# Chapter 1197: The Excited Sword Pavilion
At this moment, Yiren Lei stood in the void, a faint, city-toppling smile in her eyes.
"The heavens are about to change," Yiren Lei said softly with a light laugh. The Prophet's predictions might very well rewrite the history of the Eight Wastelands Realm. With so many powerful physiques appearing, the era of contention among the mighty was about to descend.
Heavenly Dragon Demon Body, Immortal Spirit Body, Ancient Phoenix Body, Heavenly Fire Physique, Barbaric Dragon Physique, Heavenly Eye Physique, Undying Nether King Body, the Watcher, Seven Kills, the Slaughterer, as well as Feng Ling's physique, Meng Qing's physique, Monk Kongming's physique, and Lin Feng's physique — all of these undoubtedly signaled that the Eight Wastelands Realm was about to enter a golden age.
Of course, this so-called golden age would also be an era of blood and storms. Those monstrous prodigies who were predicted to be inferior to others would certainly not take it lying down. They would pave their own path with the blood of others, trampling over them to prove that their own talent was no weaker than anyone else's.
Especially Lin Feng and Jun Moxi, who had gained the Prophet's favor — their future would likely be anything but peaceful.
"Lin Feng... an even more monstrous figure that no one had heard of before. No one expected it to turn out this way, did they?" Yiren Lei smiled faintly, then her body flickered and vanished from the spot.
At this moment, Lin Feng and the others had already arrived outside Fate City, at the border between Sword City and Fate City, in front of those vast, majestic palaces.
Looking at the ethereal mist of Fate City, the entire city seemed to have returned to silence, gradually fading away. No one knew when it would appear again.
Meng Qing, Huangfu Long, Qiongqi, and the others were all by Lin Feng's side. Qiongqi was still in his Taoist priest form, his face covered in black lines, looking extremely depressed. What a miserable fate!
"Little bastard, you'll need to be careful from now on. There probably won't be few people who want your life," Qiongqi warned Lin Feng. Whether it was those monstrous prodigies or rising newcomers, they would all regard Lin Feng as an opponent. They might very well try to take his life to pave their own path to becoming an emperor, especially those who were underestimated by the Prophet — they would want to prove themselves even more.
"Mm." Lin Feng nodded in deep agreement. When he was being prophesied, he had already sensed several killing intents. Quite a few people wanted to cut him down. Even though he had received the prophecy and might possess some powerful physique, the path to becoming an emperor would still not be smooth. He would have to walk it step by step.
At this moment, several figures strode over, all extremely beautiful. They were two of the Eight Wastelands' Four Great Beauties — Feng Xuan and Xue Biyao. Like Lin Feng, they had entered the Fate Temple from Sword City. Seeing Lin Feng here, they came over.
"Lin Feng, I didn't expect your physique might be the strongest," Feng Xuan said, nodding slightly at Lin Feng.
"You as well. The Prophet said that as long as you can grasp the word 'emotion,' your talent is definitely not an issue. I hope to see you attain the Dao one day," Lin Feng replied with a smile.
"Of course. Sister will be the fastest to become a Martial Emperor," Feng Ling popped her head out, sticking her tongue out at Lin Feng. Lin Feng smiled at her. From what the Prophet had said, this little girl likely possessed some formidable physique too.
"If the future truly unfolds as the Prophet predicted and you achieve a terrifying existence, I hope you won't become an enemy of the Sky Dome Immortal Palace," Xue Biyao said with a complicated expression. The Sky Dome Immortal Palace had some friction with Lin Feng. If they learned of the prophecy Lin Feng had received, she didn't know whether they would make a move against him. In her heart, she naturally hoped this situation wouldn't occur.
"If the Sky Dome Immortal Palace doesn't make things difficult for me, then even for the sake of Fairy Xue, I won't do anything," Lin Feng said with a smile. Everything depended not on him, but on how the Sky Dome Immortal Palace chose to act.
Xue Biyao nodded. She would do her best to mediate.
"I look forward to our future clashes. Lin Feng, even though the Prophet gave you a high evaluation, if I have the chance, I will still fight you again to wash away the shame of my last defeat. I won't fall behind you," Xue Biyao said airily, then turned and flew away into the void.
"Any time," Lin Feng murmured softly, watching Xue Biyao's departing figure.
"I also need to take Ling'er back to the Phoenix Perch Mountain. Now that the Fate City event is over, I imagine everyone has gained some benefits and will go into seclusion to cultivate for a while. The next time they appear in the Eight Wastelands, they will likely possess even more terrifying combat power. Lin Feng, you need to hurry too."
A rare, cheerful smile appeared on Feng Xuan's face. Then she took Feng Ling'er and left. Her enchanting figure was captivating, and many people in the distance stared at the two beauties.
At the same time, discussions were buzzing in the distance. Many people were guarding outside Fate City, all guessing who had become the big winners inside Fate City. What prophecies had the Prophet made?
However, apart from those geniuses who had been prophesied at the time, no one else knew. Many people had been shut out and couldn't hear. So, unless those geniuses spoke up, they couldn't get any information. They were anxious, desperate to know the results of the prophecies.
"Fairy Xue and the enchantress Feng Xuan have left. The Immortal Spirit Body and the Ancient Phoenix Body — they must have received powerful prophecies. Why did they seek out Lin Feng before leaving?" Many people in Sword City naturally recognized Lin Feng. His great battle with Xue Biyao that day had attracted countless eyes.
Could it be that Lin Feng had also met the Prophet?
"Lin Feng!"
"Lin Feng, you're finally out!"
At this moment, two figures strode over. They were none other than Lin Ruotian and Meng Ba. Seeing Lin Feng, they immediately flashed over and said with a smile, "Lin Feng, how was it? What did the Prophet prophesy?"
Lin Ruotian and Meng Ba were quite frustrated. There were many powerful individuals inside Fate City. Although they had gained some benefits, they had also encountered several intense crises and nearly been killed. In the end, they failed to step into the Five Elements Region and were blocked outside. Seeing that Lin Feng had actually met the Prophet, they were shocked and came specifically to ask.
"The Prophet said I would become a Great Emperor," Lin Feng said with a smile. Lin Ruotian and Meng Ba rolled their eyes, clearly not believing Lin Feng's words. A Great Emperor — how easy was that? Being prophesied to become a Martial Emperor was already very good. Being prophesied to become a Mid-rank Emperor was even more remarkable. A Great Emperor — they didn't dare to imagine it.
"Lin Feng, even if the Prophet prophesied that you can't become an emperor, don't lose heart. For martial artists, our fate is in our own hands. How can we fully believe the words of one person?" Lin Ruotian comforted Lin Feng. In his view, it was already very impressive that Lin Feng had managed to step into the Five Elements Region and meet the Prophet. Even if he wasn't prophesied to become an emperor, he could still become a powerful Venerable in the future.
"That's right, Lin Feng. Even though Lin Ruotian and I didn't step into the Five Elements Region, we haven't lost heart. No matter what the prophecy result is, you're at least better than us." Meng Ba punched Lin Feng's shoulder and said with a smile, "Besides, you're already at the Seventh Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm now. In the future, becoming a powerful Venerable will allow you to carve out your own sky in the Eight Wastelands Realm and establish a clan."
"I understand." Lin Feng patted both their shoulders and said with a smile. If he told them the truth, they probably wouldn't believe it.
Seeing that Lin Feng didn't seem discouraged, Lin Ruotian and Meng Ba both smiled. Then they said to Lin Feng, "We're planning to go back to the Heavenly Terrace to go into seclusion. Are you coming back with us?"
"You two go back first. I still have some matters to handle," Lin Feng shook his head.
"Alright, then we'll go ahead." Lin Ruotian and Meng Ba took their leave and left first, afraid that Lin Feng's state of mind might be affected. They didn't ask about the prophecy either. They would find out sooner or later.
Lin Feng watched the two leave, then turned his gaze to Huangfu Long and asked, "Great Pest, do you plan to join the Heavenly Terrace?"
"No. Didn't the Prophet say I need to go out and explore? I believe him. I'm planning to travel around," Huangfu Long shook his head.
Lin Feng nodded. That was fine too. Although they were brothers, they couldn't stay together every day. Each would have their own path to walk. When the day came that all brothers soared to the heavens, they could meet anytime and drink heartily.
"When do you plan to leave?"
"Right now. Lin Feng, you need to grow well. In the future, the three of us — you, me, and Moxi — will stand at the summit of the Eight Wastelands, overlooking this heaven and earth. We still need to find Youyou and Feiyang!" Huangfu Long said boldly. The two of them fiercely punched each other's chests, and then the Great Pest also left, his figure gradually fading as he went to pursue his own path of power.
"We will, for sure." Lin Feng watched the Great Pest's disappearing figure, his gaze firm.
"Little bastard, this Emperor also needs to leave. I'm going to find a flame land to go into seclusion for a while. I'll come find you later," Qiongqi said gloomily. It seemed his whole life was destined to be trapped by Lin Feng.
"You two come with me too," Qiongqi said to Duan Wudao and the other.
"You old undying one, don't break through too ruthlessly this time," Lin Feng cursed softly. But Qiongqi just waved his fly whisk, chanted "Boundless Heavenly Venerable," and left elegantly to find a source of flame. For this breakthrough, he needed a powerful flame land. Perhaps the Western Wasteland's Flame Mountain would be suitable. That so-called Martial Emperor who dared to call himself Flame Emperor — wasn't he stealing Qiongqi's thunder?
"Where are we going?" Meng Qing asked Lin Feng softly.
"To the Sword Pavilion," Lin Feng said, taking Meng Qing's hand. Then his body flickered, heading toward the Sword Pavilion.
At this moment, someone had already returned to the Sword Pavilion before Lin Feng. Jian Wubei, after coming out of Fate City, had headed straight for the Sword Pavilion. He had questions and needed to consult the elders of his clan.
Upon receiving news that Fate City had opened, the people of the Sword Pavilion were also quite excited, eagerly awaiting the results. Soon, they waited for Jian Wubei's arrival.
"Wubei, how was it?" an elder of the Sword Pavilion asked Jian Wubei.
"The Prophet's prophecy for me was the qualification of a Low-rank Emperor. Moreover, I need to change my cultivation path," Jian Wubei said. This was exactly what the Prophet had prophesied for him. He had also personally seen Lin Feng's Celestial Fate Sword. At this moment, he had many questions and wanted to clarify them. He vaguely felt that he had taken the wrong path and needed to seek change.
"What about him?" the elder asked again. Everyone understood who "him" referred to. At this moment, those elders were especially excited, as if they cared even more about the prophecy Lin Feng had received than about Jian Wubei's. This made a faint trace of bitterness rise in Jian Wubei's heart. Sure enough, in the eyes of his clan now, there was only the Ancestor's Sword.
"The Prophet wanted to take him as a disciple. His fate cannot be prophesied — it depends on himself," Jian Wubei replied. Immediately, the eyes of those old men flashed with sharpness, their sword intent soaring to the heavens. Sure enough... the Sword Pavilion had hope. Fate could not be prophesied; it depended on oneself. Because that was the Ancestor's Sword!
"Good, good..." the Sword Pavilion elders said excitedly. "Did he agree?"
"He said he would temporarily keep the name and discuss it later."
"Excellent. This is the character of the Ancestor's Sword — lawless and unrestrained. Even if it's the Prophet, so what? Without the Prophet, he would still become a supreme powerhouse!" The elder's eyes spat out sword light. He was very satisfied with this result!