Fake Death Technique

Zhou Feng finally figured out that this small world had always operated according to certain rules.

And the so-called abbot was merely a puppet, with no core authority at all.

The people within this small world were nothing more than crops.

The people of this small world were essentially unable to escape for all eternity. Providing faith power and incense offerings was their only fate.

It was more like the vegetable garden of some great expert.

But this left him somewhat confused. Why had this small world chosen him to be the abbot?

And was the position of abbot truly necessary?

"There must be a reason. If the position of abbot served no purpose, it would never have been created."

He frowned.

He had not expected to be so unlucky. The moment he entered the Central Plains, he had stumbled into a great expert's vegetable garden.

Did every cultivator who entered the Central Plains experience something like this, or was he simply exceptionally unlucky?

"Wait! The previous abbot also came from outside? And none of the abbots were people from this small world..."

Zhou Feng suddenly grasped the key point.

There was definitely something wrong here. It might even concern the secret of this Dojo.

Just as Zhou Feng continued thinking, the Buddha Lotus Fire on his body not only failed to subside, but instead grew increasingly terrifying.

Buddhist faith power gradually began to infect his entire body.

The Buddhist chants by his ears also became clearer and clearer, making them increasingly difficult to suppress.

Seeing this, Guan Ming could not help shaking his head. It seemed this new abbot before him was still no good.

He was even holding out for less time than the previous abbot.

The previous abbot had at least lasted several years before yielding, while