The Destruction Realm still appeared as tranquil as ever.
Perhaps it was because he now stood from a different perspective.
When Qin Shaofeng returned to the Destruction Realm, he made himself look utterly bedraggled, his body drenched in blood as though he had just gone through a brutal slaughter and barely retreated in defeat.
He knew perfectly well that the commotion of breaking through space could not possibly be concealed.
He had never considered concealing it. Instead, he created a scene of blood scattered across the ground where he stood, then took a step and arrived millions of miles away.
With a slight change in his appearance, he transformed into someone else.
This world felt exceedingly real to him.
Yet compared to this world that merely looked real, Qin Shaofeng trusted the Su Feng he had seen with his own eyes more.
He remembered Old Ancestor Gusu's words with perfect clarity.
Su Feng, the Destruction Sect's sect master, had been sealed within the Heart of Death where Qin Shaofeng currently was, rather than ruling this world like some mountain king.
Then the problem had to lie with the world before his eyes.
What Su Feng had told him sounded, at first hearing, as though it contained countless unbelievable details. Yet Qin Shaofeng knew very well that those very things people found impossible to believe were likely the true facts.
With the Spirit of Myriad Transformations divine pattern, Qin Shaofeng seemed to have truly become one of the most ordinary people in this world.
He did not release any aura of cultivation, yet with a single step, he had already arrived within an incomparably magnificent city.
Such a method was indeed highly risky.
But Qin Shaofeng could not be bothered to walk here step by step. Besides, if things were truly