# Chapter 1196: Fate City Ends
"What did the Prophet say to Lin Feng?" Among the crowd blocked by space, Yang Zilan's expression was tense. At this moment, the Prophet's gaze was fixed on Lin Feng, apparently prophesying about him. Moreover, the reactions of the others seemed quite intense.
"Probably not prophesied as a waste physique, right?" Xuanyuan Potian's expression was domineering, his eyes sharp and piercing.
"Possibly." Yang Zilan stared at Lin Feng, nodding slightly as if to comfort herself.
How could the crowd not react strongly at this moment? The last few people prophesied were each more shocking than the last. Huangfu Long, who was very weak in strength, actually possessed the Barbarian Dragon Physique. Then Jun Moxi, even more terrifying—Undying Nether King Body, capable of assaulting the Emperor Realm. If he lived well, he would surely replace one of the Ten Great Prodigies in the future.
Next was Monk Kongming. Before the Prophet could prophesy, he asked the Prophet to keep it secret. Judging from the Prophet's expression, Kongming's physique was in no way inferior to Jun Moxi's Undying Nether King Body. Could it be those powerful ancient Buddha physiques of the Buddhist path? If so, that would be extremely terrifying.
After Kongming, Lin Feng again asked the Prophet to keep it secret. From the Prophet's words, his wife was very extraordinary. As for Lin Feng, the Prophet even wanted to take him as a disciple. How could others not be shocked in their hearts?
These consecutively prophesied individuals all seemed to possess even more terrifying potential than those before them.
"Can I be a registered disciple first?" Lin Feng smiled. The Prophet might be a terrifying figure, and having even a thread of connection with him would definitely not be harmful.
"Fine." The Prophet smiled, then with a thought, shot a mark into Lin Feng's brow, saying with a smile, "In the future, if you reach Holy City Central Continent, you can come to Fate Temple to find me. What I said today still stands."
"Fate Temple!" Lin Feng's heart trembled. He glanced at the unprophesied Purple Gold Dragon King and Duan Wudao at the back of the crowd. In their era, Fate Temple had already existed—a terrifying force. And now, from ancient times to the present, did Fate Temple truly still exist? Not the Fate Temple in Fate City, but the real Fate Temple!
All the crowd showed strange expressions. The Prophet had extended an olive branch to Lin Feng. It turned out the Prophet was a strong cultivator from Holy City Central Continent. The real Fate Temple did exist. What kind of place would that be?
Why Lin Feng? Why him?
At this moment, everyone's gaze fell upon Lin Feng. Some even revealed terrifying killing intent, such as Long Teng, Thunder Demon, and others.
"We must eliminate Lin Feng before he grows up!" This was the thought in their hearts at this moment. No matter how powerful the potential, no matter how terrifying the talent, if eliminated before growth, it meant nothing. A dead person has no future!
"Congratulations, Young Master Lin." Yiren Lei smiled lightly at Lin Feng, naturally congratulating him on becoming the Prophet's registered disciple.
Lin Feng smiled back. At this moment, he himself was somewhat curious. What was his own physique? Was it the Ten-Absolute Body?
"What will his achievement be?" At this moment, the Taoist holding a horsetail whisk asked. Seeing this Taoist, Fu Hei beside him immediately twitched his mouth—bastard...
The crowd also glanced at this Taoist. They had no impression of him—a very low-key fellow. There was no helping it; those with deep impressions of him had almost all been erased. Besides them, only Fu Hei had the deepest impression, probably unforgettable for life.
However, they were very interested in this Taoist's question. Lin Feng—what would his achievement be?
"Only he himself can determine his own fate. Perhaps a Low-rank Emperor, perhaps a Mid-rank Emperor, perhaps an Emperor, perhaps..." The Prophet stroked his beard, smiling faintly. His calm words made the crowd's hearts tremble violently again. Determine his own fate... This was the first time the Prophet had made such a prophecy.
What did these words mean?
In this not-so-vast space, it suddenly became terrifyingly quiet. Perhaps an Emperor, perhaps an Emperor—fate, determined by oneself. Lin Feng must possess some terrifying physique, like Jun Moxi and Monk Kongming. But the Prophet had agreed to keep it secret. Perhaps even Lin Feng himself didn't know!
"Hehe, good. I really want to have a few drinks." Great Pest grinned, breaking the silence. Of the three of them who came—him, Jun Moxi, and Lin Feng—all had received very good prophecies. This ignited a burning passion in his chest. Years later, would they be able to trample this Eight Wastelands with shocking talent? Yun Feiyang and Youyou—unfortunately, they couldn't see it. Where were they now!
"Your turn." The Prophet's gaze finally fell on the Taoist. The Taoist's eyes flickered. Did his fate need prophesying?
"You protect his path. Perhaps you can break through your shackles. I believe you understand!" The Prophet pointed at Lin Feng, smiling at Qiongqi. His smiling gaze seemed to see through everything.
Qiongqi was stunned for a moment, then silently cursed in his heart: "Damn prophecy. Looks like I, this Emperor, am bound to this bastard kid for life!"
"You're not lying to me, are you?" Qiongqi asked again, staring at the Prophet.
"You can bet with your destiny." The Prophet smiled. Qiongqi rolled his eyes. He was definitely being set up this time. Feeling depressed, recalling his glorious past, and now he had to protect this bastard kid's path.
Lin Feng's eyes flickered. Perhaps a Low-rank Emperor, perhaps a Mid-rank Emperor, perhaps an Emperor... Clenching his fists, Lin Feng's gaze revealed a firm belief, an unyielding conviction. Even the Prophet said his fate was determined by himself. Then he would pursue it with this life, trampling across the Nine Heavens Continent.
"Alright. The prophecies I've made are relative to your current physiques, comprehension, talent, and willpower. If you make changes in the future, undergo rebirth, encounter heaven-defying opportunities, experience endless life-and-death trials, and tread on the bones of the strong, you might become stronger. If you choose to degenerate, even the prophecies I've given might be far off."
"Chi, chi..." Golden arrows shot through the air. At this moment, the crowd saw four golden guardian arrows fired together. One arrow landed on Huangfu Long, one arrow on Jun Moxi, and two arrows together on Monk Kongming.
Of the nine Watchers, eight arrows had been fired. One Watcher remained, whose arrow had not been shot.
Lin Feng's gaze suddenly fell on the Watcher who hadn't shot his guardian arrow. This person hadn't shot his guardian arrow, which likely meant he had shot one before. Could he be Lin Feng's Watcher?
However, at this moment, the other party's expression was calm, without any ripple, unreadable.
The eight guardian arrows were shot at seven people: Fu Hei of Flame Mountain, Mu Fan Chen of Illusory World Heavenly Palace, Sikong Xiao of the Central Wasteland Sikong Family, Wen Tian Ge of the Wen Family, Huangfu Long, Jun Moxi, and two arrows together at Kongming. Lin Feng received no arrow!
This situation left people quite puzzled. Lin Feng was prophesied by the Prophet to have a fate determined by himself, yet he received no guardian arrow. Meanwhile, Kongming, because he asked the Prophet to keep it secret, received two guardian arrows.
"Fate determined by oneself—easier said than done. The Eight Wastelands Realm produces genius after genius. Some people's fates, I'm afraid, they cannot control themselves. They will die young." Someone said coldly at this moment, as if pointing out why the guardian arrow wasn't shot at Lin Feng. The Prophet wanted to take Lin Feng as a disciple, indicating Lin Feng might have a terrifying physique. The calamities Lin Feng would face might be terrifying. Just looking at the people standing here, some probably wouldn't let Lin Feng off, wanting to tread on his bones to prove themselves, using Lin Feng's bones to pave their own path.
Whether Lin Feng could become an Emperor was still unknown.
If Lin Feng had agreed to become the Prophet's disciple, perhaps the outcome would have changed, and a guardian arrow would have been shot at him. But he only asked for a future without grasping the present. As for Monk Kongming of Heavenly Thunder Sound Temple, he also possessed a terrifying physique. In everyone's view, his hope of surviving to become an Emperor was greater than Lin Feng's. Therefore, two guardian arrows chose Monk Kongming.
Outside, seeing this scene, the crowd roughly guessed. From the guardian arrows, it was clear that Monk Kongming was the big winner. The little monk of Heavenly Thunder Sound Temple was indeed extraordinary. As for the others, Jun Moxi and Huangfu Long surprised them quite a bit. The remaining few were all figures among the Ten Great Prodigies.
As for Xuanyuan Potian and Yang Zilan at this moment, their faces showed brilliant smiles.
"It seems that guy really has a waste physique, which is why everyone was surprised." Yang Zilan sneered. When the Prophet spoke with Lin Feng, the crowd showed surprised expressions. But he didn't receive a guardian arrow, so he was a waste, not a genius.
"Hmph!" Xuanyuan Potian snorted coldly, his eyes filled with killing intent.
The Prophet's gaze fell on the nine Watchers, and he smiled: "As for you, you all have your own guarded people, so you don't need my prophecy!"
"This Fate City should naturally close now. You should only treat it as experiencing an illusion. Don't take it too seriously. Your martial arts heart must not be shaken." The Prophet's figure gradually became ethereal. The vast Fate City seemed to churn with clouds and mist violently. The crowd felt their bodies gradually engulfed by the mist. Fate City would ultimately come to nothing.
"Where you came from, go back there!" An ethereal voice rang out. Soon, everyone found that they had already left Fate City and returned to the place where they had first entered Fate City. Everything seemed like nothing, like a dream.
"Since you prophesied that my talent is comparable to theirs, I will tread on their bones to prove my path. I, Demon Roc, will surely become a Demon Emperor, shaking the ages."
In one of the four ancient cities, Illusion City, a figure forged from golden light stood proudly in the sky, filled with boundless arrogance. He, the Golden-Winged Great Roc, did not believe in fate.
In another city, at the edge of Fate City, Qi Tian Saint and Qi Jiaojiao appeared. Qi Tian Saint's face was ugly, and he said coldly: "Since you prophesied that my talent is inferior to theirs, I will cut them down to prove my path, seize their fate, and achieve myself."
Prodigies—unyielding martial arts hearts, unshakable!
"Lin Feng, prepare to die." After Xuanyuan Potian stepped out of Fate City, his eyes were domineering and cold, wanting to kill Lin Feng.
"Lin Feng, no matter what physique you have, what achievements you might have in the future, I will cut you down first. All physiques are illusory." Above the void, Thunder Demon was covered in terrifying lightning, wanting to cut down Lin Feng to prove his path, letting the Prophet's prophesied terrifying physique pave the way for him!
"Lin Feng, I will definitely cut you down before you grow up. Heavenly Terrace cannot have another prodigy appear." Long Teng's eyes pierced through the void.
Just as everyone had guessed, after the prophecy, there were many who wanted to cut down Lin Feng!