# Chapter 2209: The Focus of All Eyes
The Snow Clan, in that snow-white world, an old woman stood amidst the vast, endless ice and snow. Beside her stood several elderly figures.
"What happened?" At that moment, a voice came through. A figure appeared beside the old woman. If Lin Feng were here, he would surely recognize this person — it was the one who had taken Meng Qing away from his hands.
"Listen to what they have to say," the old woman said calmly. The newcomer then turned his gaze toward the group before him.
"The people from the Hall of All Gods have all gone to the venue of the Nine Heavens Gathering hosted by the Fate Temple," an old man among the crowd before the old woman spoke. This caused the newcomer's eyes to narrow slightly. "Such a thing actually happened? The Nine Heavens Gathering occurs once every hundred years in cycles. Other divine temples are not supposed to interfere."
"Indeed. However, you surely haven't forgotten the great battle at the Fate Temple countless years ago, have you?" the old woman said indifferently. The newcomer's pupils contracted, and a deep fear appeared in his eyes. That great battle had swept across the entire continent. It was too brutal. Countless people had fallen, and even many corners of the world had not been spared. At that time, he was still young. The Snow Clan had also suffered tremendous upheaval during that storm, with three kings falling. How could he ever forget?
"The Great Fate Art of the Fate Temple possesses the ability to peer into the past and future — something other divine temples cannot achieve. However, not long ago, news spread that the one from the Fate Temple had activated the Great Fate Art," the old woman said calmly. The newcomer's expression stiffened. The Great Fate Art.
"Since the one from the Fate Temple activated the Great Fate Art, how did the news leak out?" the person asked doubtfully.
"That, I cannot know. But when has the conflict between divine temples ever been anything less than extremely perilous? No matter what happens, there is no need to be surprised," the old woman said indifferently.
"Indeed. However, the one from the Fate Temple activating the Great Fate Art at this time is quite thought-provoking."
"It is very likely related to the Nine Heavens Gathering. Now, news has come from that child that the people from the Hall of All Gods have already arrived at the battlefield of the Nine Heavens Gathering."
"The Nine Heavens Gathering, is it?" the person murmured softly. "Now, the Nine Heavens Gathering should be about to end. I wonder what kind of figures the geniuses selected by the Fate Temple this time will be."
"Whoever they are, there is no need for us to participate. We do not have the ability to contend with the divine temples. We only need to watch and accumulate our own strength," the old woman said calmly. The person nodded slightly. He also understood that the Snow Clan did not possess the qualifications to compete with the divine temples. For them to catch up to the divine temples, they would probably need countless years of accumulation, or for an extraordinary figure to emerge within the Snow Clan — Little Zhetian had a sliver of that possibility.
The person looked into the distance. No matter how strong the geniuses selected by this Nine Heavens Gathering were, it was imaginable that this gathering would not be peaceful at all. The Great Fate Art — that immensely draining ability, one that only the most core figures of the Fate Temple could access — since that one had used it, it was clearly an omen.
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On the stage of the Nine Heavens Gathering, the light curtain disappeared. Countless gazes fell upon the figures within, their hearts unable to calm for a long time.
Little Zhetian's small fists were tightly clenched, as if he too was extremely excited. Across from him, the young man had just sent the news back to his clan. His sharp gaze watched that space with great interest. He knew that things were not over yet.
Behind them, Xue Shenfeng stared at Lin Feng, his expression ugly and livid.
"First place, the first place of the Nine Heavens Gathering. How is this possible?" Xue Shenfeng felt a deep sense of frustration. How could his growth have been so fast? Back on the day of the Emperor's List questioning, Lin Feng's combat power was far from this strong — much weaker. And that gap was not something that could be closed in just a few years. Yet Lin Feng had forcibly elevated his strength to such a height. First place in the Nine Heavens Gathering. After today, Lin Feng's name would spread throughout the Nine Heavens, known to all. Of course, it would also reach Holy City Central Continent and the War King Academy.
In fact, at this very moment, in Shen Xiao City, people were already taking out jade slips and beginning to transmit messages with their divine senses, sending news of the Nine Heavens Gathering outward.
"That guy actually got first place." Jing stared at Lin Feng. Her eyes inadvertently glanced toward Qing Feng. At this moment, Qing Feng's eyes revealed a brilliant smile, as if she was unconsciously immersed in joy, as happy as if she herself had won first place in the Nine Heavens Gathering.
"First place in the Nine Heavens Gathering. If that's really the case, he is completely worthy of Qing Feng," Jing thought to herself, still staring at that figure. She wondered what kind of monster this guy was — defeating Ni Cang, defeating Hua Qingfeng, defeating Kong Ming. It was too incredible. Just now, watching his battle with Kong Ming, she felt her heartbeat accelerate, her heart stirred.
Hou Qinglin, Tian Chi, Ruoxie, Jun Moxi, Langxie, Sword Blind — all of them were happy for Lin Feng. Lin Feng had obtained first place in the Nine Heavens Gathering. This was undoubtedly the best recognition of his strength and talent.
"From now on, at the War King Academy, the King-Sealing Stone Tablet will have the most glorious record engraved upon it. Moreover, the War King Academy will erect a statue of Lin Feng, carving this unprecedented achievement," Ruoxie said with a smile. First place in the Nine Heavens Gathering — how difficult was that? In the vast, endless continent, every hundred years, three such people appeared. They were all future kings. It was hard to imagine where Lin Feng would be a hundred years from now.
"I didn't expect Brother Lin Feng to be so powerful. Even Brother Ling Huang isn't as strong as him," Yao Yao said with a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth. Beside her, Rufeng was also deeply shocked. They had once worried about Lin Feng's battle with Wang Jie. Now it seemed that in Lin Feng's eyes, Wang Jie had perhaps never been a worthy opponent — they weren't even on the same level. Wang Jie's death was not unjust.
Of course, besides these well-wishers, there were also many who secretly cursed Lin Feng. The Heavenly Demon Thunder Clan's experts — their expressions were not good. Lin Feng had actually obtained first place in the Nine Heavens Gathering. This meant that he would become a core figure of the Fate Temple. The Heavenly Demon Thunder Clan wanting to avenge Lei Dongtian was completely impossible. Moreover, given how they had treated Lin Feng before, they didn't know if Lin Feng would hold a grudge. They could only hope that this bastard would die miserably before he could grow.
Hua Qingfeng also looked at Lin Feng, sighing inwardly: "I cultivate both Confucianism and the sword, skilled in two types of Dao intent. My strength is formidable, and I was titled the First Lord of Shen Xiao. Yet on this stage, I only obtained the sixth seat. Among these people, many have applied sacred techniques to an extremely terrifying level. Without reaching the peak of Dao intent, I simply cannot threaten them."
Only by fighting against the peak figures could one feel one's own inadequacies. At this moment, Hua Qingfeng knew that he still lacked a lot. When Lin Feng unleashed all his sacred techniques simultaneously, his attack power was unmatched by anyone. When Kong Ming erupted with his full strength, he was like an ancient Buddha, with a perfectly stable combat power that made people feel helpless. Any one of those ahead of him was an extraordinary figure.
The Thirteenth Young Master of the Demon Domain, Heavenly Soul Saint, Zhuo Qing — all of them stared at Lin Feng's figure. At this point, Lin Feng was already this powerful. If he entered the Fate Temple, how much stronger would he become?
With the might of being first in the Nine Heavens Gathering, Lin Feng would descend upon the Fate Temple, directly becoming a core figure, gaining access to the various sacred techniques of the Fate Temple. From now on, he would only grow stronger, and the gap between them and him would only widen. Moreover, once Lin Feng entered the Fate Temple, it would be impossible for them to kill him.
In Shen Xiao City, the crowd came from various continents. Naturally, there were also many from Qing Xiao Continent. People from the various imperial dynasties of Qi Tian Holy Capital were also there. At this moment, their hearts were somewhat tense. Given the past incident where the various holy dynasties had ambushed and killed Lin Feng, this enmity was already settled. They didn't know if Lin Feng would seek revenge in the future.
And some people had brilliant smiles at the corners of their mouths. One was from the Holy Spirit Dynasty. He looked at Lin Feng, his eyes flickering, his body standing straight. That person was the current Holy Son of their Holy Spirit Dynasty. In the future, his son would inherit the throne of the Holy Spirit Dynasty's Holy Emperor. This also meant that the future Holy Emperor of the Holy Spirit Dynasty would be the son of Lin Feng, a core figure of the Fate Temple. This relationship alone was enough to make the Holy Spirit Dynasty glorious for an era.
In the void, the Prophet stood there. A faint smile also curled at the corner of his mouth. He had truly succeeded, walking all the way here to obtain the first-place seat of the Nine Heavens Gathering. It seemed that the turning of the Wheel of Fate could now be confirmed to be because of his existence. And his speculation had been verified.
"The Great Fate Art cannot see through everything about him. What kind of fate will his existence guide? All of this will probably depend on him. His fate cannot be prophesied, nor is it controlled by fate. He is a taboo existence beyond fate," the Prophet murmured inwardly. But he did not speak, waiting for the few people within the light curtain to regulate their breathing. During this time, the void was silent, with no one speaking.
After what seemed like a long time, the Heartless Young Master finished regulating his breathing. Zhou Rongman finally regained control of himself. The others also restored their momentum. Only then did the Prophet wave his hand and speak calmly: "In the name of the Fate Temple, I announce the final seats of the Nine Heavens Gathering: First seat, Lin Feng; Second seat, Kong Ming; Third seat, Chu Chunqiu; Fourth seat, Zhou Rongman; Fifth seat, Demon Array; Sixth seat, Hua Qingfeng; Seventh seat, Yu Qing; Eighth seat, Nine Spirit Emperor; Ninth seat, Heartless Young Master; Tenth seat, Mo Luo."
"Indeed!" Sharp light flashed in the eyes of the crowd. The top ten seats were exactly as they had seen.
But at this moment, in the space above, several figures appeared, their long robes fluttering. One of them, wearing a black long robe like a demonic armor cloak, spoke: "Congratulations to all of you for obtaining the top ten seats of the Nine Heavens Gathering."
This voice rang out very abruptly, extremely discordant. Because he was stealing the Prophet's words. And the Prophet's declaration represented the Fate Temple!