Chapter 3025: Power of Faith

However, no matter how uncomfortable he felt, Wu Feng still summoned the projection of the River of Time.

Yet this time, it was just as Wu Feng had expected: the projection of the River of Time was not only extremely unstable, but after Wu Feng's consciousness entered it, he could barely see any complete images.

Almost all the time imprints within the River of Time were fragmented, and there were many phantom shadows.

This made Wu Feng completely believe the old monk's words.

However, Wu Feng soon became somewhat depressed; after all, summoning the projection of the River of Time to fight was clearly one of his few powerful skills, and now it was scrapped due to the issue of faith.

"Little friend, there is no need to be like this. In fact, since I, this poor monk, have told you this, I will naturally give you something new."

The old monk looked at Wu Feng with a chuckle, then his face changed abruptly; his face split directly down the middle, one side turning into the form of a demon, while the other remained the expression of a compassionate old monk.

Wu Feng hurriedly stepped back a few paces, watching the old monk vigilantly.

The old monk spoke directly, simultaneously emitting the voices of a demon and a high monk. These two voices mixed together, yet they appeared very harmonious. Of course, that sense of harmony still made Wu Feng feel somewhat strange, a feeling he did not know how to describe.

The old monk faced Wu Feng and chanted a few words in a grand voice.

The moment these words were spoken, the instant they reached Wu Feng's ears, his ears turned to dust, and along with his body, his entire physical form also turned to dust. A gust of wind blew by, and nothing remained.

However, this was still just one of Wu Feng's clones. After sensing that the old monk's cultivation was extremely profound, Wu Feng had set up many clones for himself.

A new clone of Wu Feng appeared, carrying Wu Feng's Primordial Spirit, looking at the old monk without saying a word, his expression calm.

The old monk, however, had stopped speaking. The eight words he had chanted had now turned into eight characters, suspended in the air, slowly floating around the old monk's body.

This feeling was very grand, and also very strange.

Wu Feng did not dare to look closely at those eight characters, because at this very moment, these eight characters actually contained a certain indescribable flavor, making Wu Feng instinctively choose not to look. He had a feeling that if he were to look, what awaited him would inevitably be the destruction of yet another clone.

The demon half of the old monk's face disappeared. At this moment, the old monk was once again in the posture of a high monk of great virtue, with the air of an immortal.

The old monk sat in place, opened his eyes, looked at Wu Feng, and still smiling, said: "Little friend, these eight characters contain the cultivation I, this poor monk, have attained over these tens of thousands of years. I choose to give them to you to contemplate. If you can contemplate them, I believe your cultivation will skyrocket to a level you yourself would find hard to imagine."

Wu Feng looked at the old monk, and after a moment of silence, he cupped his hands and said: "Many thanks, Master."

Wu Feng did not turn hostile, mainly because he felt that, to be honest, he really could not take down this old monk.

This old monk appeared mysterious and unfathomable.

Since the other party let him contemplate those eight characters, he would use a clone to contemplate them and see. In any case, if a problem arose, at most he would only lose one clone. ===== CHAPTER 3027 =====