Others did not know where the Primordial Battlefield lay, but Luo Qian did. The Heaven-Defying Pill. As he rode the Thundercloud Fire Leopard, his body bounced up and down, but the turmoil in his heart was far greater. A glimmer of dawn had broken through five hundred years of darkness. So he might not have to endure those five hundred years after all!
The first step was to find the Heaven-Defying Pill. Now that he knew where it was, he had to find a way through the Primordial Battlefield unharmed. The second step was to prepare for his tribulation as a Tribulation Immortal. A five-hundred-year Immortal Tribulation was no small matter. Of the Tribulation Immortals before him, most had fallen to it even if they survived the five hundred years. What could a first-tribulation Immortal use to stand against an Immortal Tribulation?
But Luo Qian was different. Luo Qian had money. With money, he could buy powerful Magical Artifacts. He already had the Golden-Armored Automaton and the Torch Dragon Boat. If he could acquire a few more Divine Artifacts or Sacred Artifacts, he could withstand the heavenly tribulation. From now on, he would have to keep an eye out for such exceedingly rare Magical Artifacts.
Having made up his mind, Luo Qian headed back. Goods smuggled from the Mortal Realm were becoming easier and easier to imitate. He urgently needed to open a new smuggling route. Surely no one could imitate goods smuggled from the Divine Realm.
On his last return from the Divine Realm, Luo Qian had brought back a heap of odds and ends. They had sat in the mountain's Underground Palace ever since, with no time to sort through them. Before setting out, a very real, very practical problem suddenly troubled him: he had no Energy Coins.