"Mirage."

Qian Xiaoping froze in place, his eyes beginning to lose focus.

His mind was filled with the domain lord's words: there was no Teleportation Formation, no positioning structure. All there was... was an "Artificial Angler."

A few breaths later.

He ran back into the "banquet hall" behind him without looking back.

Over the past few days.

Their efforts had not been entirely fruitless. They had essentially managed to peel the runes off the building's ceiling, but once detached, they would dissipate like mist and smoke. Now, however.

"Careful, careful!"

A group of Research Pavilion members stood on a crane, wielding all manner of tools as they carefully peeled the runes off the ceiling. Just before each piece came free, Mr. Na would grab it.

That kept it from dissipating.

However.

The runes on the ceiling were not one continuous whole, but separate segments. How could Mr. Na possibly hold so many runes with just two hands? Besides, this was only the first layer. There were many more layers inside.

"Mr. Na, do you have a solution?"

"I do."

"If not, I'll..." Chen Fan suddenly froze, then asked again as though he had misheard, "You have a solution?" What a rarity.

He had already been planning to think of another approach.

He had never expected to hear Mr. Na say he had a solution again after so long.

"Of course."

Mr. Na shrugged. "The Heavenly Dao's physical form can change freely. I simply use this appearance often. That doesn't mean it's my true form. If two hands aren't enough, I can just make a few more pairs."

The next instant—

Mr. Na's body began to change.

It squirmed rapidly like rubber.

Soon!

His body had lost all semblance of a human.

Instead, he became a "tray rack."

He resembled both