The pills Jiang Ping An needed were far beyond what he could afford right now.
Several hundred billion Sacred Land Coins was an astronomical sum for someone with no backing and a destroyed origin.
Still, there was hope at last.
"I'll figure out how to make money when I get back."
For the time being, Jiang Ping An put the matter aside and went to the shopkeeper to exchange for two hundred million worth of daily cultivation pills.
In the end, two hundred and fifty million Sacred Land Coins were credited to his account.
Jiang Ping An took the money to other shops and bought an ordinary [Phantom Spirit Cultivation Platform], spending ten million.
This [Phantom Spirit Cultivation Platform] was not of a high grade, but it was usable. It was simply possible for its connection to the Sacred Realm's laws to fail, causing the projected characters to lag.
It would do for now. He could replace it once he had money later.
After purchasing more supplies, he was left with only fifty million Sacred Land Coins.
He kept some money aside for emergencies.
With the supplies in tow, Jiang Ping An spent more than ten days returning to Galaxy Lake.
Starlight glittered around Galaxy Lake, and in the quiet surroundings, he could hear the waves lapping against the shore.
Just as Jiang Ping An was about to fly back to the center of Galaxy Lake, he suddenly sensed something and looked toward a radiant divine tree by the shore.
Beneath the divine tree sat a man in meditation.
That man's handsome face was so dazzling that it eclipsed all his other features. Even Galaxy Lake itself seemed to have lost its original colors.
Jiang Ping An stopped, hung the Galaxy Lake administrator's badge at his waist, and transmitted his