Kirin Art

Three moons—red, orange, and blue—hung in the sky, seeming alternately near and far.

Nights in the Origin Realm were bizarre and unimaginable. Even after coming to the Origin Realm so many years ago, Lin Zhen still felt unable to grasp the patterns behind the changing sun and moons here.

Bang, bang~!

The sound of a night watchman beating a wooden clapper echoed through the darkness from afar.

Lin Zhen walked slowly down the street, watching the shadows at his feet stretch out in three directions.

The Alchemist Guild was not located in a bustling district. Aside from those who came seeking medicine during the day, there were no ordinary residences within a thousand miles at night, making the area especially quiet.

Lin Zhen was not particularly satisfied with this breakthrough.

He felt that when he broke through to Domain King, his own power had not yet reached saturation. A breakthrough like this could not achieve the best possible results.

But reaching power saturation required accumulation over countless years, or a lucky opportunity. It was extremely difficult to achieve.

In truth, most people broke through normally. Lin Zhen was simply too much of a perfectionist.

His home's courtyard lay ahead. When Lin Zhen reached the entrance, he saw a small peddler pushing a cart toward him.

So late at night, and ordinary people still have it this hard.

Lin Zhen thought this, but his footsteps gradually came to a halt.

There were no ordinary residences near the Alchemist Guild. Why would this old man appear here in the middle of the night?

The cart arrived beside Lin Zhen. The old peddler's face was hazy and difficult to make out.

"Young man, care to buy some sundries?"

"What kind of sundries?"

"Incense candles, spirit money, burial clothes, coffins—everything a person needs after