# Chapter 2049: Consequences
The Heavenly Gift Saint Emperor gazed at the giant before him, a trace of sorrow in his eyes. He had led the Snow Clan people to ambush and kill Lin Feng, yet the final outcome was so cruel. An ancient saint stood before him and said, "The Heavenly Gift Imperial Dynasty needs to replace its Saint Emperor."
The meaning contained in these calm words was clear: he, the Saint Emperor of the Heavenly Gift Imperial Dynasty, must die.
This was the ancient saint establishing authority, or rather, Lin Feng establishing authority. So many imperial dynasties and holy clans had joined forces to kill him. Since Lin Feng could mobilize the power of an ancient saint, he naturally had to do something. And he, the Heavenly Gift Saint Emperor, would become the sacrifice. When the saint's might enveloped the entire imperial dynasty, if this saint became enraged, the entire dynasty would collapse, be destroyed, and turn into dust of history. He had no doubt that the ancient saint possessed such power. And as a Saint Emperor figure, it seemed there was only death.
It was sorrowful, but it was the truth.
"I want to know, are you Lin Feng, or the ancient saint of Mount Qin?" the Heavenly Gift Saint Emperor asked. It seemed that before dying, he at least wanted to know clearly in whose hands he would die.
"I am Lin Feng, and I am also an ancient saint." The voice, still devoid of any emotion, was uttered. The Heavenly Gift Saint Emperor nodded slightly, removed all the items on his body, and handed them to an old man beside him.
"Saint Emperor," the old man said, his expression stiffening.
"Uncle, you take charge of the Saint Emperor position for now. If Chen'er and Luoxue have the ability, let them take over in the future. If not, choose someone else." The Heavenly Gift Saint Emperor arranged his final affairs. The eyes of the experts around him all held a trace of grief.
"Alright, the Heavenly Gift Imperial Dynasty can still exist without me, but it cannot be destroyed." The Heavenly Gift Saint Emperor revealed a faint smile, then stepped forward, arriving before Lin Feng, and said, "It is naturally right for you to use my life to settle today's matter. But no matter what you do today, it is wrong. Sooner or later, you will end up like me."
Having said this, the Heavenly Gift Saint Emperor closed his eyes and faced death with courage.
The entire Heavenly Gift Imperial Dynasty fell into silence. When the experts below stared at the void and saw the giant palm annihilate the Saint Emperor, they seemed to realize that the Saint Emperor had fallen.
Lin Feng left the Heavenly Gift Imperial Dynasty. In fact, his condition could not sustain this for long. What he needed today was an attitude. With the fall of a Saint Emperor of the Heavenly Gift Imperial Dynasty, the entire Qi Tian Holy Capital would surely tremble.
Just as Lin Feng had anticipated, the fall of the Heavenly Gift Saint Emperor plunged the entire Qi Tian Holy Capital into silence. No imperial dynasty or ancient holy clan dared to speak out, especially those that had participated in the assassination of Lin Feng. They all kept their mouths shut, and the atmosphere within their clans was exceptionally oppressive, as if they feared that a saint would descend upon their clan and directly demand the life of their Saint Emperor or clan leader.
The death of the Heavenly Gift Saint Emperor undoubtedly caused the attitude toward Lin Feng to plummet from the previous 'enthusiasm' to freezing point. No one even dared to mention the name Lin Feng anymore. That name seemed to be a taboo.
All of this was, of course, due to the existence of the ancient saint. With one sentence, he caused a Saint Emperor to fall on the spot. This dark cloud could not be dispelled, lingering over the Qi Tian Holy Capital. They seemed to finally realize how terrifying a true ancient saint was. Of course, this also made the Qi Tian Holy Capital yearn even more for that supreme realm—the legendary realm that few had set foot in for countless years. Transcending the mundane and entering sainthood—how terrifying was it? They looked upon the world as ants.
When Lin Feng returned to the space where the battle had taken place, his massive body sank directly into the earth. The terrifying saint's might gradually dissipated and finally vanished from the space. At this moment, underground, within the martial soul world, Lin Feng withdrew from the saint's consciousness. He felt as if his head was about to explode. His divine soul was extremely weak, as if he had suffered a severe illness. His entire body felt as if it was about to collapse. Using the power of a saint with the cultivation of the Martial Emperor Realm was simply astonishing. Without the cooperation of the saint's consciousness, he could not have activated it at all.
Above ground, the old man Yan Di was still quietly waiting on the surface. His squinting eyes seemed to pierce through everything, and he was secretly calculating whether he should take Lin Feng and flee.
At this moment, in the void sky, two figures sat on the clouds. Before them seemed to be a light mirror that penetrated the layers of mist, clearly showing everything happening on the ground. These two people were rather strange. One of them had a wine gourd hanging on him, appearing somewhat unrestrained, while the other was a beautiful young woman.
"Master, will he be alright?" the woman asked the drunkard.
The drunkard did not answer immediately. He first took a gulp of wine, then said slowly, "For now, there's no problem. But later, there will be a big problem."
"Master, what do you mean?"
"Lin Feng has a great calamity. His deterrence today is fine. No one in the Qi Tian Holy Capital will dare to touch him. But if the Qi Tian Holy Capital doesn't dare, what about the Snow Clan?" the Ten Absolute Old Immortal said calmly, causing the woman's expression to stiffen. "Master, would the Snow Clan send a saint to deal with Lin Feng, a Martial Emperor? This is..."
To Qing Feng, this was simply unimaginable. What level of existence was the Saint Realm?
"You little ones, you don't understand the value of a saint's body. Moreover, it is a saint's body with self-awareness." The Ten Absolute Old Immortal said faintly. How could he not know how Lin Feng had used the saint's power? He understood, and naturally, someone from the Snow Clan would also understand.
"Should Lin Feng not have borrowed the saint's power?" Qing Feng's expression stiffened.
"If he hadn't borrowed the saint's power, how could he have survived today's calamity? Lin Feng did nothing wrong. But the real problem is that no matter what he does, it is wrong. This is his tribulation." The Ten Absolute Old Immortal remained calm, drinking another cup of wine, as if he had seen through the affairs of the world.
"Master, then why..." Qing Feng looked at the Ten Absolute Old Immortal, as if wanting to say something but stopping.
"Why didn't I act before Lin Feng borrowed the saint's body, right?" The Ten Absolute Old Immortal smiled at Qing Feng. Qing Feng did not deny it. But the Ten Absolute Old Immortal touched her head and said with a smile, "If I had to protect him every time he faced danger, how could he grow on his own? Besides, I can't always be by his side. Some things he must face himself. Which peerless expert's growth has not experienced the most violent storms?"
"Master means that Lin Feng will become a peerless expert?" Qing Feng's eyes flickered. It seemed that Master thought highly of Lin Feng.
"I didn't say that." The Ten Absolute Old Immortal laughed. "Besides, letting him experience the power of a saint will also be of great benefit to him."
"Master, but if a saint from the Snow Clan really makes a move, Lin Feng has no way to survive!" Qing Feng said to the Ten Absolute Old Immortal.
"Alright, for the sake of my good disciple, I can only offend the Snow Clan once." The Ten Absolute Old Immortal shook his head.
Qing Feng's expression showed a hint of strangeness, and she said softly, "What does this have to do with me?"
"Is that so? Then I'll be happy to be idle. I won't bother with this matter." The Ten Absolute Old Immortal lay down on the cloud and continued drinking.
"Master." Qing Feng rolled her eyes. Seeing the shy look of this girl, the Ten Absolute Old Immortal smiled and said, "Alright, alright. Don't worry. I'll set off now. But after this matter ends, I will inevitably offend the Snow Clan. Life won't be easy from now on. This is the last time I help him. From now on, it depends on that kid's own fortune."
"Thank you, Master." Qing Feng revealed a smile. Since Master had agreed to act, Lin Feng should be able to turn danger into safety this time.
At this moment, Lin Feng, whose divine soul power had returned to his body, finally recovered somewhat. His divine soul was no longer violently shaking. He stepped out from underground.
"Little one, didn't it feel great?" Yan Di squinted his eyes and smiled at Lin Feng, causing Lin Feng to glare at him. Great? He had almost lost his soul. Driving the power of an ancient saint was too terrifying.
"I plan to return to the Holy Spirit Imperial Dynasty to recuperate and also to properly comprehend that feeling." Lin Feng said. But the old man shook his head. "You can't return to the Holy Spirit Imperial Dynasty."
"Why?" Lin Feng asked Yan Di.
"The madness is over. Now you have to bear the consequences." Yan Di said something that Lin Feng could not understand.
"Who would still dare to touch me?" Lin Feng asked.
"The Snow Clan. A saint." Yan Di's words made Lin Feng tremble slightly. He fell silent for a moment, then said, "If a saint really wants to touch me, where should I go? Would the Snow Clan really dispatch an ancient saint?"
"Forget it. Just return to the Holy Spirit Imperial Dynasty." Yan Di suddenly changed his mind, causing Lin Feng's expression to freeze again in confusion.
"Go back. If you have to face it sooner or later, it's better to face it earlier." The old man chanted a "Limitless Heavenly Venerable," making Lin Feng curse the old bastard in his heart. But at this moment, the old man was thinking: if the Snow Clan's ancient saint really came out to find Lin Feng, then he would tell another great lie. Wasn't there the mark left by the Prophet of the Fate Temple in Lin Feng's mind? If he said that Lin Feng was a member of the Fate Temple, even the Snow Clan's ancient saint would have to think twice.