikong family had eight, and the Wen family had nine—all very tragic.
But everyone understood that after all this elimination, the remaining two hundred people were all extremely formidable figures.
Gazing into the distance at Qi Tian Peak, they saw Qi Emperor's eyes open, a sharp, cold gleam flashing through them.
Yu Emperor's expression tightened slightly, and he said in a low voice, "The rules Qi Emperor sets for the next round may be unfavorable to us. Heavenly Dragon Emperor's words were evasive—perhaps he has already communicated with Qi Emperor."
Mu Chen glanced at his fellow disciples beside him and said calmly, "If they still divide by Venerable Lord and non-Venerable Lord levels, we won't fear anyone. If he wants to use the rules to target Heavenly Terrace, then he will definitely cancel the division between Venerable Lords and non-Venerable Lords. After all, we only have Qinglin left as a Venerable Lord."
"Qi Emperor will definitely cancel it," Yu Emperor said flatly. Lin Feng and the others' eyes turned cold. If Qi Emperor wanted to target Heavenly Terrace, he would indeed cancel the boundary between Venerable Lords and non-Venerable Lords.
"Everyone, to ensure fairness, I will first give you an hour to rest, and then we will discuss the rules for the fourth round," Qi Emperor's voice rolled down from Qi Tian Peak. The crowd naturally had no objections. It was now dawn, and a ray of light was gradually appearing in the east. These powerhouses had fought from day to night and from night to day, but their vision was not hindered by the darkness.
Qi Emperor letting everyone rest for an hour—no one would object. The powerhouses sat cross-legged to rest, some silently recovering from injuries sustained in battle.
Lin Feng walked to a corner and sat down. Meng Qing and Qiu Yuexin quietly stayed by his side, very peaceful, neither speaking, just enjoying this tranquility. Lin Feng also savored it deeply. During the time he was away, everyone else thought he was dead. Qiu Yuexin must have gone through a period of madness. Fortunately, Meng Qing knew the truth and had even gotten along harmoniously with Qiu Yuexin, like sisters. This filled Lin Feng's heart with genuine comfort. To have such wives was his blessing. He cherished this relationship even more. Only he himself knew how difficult it had been to reach this point with Meng Qing, and how many hardships they had endured.
Meng Qing transformed into a white fox, and he fell into demonhood—it all seemed vivid before his eyes. That song of the white fox, like a love spanning a thousand years, from a past life to this life, she was still his white fox.
Holding both their heads, Lin Feng let his cheeks touch theirs, feeling this rare peace and stillness.
"So beautiful," Qiu Yuexin murmured at this moment, watching the red sun gradually rising in the east. Day and night alternated, and a new day had arrived once again.
Reaching out his hand, Lin Feng seemed to feel the warmth in the rising sunlight. Sometimes he wondered—was martial arts really that miraculous? To be able to borrow the power of the sun from heaven and earth. Back when he cultivated the Great Sun Incinerating Heaven Scripture, he could draw upon solar fire, and his cultivation back then was like an ant's compared to today.
"No matter how beautiful the red sun, it still cannot compare to your beauty," Lin Feng said with a low laugh, causing a faint smile to appear in the beautiful eyes of both Meng Qing and Qiu Yuexin. Occasionally, a thought would arise in their hearts—if life could always be this peaceful, wouldn't that be a beautiful thing in the mortal world?
Thinking this, Qiu Yuexin murmured softly, "Lin Feng, if every day could be like this, it would surely be beautiful."
"It is beautiful," Lin Feng smiled. But the martial path was cruel. Without standing proudly above the heavens, who would allow him to enjoy the splendor of the mortal world? He understood that this world had too many uncertainties. Sometimes, a powerful person would kill countless lives in a fit of rage, with no reason at all. Without absolute strength, one could never permanently enjoy lifelong peace.
"On the Nine Heavens Continent, martial arts at its peak is eternal and indestructible. When that time comes, after seeing through all the scenery of the world, I will watch the sunrise and sunset with you, and count the long, flowing waters with you," Lin Feng sighed softly. Meng Qing and Qiu Yuexin smiled, then pressed closer against Lin Feng's body. Watching the sunrise and sunset, counting the long, flowing waters—how beautiful!
PS: Writing a quieter chapter. Some might curse, but I like the tenderness within the passion. Some brothers say the book is changing. Of course, Lin Feng's life is changing, and he himself has been changing all along. Now he is more unrestrained, more untamed, doing as he pleases, acting as he wills. Perhaps some won't like it—I can't please everyone. As more and more people read Martial God, the number of critics also increases. Alright, I'll continue writing the story in my heart!