# Chapter 1195: What Kind of Physique?
"Chi..." At this moment, a small golden arrow shot out, landing on Fu Hei. Fu Hei did not block it but instead allowed the golden arrow to pierce his skin, where it then melted into his flesh.
"The Watcher's Arrow! Fu Hei has obtained the Watcher's Arrow!" The crowd was startled. Fu Hei was the first to receive the Watcher's Arrow, wasn't he?
But it was hardly surprising. The Prophet's prophecy for Fu Hei was comparable to that for the Golden-Winged Great Roc, and even exceeded it by one additional time frame—he would become an emperor within eighty years. Moreover, this prophecy surpassed even that for Qi Tian Saint. Clearly, even if Fu Hei was not currently among the most outstanding of the Ten Great Prodigies, the future was another matter entirely. It was only natural that the Watcher's Arrow would shoot toward him.
Three prodigies had already stepped forward, and the others began to move as well, their footsteps advancing.
Bai Qiuluo of the Western Wasteland's Falling Heaven Pavilion stepped out. The Prophet's prophecy for him was: "Many skills but none refined. You need to find your own path. Becoming an emperor is no problem, but to cross the threshold of a low-rank emperor, you must seek change."
Bai Qiuluo bowed to the Prophet and retreated.
Next to step forward was Sikong Xiao of the Central Wasteland.
"Heavenly Eye Physique, with the potential of a mid-rank emperor, and the ability to impact high-rank emperor!" The Prophet said with a smile. As his words fell, another arrow shot through the air, landing on Sikong Xiao. The second Watcher's Arrow had appeared.
Sikong Xiao showed no reaction to this result, his expression calm, but the subtle fluctuation in his eyes revealed that he cared deeply about the Prophet's prophecy.
Lin Feng glanced at Sikong Xiao. Heavenly Eye Physique—yet another wielder of a special physique.
After that, Mu Fan Chen of the Illusory World Heavenly Palace stepped out. The Prophet gave his prophecy: "Potential for a mid-rank emperor. To impact high-rank emperor, you will need an extremely powerful fortuitous encounter."
Mu Fan Chen received a Watcher's Arrow—the third one.
Six of the Ten Great Prodigies had now received their prophecies. Next, Wen Tian Ge of the Wen family stepped forward.
"Slaughter to prove the Dao, with a resolute will. Potential for a mid-rank emperor, with a chance to impact high-rank emperor."
"Weng!" As soon as the Prophet finished speaking, the fourth Watcher's Arrow shot through the air, clearly prepared in advance, showing that the Prophet held Wen Tian Ge in high regard.
"He also calls this slaughter to prove the Dao?" At this moment, a young man with a cold demeanor, sharp expression, and fierce killing intent brushed past the retreating Wen Tian Ge. It was Wutian of the Purgatory.
"He follows the true path of slaughter. Yours is destruction. Your talent may not necessarily match his, and your chance of dying young is greater. You have the potential for a mid-rank emperor, but do not be too obsessed with destruction, or you will only harm yourself." The Prophet offered a word of advice. He gave such warnings to many, but whether they heeded them was up to them.
Wutian said nothing more, but his expression clearly showed defiance. As one of the Ten Great Prodigies, being told he might not be a match for Wen Tian Ge was hard to accept.
"This young woman seeks the elder's guidance." Yi Ren Lei stepped forward with light, graceful steps. Her smile no longer held its usual allure but was instead pure and clear, appearing very clean and comfortable to behold, beautiful.
"Your talent is excellent, and your Dao heart is sufficiently resilient. However, the path you cultivate is difficult—the Dao of Six Desires. Who will cause you to fall into the mortal world of the six desires? Your choice will determine your fate!" The Prophet spoke without specifying her exact potential. Yi Ren Lei bowed slightly. This Prophet was too powerful; it seemed he could see through everyone.
Nine of the Ten Great Prodigies had now received their prophecies. At this moment, Qi Jiaojiao's face was pale. Was her brother truly so inferior among the Ten Great Prodigies? Everyone's prophecies seemed better than Qi Tian Saint's.
Qi Tian Saint's expression was also very unpleasant. He refused to believe that he would rank at the bottom among the Ten Great Prodigies, and even seemed to be on the verge of being surpassed by those behind him, like Yuan Fei.
"Only Kong Ming the Monk remains among the Ten Great Prodigies who hasn't stepped forward. I wonder what prophecy he will receive. And what about those later arrivals, the several geniuses with special physiques? I wonder how they will fare!" The crowd's gazes swept around. Kong Ming the Monk showed no intention of stepping forward. Instead, Long Teng strode forward with steady steps.
"I seek the elder's guidance!" Long Teng's body exuded a powerful aura, as if to highlight his strength.
"Impatient and restless, with an unsteady Dao heart. Fortunately, you possess the Heavenly Dragon Demon Body. But if you do not change, you will still stop at low-rank emperor." The Prophet's calm voice fell on Long Teng's ears. Immediately, cracking sounds could be heard as Long Teng clenched his fists tightly before retreating to his position.
Xue Biyao and Feng Xuan stepped forward almost simultaneously, exchanging a glance. What prophecies would the last two of the Four Great Beauties receive?
"Spirit Immortal Body and Ancient Phoenix Body, and you... many peculiar physiques have appeared. The current Eight Wastelands is far more prosperous than the last era. Perhaps fifty years from now, the Eight Wastelands will enter a golden age. In the further future, the number of martial emperors may become terrifyingly large."
The Prophet looked at Xue Biyao and Feng Xuan, then glanced at Feng Ling behind Feng Xuan, a smile appearing on his face: "Women are most easily bound by love, especially those born beautiful. Your talents are not the issue, but your fates will largely be determined by the word 'love.' This little one is not bad; nurture her well!"
The "little one" the Prophet referred to was Feng Ling, causing many eyes to gleam with sharp light. Feng Ling—could she also possess some powerful physique?
Feng Xuan and Xue Biyao were clearly surprised to receive only such a result. Nevertheless, they bowed and retreated. In the martial world, the number of male powerhouses far exceeded that of females. Men pursued martial arts with greater obsession, while women were often trapped and bound by love.
"Feng Ling!" The crowd looked at the unremarkable young girl behind Feng Xuan, silently noting her name. Perhaps in a few years, she too would shine brilliantly; otherwise, the Prophet would not have spoken such words.
The Prophet continued his prophecies. Finally, only a few people remained. Yet so far, no one with the potential of a great emperor had appeared.
The potential of a great emperor was too rare. In the vast and boundless Eight Wastelands, no great emperor was known to exist. Even the legendary figures who had appeared in the past had gone to other domains to prove their emperorhood, their whereabouts unknown.
"Hehe, I wonder what kind of talent this Great Pest has." Huangfu Long stepped forward, appearing carefree, but his fists were slightly clenched, proving that he too cared.
"Go out and roam. Barbaric Dragon Body. Do not change that simple heart of yours!" The Prophet smiled faintly, causing the crowd to freeze. Among those present, Huangfu Long was one of the weakest, yet he actually possessed a Barbaric Dragon Body!
A sharp gleam flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, followed by a smile of great joy. The Great Pest actually possessed a peculiar and powerful physique. This Barbaric Dragon Body should be no weaker than that Heavenly Dragon Demon Body, right?
Next, the Prophet's gaze fell on Jun Moxi and his wife. Before the two could step forward, he directly addressed Xiao Die: "You were innately damaged, once injured by someone. If you can repair your injuries, you have hope of stepping into the emperor rank."
Xiao Die smiled, not taking it too seriously. Instead, she looked at Jun Moxi. She knew that Jun Moxi would surely receive a very good prophecy. The Eight Wastelands had seen Undying Physiques before, but her grandfather had uniquely chosen Jun Moxi.
When the Prophet's gaze fell on Jun Moxi, a meaningful smile appeared on his face.
"I have seen many Undying Physiques, but you are a rare Undying Nether King Body. High-rank emperor should be no problem. Remember to leave the Eight Wastelands in the future and impact the emperor realm." The Prophet said with a smile, causing the crowd to freeze. Undying Nether King Body!
No wonder, no wonder the old emperor of the Undying Heavenly Palace, who had lived for who knows how many years, had chosen him and even reshaped his bloodline. It was the Undying Nether King Body. Jun Moxi was the first person prophesied to have the potential to impact the emperor throne. It was inevitable that someone among the Ten Great Prodigies would be replaced.
In the few years following this Fate City event, the history of the younger generation of the Eight Wastelands might be rewritten.
Many among the crowd were directly overlooked by the Prophet's gaze. They had the self-awareness not to step forward and seek the Prophet's prophecy, knowing it would only bring humiliation.
However, there were still a few who had not stepped forward. The Prophet actively turned his gaze toward them. This time, his eyes fell on Kong Ming the Monk, the last of the Ten Great Prodigies. No one knew what prophecy he would receive.
"I ask the elder to keep it secret for me." Kong Ming the Monk smiled, causing the crowd to freeze. Keep it secret?
What secret did Kong Ming the Monk of the Heavenly Thunder Sound Temple possess?
"Very well." The Prophet smiled. "The Eight Wastelands cannot contain you!"
The crowd's eyes widened in shock, sharp gazes directly landing on Kong Ming the Monk. The Eight Wastelands could not contain him? Was he that powerful?
Could Kong Ming the Monk also possess some terrifying peculiar physique, like Jun Moxi?
Kong Ming, Kong Ming. No one had expected that the strongest physiques would appear in Jun Moxi and Kong Ming the Monk. It was very unexpected.
Since Kong Ming had requested secrecy, the Prophet naturally would not say more. His gaze then shifted to Meng Qing and Lin Feng.
"I ask the elder to keep it secret for me!"
Lin Feng said in a low voice, causing the crowd to show amused expressions. Another request for secrecy?
Even the Prophet's expression became somewhat peculiar as he smiled at the two: "Do you want me to keep it secret for her, or for you?"
"Keep it secret for me?" This time, Lin Feng was stunned. Was he really a Ten-Absolute Body? Otherwise, what did he have worth keeping secret? What he had referred to was naturally Meng Qing's identity as Xue Linglong.
"Alright, one at a time." The Prophet smiled, looking at Meng Qing: "In terms of the emotions you have invested, your future is completely tied to him. Your talent is without any issue."
"Another prodigy?" The crowd looked at Meng Qing, their hearts stirring with unease.
"As for you..." When the Prophet's gaze fell on Lin Feng, he paused, then smiled: "Has anyone ever told you what kind of physique you have?"
"Uh..." Lin Feng was taken aback. Did he truly possess an extraordinary physique?
"It seems you don't know yourself." The Prophet smiled, then continued: "Very well, since you say to keep it secret, I will keep it secret. But... would you be willing to become my disciple?"
"Boom!" The crowd's minds exploded in chaos. Disciple? The Prophet wanted to take a disciple? Had this ever happened before?
Lin Feng—what kind of prodigious physique did he possess?