If it hadn't been for someone who finally realized something was off and promptly responded,
probably half of the beings from the Wuxiang realm would have died in that unprecedentedly grand Illusory Realm, a horrific nightmare to the extreme.
Chen Chang'an's use of the Illusory Grass was not intended to create illusionary worlds.
He planned to utilize the root tendrils of the grass for his own purpose.
By applying some ground powder of the root tendrils onto his face, he could effectively alter his appearance into someone else's.
For something as ancient as the Immortal Grass, this function was not difficult.
Moreover, this transformation assured that no one would recognize him.
Craack~!
Without further delay, Chen Chang'an quickly plucked several root tendrils from the Illusory Grass.
"Hiss~! It kills me!"
"Damn it, kid, can't you be a little gentler?"
"My beard!"
Caught off guard by Chen Chang'an's sudden move, Shen Xuzi immediately let out a cry of pain.