Am I a Clone?

"Did you see that Daoist Tai Yuan?"

Bodhi's Soul's aged voice rang out once more.

Chen Feng looked toward Daoist Tai Yuan, who was battling God in the distant sky.

Chen Feng felt an inexplicable familiarity with this middle-aged man, yet he did not know what connection this person had to him.

Hearing Bodhi say this, he suddenly shuddered. He remembered what had happened with the Crown Prince's clone.

Impossible!

Chen Feng possessed exceptional comprehension. The moment Bodhi mentioned it, he immediately thought of something.

What connection could he have with a stranger? Bodhi had said the Immortal Emperor was one of their own, while Immortal Emperor Qian Yuan was Daoist Tai Yuan's disciple.

Then what relationship could he possibly have with them?

Could it be...

Chen Feng shook his head. He absolutely refused to believe it.

"Bodhi, if you know something, just tell me!"

Chen Feng's expression turned grave.

He had a bad feeling about this.

Bodhi's Soul nodded. "I will send the information into your Spiritual Sense. See for yourself!"

Buzz!

An invisible force of spirit shot out from Bodhi's Soul and entered the depths of Chen Feng's Spiritual Sense. It was a stream of information.

Chen Feng immersed himself in that information, and almost instantly, he understood.

But after understanding it, he was dumbfounded.

He could not believe it.

According to the information, Bodhi's Soul and the other eight Divine Tree Martial Souls had all been prepared for Chen Feng by Daoist Tai Yuan.

And Chen Feng himself had actually been a clone Daoist Tai Yuan split off after being injured long ago, in order to seek another path.

In other words...

I am Daoist Tai Yuan's clone? I am not myself?

Chen Feng had never been so solemn before.

How could he possibly be willing to