What does he really look like

"But remember, the master not only returns to simplicity himself, his possessions do too."

"For example, this bowl in my hand. When you don't use your power to activate it, it looks like just a bowl."

"But even if you use your power to activate it, it's still just a bowl!"

"However, it's not an ordinary bowl!"

"So hurry up and accept it, accept it!"

Under the insistence of the two senior immortal cultivators,

Jiang Zhi was forced to accept more than twenty top-tier celestial artifacts.

Kitchen utensils, armed to the teeth.

Jiang Zhi was moved to tears.

There was a time when she would fight tooth and nail for a single mid-tier celestial artifact.

But now,

Top-tier celestial artifacts, as long as she wanted, it was just a matter of asking for more if not enough...

But she dared not get cocky.

She understood that all these changes began with the man she met on the island.

Everything she now possessed was given by him.

For the next half month,

Jiang Zhi focused on building the teleportation portal.

Under her arrangements, formations were set up around the portal, and a palace was moved and erected at the entrance, with the portal located in the palace's square.

She thought,

In case the master comes out and needs something, there would be a nice place to stay.

As for security matters,

She wasn't worried at all.

If some fool really dared to break in and cause trouble, just think about the thousand immortal cultivators and hundred earthly immortals inside...

Meanwhile, on the Immortal River Continent,

A major event was unfolding.

Countless experts and alien races launched an attack on the Heaven and Earth Sect.

Just as they thought they could trample the Heaven and Earth Sect, a monk appeared out of nowhere with a broom.

While saying "Amitabha" and "It's not good for you to carry swords and knives like this," he killed all the attackers.

After the battle, not even a single intact corpse could be found.

In the black hall,

Behind the curtain,

The Envoy, whose true appearance couldn't be seen, spoke with a trembling voice.

"We've fallen into a trap, we've fallen into a trap. This person truly has great schemes."

He said in a hoarse voice. Initially, when he heard that people from the Heaven and Earth Sect's island were teleporting away en masse, he thought they had chickened out and retreated, abandoning the place. That's why he sent people to attack the island, intending to use mystical methods to seize the fate.

But who knew,

This was an earth-shattering conspiracy.

It was a trap set specifically for them.

The Heaven and Earth Sect seemed to have been emptied, but in reality, they had long since made preparations, waiting for them to fall into the trap.

"I indeed underestimated the master of the Heaven and Earth Sect."

"What a brilliant strategy!"

The Envoy said in a hoarse voice, "It seems this person has completely positioned himself against us, ready to engage in a battle of wits and strength."

"Please calm down, Envoy."

A subordinate respectfully said, "Although this person has gained a small victory over us with his scheme, it's actually insignificant to us. On the contrary, it allows us to understand that the enemy is good at using strategies, making us more vigilant in future confrontations, preventing us from suffering greater losses. It can be considered a good thing."

"You're right."

A voice came from behind the curtain, "Let them jump around for a while longer. After we've gathered the fate from other planes, we'll deal with them together. At that time, in the face of absolute power, all their schemes will be futile."

"The Envoy is wise."

"By the way, any trace of the Destroyer of the World?" the Envoy asked.

"There's been no trace of the Destroyer of the World," the subordinate said. "If it weren't for his soul lamp still burning, I'd think he was dead."

"Hmph!"

"What exactly is this Destroyer of the World up to?" The Envoy's voice conveyed anger, then he ordered, "Continue searching for him."

"Yes!"

Heaven and Earth Sect.

Not far from the small island.

The Destroyer of the World had been sitting in meditation here for nearly a year.

Over this year, he had compressed his aura to its most concealed state, and reduced his vital energy to the most subtle level.

After all, this was near the enemy's lair.

He bore the great responsibility of guarding the formation and couldn't afford to be careless.