# Chapter 2057: Lin Zhetian
The confrontation between the two saints, the various imperial dynasties, and the great ancient saint clans finally came to an end with the brutal battle among the younger generation. News quickly spread throughout the entire Qi Tian Holy Capital, causing the whole city to tremble several times.
No one could have dreamed that after Lin Feng had previously borrowed the power of a sacred body to descend upon the Tianci Dynasty and slay the Holy Emperor, an even more terrifying battle would occur—one that even drew out two supreme figures capable of being crowned kings in Qingxiao, saints.
At this moment, in every street and alley of Qi Tian Holy Capital, people were discussing this matter. Even the ancient ruins were not as sensational as this event.
"It is said that Lin Feng ultimately fought alone against eight Martial Emperor peak geniuses and killed five of them. That's insane."
"I heard that too. In the end, Ji Shang, King Body Zhuo Qing, and the Holy Maiden of Gu Yao were all severely wounded. But Lin Feng suffered the worst—no one knows if he's still alive."
"Maybe he's dead. With such a brutal struggle, Lin Feng couldn't possibly survive."
Many voices rang out in Qi Tian Holy Capital. Of course, there were also geniuses who refused to believe that Lin Feng had fought against eight prodigies, declaring that if they encountered Lin Feng, they could fight him alone.
And those who made such claims were not few. They didn't believe it. King Body Zhuo Qing alone should have been able to fight Lin Feng. It was mostly exaggerated rumors—Lin Feng wasn't that terrifying. Of course, even without these achievements, Lin Feng's reputation was undeniable. In the near future, among the younger generation of the eighteen heavenly main cities of Qingxiao, there would be few who hadn't heard the name Lin Feng.
Additionally, over the following year, matters concerning the ancient ruins gradually faded. The battle that occurred in the Holy Spirit Dynasty also receded from people's sight. No one heard the name Lin Feng anymore, because no one had seen Lin Feng appear in the outside world. In Qi Tian Holy Capital, forces like the Tianci Dynasty and Gu Yao Dynasty mostly came to a common understanding: Lin Feng had likely fallen in that battle, beyond recovery.
And during this year, on the eighteen heavenly main cities of the Qingxiao Continent, one brilliant figure after another rose to prominence. In the Holy City Central Continent, Chu Chunqiu's reputation grew even louder—he killed a Great Emperor realm expert, and that Great Emperor was once ranked among the top ten on the Holy City Central Continent Emperor's List. Chu Chunqiu was already being called the number one genius of the younger generation in the Holy City Central Continent.
At the same time, those who shared the top ten spots on the Emperor's List with Chu Chunqiu were also rising one after another. After all, much time had passed since the Emperor's List questioning. Besides the top ten, those ranked lower had also begun their ascent—such as Langxie, the Realm King Body of the Ancient Realm Clan, as well as Hou Qinglin of the Azure Forest Reincarnation Sword from War King Academy, and the Sword Blind. They were all writing their own chapters of glory.
And today, the name of the Heavenly Terrace was even more resounding. Recently, many exceptionally talented individuals had emerged from the Heavenly Terrace of War King Academy. Many people couldn't understand why this faction, which had once been unremarkable and suppressed by the Ji Gate, had grown so quickly, its brilliance growing ever more dazzling. It had long since left Ji Shang's Ji Gate far behind. Especially the core members of the Heavenly Terrace—their combat power at the same cultivation level was so formidable that people were left speechless. War King Academy had gathered geniuses from all over the Qingxiao Continent, but the glory was almost entirely seized by the Heavenly Terrace.
However, those in War King Academy knew that there was one name that hadn't appeared for a whole year—the one who was once the most dazzling existence of the Heavenly Terrace.
Lin Feng—where is he now?
The Snow Clan was still as beautiful as ever. Snowflakes drifted down gracefully, creating a world of snow. Many different types of snow demons coexisted within this race, the Snow Clan.
Even the successive elders of the Snow Clan were appointed from different types of snow demons. Whichever type of snow demon was the strongest became the royal clan of the Snow Clan.
The royal clan of this generation was, of course, not the Snow Fox Clan—otherwise, how could Xue Linglong have been exiled? However, the previous generation's royal clan of the Snow Clan was the Snow Fox Clan. As for why Xue Linglong was exiled, it was certainly not just because of a prophecy; it also involved some royal clan disputes within the Snow Clan.
On this day, a half-year-old child stood beneath a ten-thousand-year-old ancient tree, making babbling sounds as if he hadn't yet learned to speak. Still, he could stand steadily.
"Zhetian." At this moment, an old man came before the little one, patted his head, and said with a smile, "In three months, you'll be one year old. I originally planned to have you undergo the Snow Clan's ritual at age two to purify your body. But I didn't expect you to be so extraordinary from birth. It seems we'll have to advance it to age one. Try to see if you can shatter this ancient tree."
If other members of the Snow Clan saw this old man, they would be extremely jealous. A Saint Emperor realm figure personally training an infant—this was enough to make anyone envious. Moreover, this infant didn't even have pure Snow Clan bloodline. A pure Snow Clan bloodline should be born from the union of different types of snow demons within the clan.
The little one seemed to understand the old man's words. He kept babbling, appearing somewhat excited. His rosy little face was adorable, already showing handsome features that made one sigh—this little one would surely be a heartbreaker when he grew up.
At this moment, the little one looked at the ancient tree, which would take two people to wrap their arms around. He exhaled, then inhaled. The surrounding heaven and earth seemed to contain a sacred immortal power, drawing all elements into his body. Seeing this, the old man revealed a gratified expression.
When this little one was first born, the Snow Clan members were still discussing how to deal with him. Many said he should be exiled. But when they saw that right after birth, he directly absorbed elemental powers, the Snow Clan experts were all stunned into silence. From then on, they issued a gag order—no one was allowed to mention his father. They even controlled the number of times he could see his mother, with the Snow Fox Clan's patriarch personally teaching him.
The little one threw a punch directly at the ancient tree. But only a breeze passed by, and the tree remained unchanged. The little one then made strange sounds at the old man, seeming somewhat aggrieved. The old man, however, burst into laughter, patted his head, and said with a smile, "Don't rush. After the ritual is completed, we'll officially begin your martial arts training."
"It's been a long time since you've seen your mother. I'll take you to meet her, to ease the pain of separation." The old man looked into the distance and sighed. This was an order from the Snow Clan's royal family, and he couldn't defy it. If it were up to him, he would naturally devote himself wholeheartedly to his clan's king. The little one's mother was the king of the Snow Fox Clan, Xue Linglong. The old man knew very well that although he was teaching Little Zhetian, countless eyes were watching him in secret.
The old man brought the little one outside an extremely cold cave dwelling. Looking at the cave, a ripple passed through the old man's eyes. The Snow Clan's Ice-Sealed Eye—few dared to cultivate inside it. Yet she had chosen this place. This showed how intense her desire for power was. Of course, for her, this was a good thing. She was probably stimulated by that incident.
"Linglong, I've brought Zhetian." The old man's voice drifted into the cave dwelling. Immediately, a figure flashed out. This figure was pure white, spotless, truly like a fairy maiden. However, she carried an icy aura that made people afraid to approach. She no longer had the gentleness she showed beside Lin Feng.
But when she saw the little one's big eyes, it was as if she saw his outline. The corners of her mouth involuntarily curved into a warm smile. Even if it took twenty years, what of it? Even if it took two hundred years, she would wait. He would definitely step into the Snow Clan!
"You have one hour together." The old man said quietly, then left the area, leaving the space to this mother and child.
"Zhetian." Meng Qing held Lin Zhetian in her arms, dotingly kissed his cheek, then brought him into the Ice-Sealed Eye, a place isolated from the outside world.
"Mother." Zhetian was protected in Meng Qing's arms, the cold air unable to reach him. From his mouth came a sound. If others heard this, they would be greatly shocked, because Zhetian never spoke outside. Everyone thought he still couldn't talk.
"Lin Zhetian, do you remember what Mother told you?" Meng Qing looked at the little one seriously.
Little Zhetian nodded earnestly and said, "Among the people here, I only listen to Mother. I don't talk to them. My surname is Lin. My father is called Lin Feng. I am Lin Zhetian, not Xue Zhetian. Father named me Zhetian, meaning that the sky cannot block my vision, and I will cover the sky with one hand. When Zhetian grows up, he will definitely take Mother away."
If others heard Lin Zhetian's words, they would be rendered speechless by his intelligence. A natural prodigy. Even though he only had one chance per month to see his mother, his intuition told him that his mother was his closest, dearest person. So the words his mother had told him since birth—and repeated every time they met—he always remembered. And every time they met, his mother would ask.
From the moment he was born, his name was imprinted in his mind: Lin Zhetian. And his father's name was also branded there: Lin Feng.
Meng Qing held the little one tightly in her arms. A single tear slowly formed in her eyes. Her gaze looked into the distance as she murmured softly, "Lin Feng, do you see this? This is our child."
Lin Feng—where is he now?