Chapter 3095: The Real Master

At this time, Wu looked as if he were trembling with fear.

After listening to Wu Feng's words, he just shook his head, then signaled with his eyes for Wu Feng not to speak and to look at the real master.

Under Wu's hint, Wu Feng finally turned his head and saw the real master.

The moment he saw the real master, Wu Feng immediately felt the surrounding world begin to shrink and pile up crazily like a curtain, finally turning into a small black dot, which was caught by a pair of aged palms and then thrown into a large mouth.

The person who possessed such powerful ability was that old monk.

This old monk was still by the old tree, but he had already stood up.

And Wu Feng now had also come out from the previous environments and was still standing with Wu at the gate of the dilapidated temple.

Only at this very moment did Wu Feng feel that the temple seemed to be a little different.

For example, there seemed to be fewer monks; at least from the entrance, it seemed so.

However, very quickly, Wu Feng felt that the number of monks had returned to the same state as before.

"No need to look, it has no meaning." The old monk finally made a sound.

This voice sounded even more aged than before, and it was even harder to detect any flavor of vitality within it.

It felt as if, just by hearing this voice, Wu Feng could infer that this old monk was almost at the end of his life.

After the old monk finished speaking, Wu Feng also turned back, looked at him, and then said: "This Master, it seems your situation is not very optimistic; you have actually released your own treasure palace of cultivation and even placed it in this Nine Nether Realm full of crises."

Through his previous experience, Wu Feng finally knew what this temple was.

This was actually the only real thing that Wu Feng and Wu were currently seeing: this old monk.

That dilapidated temple standing over there, and the monks walking back and forth at the temple gate, all belonged to the old monk's treasure palace.

A so-called treasure palace is, in fact, a small world that a cultivator's cultivation philosophy has unknowingly fused into.

This kind of small world is formed unknowingly and represents this cultivator's cultivation method, the cultivator's experiences, and even their values in dealing with the world.

The final destination of a cultivator's practice is to cultivate this treasure palace into a complete, great world.

If that happens, this cultivator will also become the embodiment of the rules, roaming in the void, and completely becoming a god or a Buddha.

And this old monk, he must have had a problem with his cultivation, and could only release his treasure palace to heal his wounds in this Nine Nether World.

The old monk listened to Wu Feng's words, smiled coldly, and then said: "It seems you know everything; then I won't talk nonsense."

"You hand over ten thousand clones to enter my treasure palace as nourishment for those concrete monks, and then I should be able to linger on for a period of time, how about it?"

When Wu Feng heard this, he was immediately unhappy. After all, although there were as many clones as he wanted—since Wu Feng's current ability allowed him to evolve clones infinitely—the clones this old monk wanted were clearly not the simple kind, but clones that possessed Wu Feng's own cultivation base.

Wu Feng could not evolve this level of clones infinitely; he could evolve at most one hundred thousand. ===== CHAPTER 3097 =====