# Chapter 2292: The Gaze of the Hall of All Gods
"His life is in great danger." At this moment, from within the green light, a crisp voice rang out, causing the Prophet's body to grow even colder. He said, "Bingyan, take him away. I beg you, you must bring him back to life."
"Alright." The green light shimmered, then transformed into a beam of light that shot into the distance. As for Lin Feng, he seemed to have lost all consciousness, feeling as if he was about to die.
The strong cultivator from the Flame Temple sneered coldly in his heart. Lin Feng, still wanting to live now? Dream on. His strike was enough to completely annihilate Lin Feng.
"Great Life Deprivation!" The Prophet's bone-chilling voice suddenly rang out. The Saint King of the Flame Temple's expression changed abruptly as he roared, "Motian, you want to kill me!"
At this moment, a terrifying force of life deprivation was cutting through his sacred body. At the same time, his life force was draining away. A surging killing intent burst forth from the Prophet's body. He truly and genuinely felt the Prophet's murderous intent.
"I have been too gentle for too many years. I suppose you have all forgotten the origin of my name. Since you can remember my name, dying will make you understand clearly!" The Prophet sighed. His pupils seemed to cover the entire sky and earth. Within those eyes, this whole world seemed to be his domain. With a wave of his hand, the entire sky seemed to be drained empty. Even the Saint Emperor watching from afar felt a chill of terror in his heart.
A Saint King from the Void Divine Temple had also arrived at this moment, watching from a distance. However, when he saw the Prophet making his move against the Flame Temple's Saint King, his heart trembled slightly. The Prophet's name was Motian—of course, he remembered.
There was a struggle in his heart. Should he step forward to help the Flame Temple's strong cultivator?
"If he dies, the Flame Temple will not let this rest." The Void Divine Temple's strong cultivator's heart darkened. Then, his body slowly turned and actually began to walk away into the distance, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.
Meanwhile, the battle between the Prophet and the Flame Temple's Saint King had already engulfed the heavens and earth. A thousand miles of territory seemed to have become a sealed space. The Prophet used terrifying power to imprison the void, sparing no cost to kill a Saint, even though he knew the consequences might be horrifying.
This chase and slaughter caused a huge uproar in the Nine Heavens Celestial Court. A pursuit spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, involving at least five Divine Temples—such an event had not occurred in the vast and boundless Nine Heavens Celestial Court for a very long time. And now, starting with Lin Feng's arrival at the Snow Clan, it had completely ignited this conflict among the Divine Temples.
The name of Lin Feng, the number one of the Nine Heavens Assembly, swept through the Nine Heavens Celestial Court in an instant, becoming known to all. Even though he had once held the top seat of the Nine Heavens Assembly, it had not caused much of a stir in the Nine Heavens Celestial Court. After all, there were too many outstanding geniuses in the Nine Heavens Celestial Court—which Divine Temple did not have its dazzling figures? But now, it seemed different.
On this same day, a Saint King of the Flame Temple fell. It had been many years since a Saint King of a Divine Temple had fallen in the Nine Heavens Celestial Court. But because of Lin Feng, one had fallen. The one who killed him was the Saint King of the Fate Temple, Motian—a name that had gradually been forgotten was now brought up again. He was not only the Prophet of the Fate Temple but also Motian. He had killed a Saint King of the Flame Temple.
The fall of a Saint King was a great loss even for a Divine Temple. Besides the loss, there was also face. Everyone believed that the Flame Temple would be furious. However, as time slowly passed, they discovered that the Flame Temple was very calm. They did not go to war with the Fate Temple. As for what actually happened behind the scenes, outsiders could not know. But the crowd could imagine the Flame Temple's anger. Perhaps they were still hesitant, not daring to start a war between Divine Temples.
For the Flame Temple, pursuing and killing Lin Feng was a common matter for all the Divine Temples. The Fate Temple did not dare to make a move against all the Divine Temples. However, their Saint King had been hunted down by Motian. The strong cultivators of the Flame Temple were not fools. They were certain that the Saint King had been abandoned by the strong cultivators of other Divine Temples.
The strong cultivators of the Flame Temple had already heard about the situation that day. They could almost imagine what had happened afterward. The Saint King had not only died at the hands of Motian but also at the hands of allies from other Divine Temples. The other party hoped to see them go to war with the Fate Temple. And the Flame Temple fully believed that if war broke out, the other Divine Temples would absolutely stand by and watch. Even if the battle was fierce, they would still think about how to swallow both Divine Temples together.
They had never forgotten the history of the Divine Temples' changes in the ancient era. Therefore, these Divine Temples had never truly engaged in a decisive battle. Because they did not dare—the cost was too terrifying, and the consequences were unimaginable. However, everyone secretly sighed at the Prophet's ruthlessness, daring to actually kill a Saint King.
But now, all the Divine Temples had another question: Had Lin Feng fallen?
It was said that the Flame Temple's Saint King had struck Lin Feng, and then Lin Feng was taken away by someone from the Life Divine Temple. So, no one knew whether Lin Feng was alive or dead.
At this moment, within the Life Divine Temple, an emerald green light enveloped a space. Here, all around were verdant plants and trees. In the middle, there was a transparent lake, filled with infinite life light. And Lin Feng's figure was lying in the lake, floating on the water. The life spirit continuously seeped into his body, nurturing his life.
The plants swayed. Their branches seemed to move, constantly brushing against Lin Feng's body, making the life spirit even more abundant.
By the lake, there was a figure, looking at Lin Feng with furrowed brows. It was none other than the Prophet. The Prophet raised his head and looked toward a towering ancient tree, saying, "Bingyan, how is his condition?"
"He himself possesses the power of the Law of Life, and it is very strong. He can absorb the aura emitted by the life spirit. He should only be in a state of suspended animation. He ought to wake up, but for some reason, he cannot." A voice came from the ancient tree. Then it said, "I have called Xixi over. She will see what state Lin Feng is in."
"Bingyan, thank you." The Prophet nodded slightly to the ancient tree.
Bingyan looked at the Prophet and said, "You seem to value him greatly, even going so far as to kill a Saint King. Is he really a Forbidden Body?"
"Yes and no—what does it matter? No disciple of the Fate Temple should be oppressed like this by other Divine Temples." The Prophet said calmly. At this moment, in the void, a beautiful woman stepped through the air and descended by the lake. This woman exuded an extremely extraordinary aura, as if she were the Goddess of Life.
She crouched down slightly, reached out her hand, and placed it on Lin Feng's body, as if quietly sensing something.
"Life and Death, Two Extremes."
The woman let out a low voice, as if somewhat surprised. Then she looked up at the Prophet and asked, "Is one of the powers he comprehends the Life and Death Dao?"
"It should be." The Prophet nodded slightly.
"Life and death are inherently incompatible, yet he comprehends the Life and Death Dao. Now, with the cycle of life and death, he has fallen into a very subtle state. As for life and death, I do not know why he does not wake up." Murong Xixi said softly, causing the Prophet's brows to furrow even more. The strong cultivators of the Fate Temple possessed unfathomable abilities, but when it came to the mastery of life, no one was more skilled than the strong cultivators of the Life Divine Temple.
"Then what should be done?" the Prophet asked.
"I will heal all his injuries. However, I have no way to make him wake up. That can only depend on himself." Murong Xixi shook her head.
"What if he does not wake up?" The Prophet's brows furrowed even more tightly.
"Constantly guide his life intent to expel the power of death. There is no other way." Murong Xixi replied. Lin Feng's condition was very strange. He had fallen into a cycle of life and death.
The Prophet was speechless. He looked at Lin Feng in the lake. The cycle of life and death—what the hell was this guy going through?
Within the Fate Temple, Meng Qing and Zhetian were extremely anxious. Now, they had no way of knowing how Lin Feng was. But the Prophet only told them to wait patiently, that Lin Feng was in the Life Divine Temple. However, how could they be patient? But the relationships between the Divine Temples were extremely delicate now. The Prophet told them not to leave the Fate Temple for now, to avoid retaliation from the Flame Temple.
Besides Meng Qing, there was also someone in the Fengxu Clan who was extremely anxious. Qing Feng looked at the Ten Absolutes Old Immortal and said, "Master, how is Lin Feng?"
"Unclear." The Ten Absolutes Old Immortal shook his head slightly. "I heard he went to the Life Divine Temple."
"The Life Divine Temple." Qing Feng's expression froze for a moment, then she said, "I want to go to the Life Divine Temple."
"What use would it be for you to go?" the Ten Absolutes Old Immortal said. "With the strong cultivators of two Divine Temples there, I believe Lin Feng should be fine. If they are powerless, your going will have no effect either. Just be at ease."
Qing Feng's expression froze for a moment, then she said, "I'll go find Sister Jing!"
With that, her figure left this place.
And now, the gaze of all the Divine Temples was focused on the Life Divine Temple. Regardless of whether Lin Feng lived or died, they at least needed to know the news. If even this failed to kill Lin Feng, then the Divine Temples—not to mention the loss of a Saint King—would not be able to save face. A hunt of this level failing to kill a Heavenly Emperor figure was unacceptable.
The people of the Snow Clan were also watching the Life Divine Temple. They were hoping for Lin Feng's death. With all the Divine Temples watching, they believed that no matter whether Lin Feng lived or died, the news could not be hidden!
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