# Chapter 1175: Ten Great Prodigies
Five blue vertical lines meant five million destiny numbers, with life force soaring straight into the sky. However, Lin Feng only needed to exchange a single glance with Yiren Lei to know that she possessed this ability. With Yiren Lei's terrifying charm and illusionary powers, just one look would be enough to make those with weak willpower or insufficient strength obediently hand over their destiny numbers, without even requiring Yiren Lei to make a move.
"The Six Desires Heavenly Palace cultivates the Six Desires Heavenly Art, a supremely powerful charm and illusion divine ability. Yiren Lei is the Holy Maiden of the palace, of equal status to Xue Biyao, but she is even more terrifying than Xue Biyao. Xue Biyao is ethereal like an immortal—even if she inspires awe, she doesn't drive people to obsession. But Yiren Lei cultivates illusion force, seduction force, and also practices evasion force. I've even heard she has a strong interest in life force and wants to cultivate four types of essence divine abilities."
Yuan Fei himself was extremely powerful, yet he held Yiren Lei in high regard. As one of the Four Great Beauties of the Eight Wastelands and one of the Ten Great Prodigies, such a figure was indeed astonishing.
"Who are the other nine among the Ten Great Prodigies?" Lin Feng seemed to have developed some interest. Yuan Fei had said Yiren Lei was one of the Ten Great Prodigies of the Eight Wastelands, but there must be nine others.
"They have all come to this space, so let me count them for you. The Eight Wastelands originally meant the eight directions of heaven and earth—East, West, South, North, Southeast, Northeast, Southwest, Northwest—but perhaps because it was hard to distinguish, the Eight Wastelands weren't named that way. Instead, they are called Eastern Wasteland, Southern Wasteland, Western Wasteland, Northern Wasteland, Central Wasteland, Barbarian Wasteland, Immortal Wasteland, and Blood Wasteland. Each wasteland is vast and boundless, with powerful forces. As for the current Eight Wastelands, if we're talking about places rich in talent, Central Wasteland seems to dominate, while the Northern Wasteland where your Heavenly Terrace is located is the most desolate."
"Central Wasteland—its representatives are the four ancient cities outside the City of Fate. Each ancient city has a Martial Emperor clan or force, as well as the Sword Pavilion. In this Central Wasteland, three of the Ten Great Prodigies are found: Sikong Xiao of the Sikong family, Wen Tian Ge of the Wen family, and Mu Fan Chen of the Illusory World Heavenly Palace. Eastern Wasteland has Qi Tian Sheng of the Qi family. Southern Wasteland has Fu Hei of the Flame Mountain. Western Wasteland has Bai Qiu Luo of the Falling Heaven Pavilion. Barbarian Wasteland has Mo Peng of the Demon Emperor Hall in the Demon Domain. Immortal Wasteland has the little monk Kong Ming of the Heavenly Thunder Sound Temple and Yiren Lei of the Six Desires Heavenly Palace. Blood Wasteland has Wutian of the Purgatory."
Yuan Fei helped Lin Feng count the Ten Great Prodigies of the Eight Wastelands one by one. Having been in the Eight Wastelands for so long, Lin Feng had gained some understanding of the region and a general idea of the distribution of major powers, but he didn't know the details. He hadn't deliberately studied it, so naturally he couldn't compare to Yuan Fei in this regard.
Hearing Yuan Fei casually list them now, it seemed that every one of these Ten Great Prodigies belonged to some terrifying major force.
"Southern Wasteland has Fu Hei of the Flame Mountain, and Blood Wasteland has Wutian of the Purgatory."
Lin Feng murmured to himself, quite interested in these two names. Fu Hei—Black Belly—that guy was actually one of the Ten Great Prodigies? What a bastard. That guy was even more of a schemer than him, pretending to be so weak, using his Sleeve Universe technique to cheat and swindle, doing all sorts of shady deeds. He was absolutely a piece of work.
As for Wutian, it reminded Lin Feng of the name Skyless Sword Emperor. Someone had actually taken the name Wutian.
"That bastard Fu Hei is no good bird. He has a Heavenly Flame Body, extremely powerful, but he loves doing sneaky things and playing the pig to eat the tiger." Yuan Fei cursed under his breath, making Lin Feng speechless. It seemed Fu Hei was notorious.
"As for the Wutian you mentioned, he's from the force of the King of Assassins—the Purgatory Killers. He wants to achieve the former prestige of the Skyless Sword Emperor, to be lawless and heaven-defying, so he renamed himself Wutian."
Lin Feng nodded slightly. So he was from the King of Assassins' organization.
"Yuan Fei, your Flower and Fruit Mountain is in the Barbarian Wasteland Demon Domain, right? Can't you overpower that Demon Emperor Hall's Mo Peng?" Lin Feng asked directly, not worried about offending Yuan Fei. Yuan Fei was straightforward and wouldn't mind such things. And what kind of force dared to name itself Demon Emperor Hall in the Demon Domain? That showed how domineering they were, looking down on other demon domain forces. They were the Demon Emperor Hall, the supreme among demons.
"Do you know what Mo Peng's original form is?" Yuan Fei asked. Lin Feng shook his head slightly. But in the demon world, natural talent determined fate, so it must be a powerful demon beast race.
"The Golden-Winged Great Roc—the only one in the Eight Wastelands that can be called a divine bird, the Golden-Winged Great Roc. Among the Ten Great Prodigies, Mo Peng definitely has the qualifications to rank in the top three. In the Eight Wastelands, the Golden-Winged Great Roc is said to have unmatched physical body and unmatched speed." Yuan Fei cursed under his breath. Demons paid too much attention to natural talent. The Golden-Winged Great Roc was a type of divine bird, suppressing his demon ape clan in terms of natural talent.
"Divine bird Golden-Winged Great Roc!" Lin Feng's eyes sharpened. Mo Peng, among the Ten Great Prodigies, could enter the top three—extremely terrifying.
"However, although they are the Ten Great Prodigies of the Eight Wastelands, this trip to the City of Fate has brought many powerful physiques into the world, stepping into the City of Fate. Previously, perhaps their cultivation was weaker and they were suppressed, but now, after a baptism in the City of Fate, perhaps after leaving, the Ten Great Prodigies will change. Remember, the previous generation's Ten Great Prodigies of the Eight Wastelands were the same."
"In the Eight Wastelands, people like to discuss the strong of the world. During the Heavenly Martial realm, they would select the Ten Great Prodigy geniuses, generation after generation, inspiring countless people. And each generation's Ten Great Prodigies are extremely dazzling, shining with boundless light. If they don't die, they all become terrifying existences. For example, the previous generation's Ten Great Prodigies are now dominating the Venerable realm. Your second senior brother Hou Qinglin is like that. Lin Feng, you also have a chance."
Yuan Fei grinned, his eyes flashing with wild demonic light. Lin Feng nodded slightly upon hearing his words. It wasn't just the Eight Wastelands that liked to select the Ten Great Prodigies—people everywhere did the same. Back in the Snow Moon Kingdom, there had been genius rankings, but that was now a very distant matter.
"You too." Lin Feng said with a smile, appearing calm and indifferent, but there was some ambition in his heart. Since he was pursuing the path of the strong, he had to catch up to and even surpass the Ten Great Prodigies, becoming one of them.
"Hehe, and sister-in-law, as well as Jun Moxi—we all have a chance." Yuan Fei looked at Meng Qing and Jun Moxi. He had only seen Meng Qing make a move once, but it was quite shocking, very powerful. As for Jun Moxi, he had heard that he had recently undergone a rebirth. When they first met, he was elegant and refined, definitely someone special.
"All of you have a chance." Lin Feng looked at everyone, feeling quite expectant. Once, they had all struggled in the Mysterious Martial realm, and now they were pursuing the path of essence. Time flew by. What would things be like ten years from now?
"The Central Wasteland of the Eight Wastelands has ushered in a prosperous age. The Immortal Wasteland is also very strong. But as for the Northern Wasteland where I am, I didn't expect talent to be so scarce." Lin Feng spoke with feeling. The Northern Wasteland was also boundless, but it only had the Heavenly Terrace as a Martial Emperor force. Not even one of the Ten Great Prodigies came from there. The other seven wastelands of the Eight Wastelands all surpassed the Northern Wasteland.
"This also has something to do with geographical location. Most of the other seven wastelands have some sacred lands or blessed grounds, which were chosen as mountain gates by other Martial Emperors early on. Only the Stone Emperor and the Yu Emperor became emperors relatively late, so they chose the Northern Wasteland. The Northern Wasteland seems to only be close to the Wasteland Sea, without those treasure lands of great opportunity."
"Perhaps." Lin Feng smiled. Just then, in the strange scene area ahead, rainbow light seemed to burst forth. From the sky, bridges seemed to descend, connecting to ten directions, like ten heavenly bridges. At the same time, above the strange scene area, a phantom appeared. This person wore a star robe, with long white hair and a beard, looking like an immortal, as if not of this mortal world.
Everyone's eyes all froze, staring at the appearing phantom old man. A name flashed through their minds—Prophet!
This immortal-like phantom—could he be the Prophet?
At this moment, the old man's gaze swept over the crowd, making everyone feel as if he was looking at them. His gaze was gentle and ethereal, transcending the mundane world. His ordinary eyes seemed able to pierce through heavenly secrets, unknowingly making people feel a trace of reverence in their hearts.
If this old man truly was the Prophet, what terrifying level of existence would he be?
Someone who presided over such a City of Fate, an unknown existence that even Great Emperors didn't fully understand—Lin Feng didn't dare to think about it.
"The wheel of fate is about to turn. These ten bridges connect to this strange scene area. You will be divided into ten groups and step onto these ten bridges. During this time, many of you may be killed by your companions, because the number of people who can ultimately step onto them is limited. Of course, if you choose weak companions because of this, then you won't even be able to reach the highest area, and will be erased by the strange scene halfway!"
The ethereal old man spoke with a smile, startling the crowd. What kind of rule was this? If you followed the wrong person, you might be killed by your companions, because the slots were limited. If the person you followed wasn't strong enough, you wouldn't even qualify to step into the final strange scene area!
This time might be their final choice in the City of Fate, the moment that determined their destiny!