Though it was called a broken bowl, it was actually a black alms bowl. Its entire body was pitch-black, as if charred by smoke and fire, hiding its material.
The Little Earth Immortal's head was stuck perfectly in the alms bowl.
As darkness descended, the Little Earth Immortal started thrashing around, bumping into the collapsed altar three times before finally pulling the bowl off his head.
Whether it was from the bumps or being stuck, the Little Earth Immortal suddenly became a bit smarter.
"This isn't right, I can't stay here any longer. Zhang Ze will surely find my location, and staying means he will capture me again."
"I must run!"
The Little Earth Immortal rolled on the ground, got up, and began cleaning the ground with a feather duster where he had written his plan to unite the world.
When he was just practicing boxing, he had purposely avoided this area.
"This plan must not be leaked!"
