Upon entering the Main World, Qin Yu once again had to choose a landing spot.

He definitely needed a location near a city—to offload the junk cluttering his inventory first, then restock essentials for building his territory.

“I choose within the territory of the Luminous Theocracy.”

No sooner had he confirmed the choice than Qin Yu, Silver Crimson Snow, and Luna materialized in a remote wilderness.

Close to a town under the Theocracy’s jurisdiction, the area was relatively peaceful.

To be fair, the Luminous Theocracy kept order well. As a faith-based institution, when in doubt—let the Holy Light guide you.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen a normal world…” Silver Crimson Snow murmured, voicing Luna’s unspoken thought.

After lingering too long in the Bloodsoul Domain, they’d forgotten the true colors of reality—everything now seemed filtered through crimson haze.

The Main World continent, also called the Land of Origin, was the cradle of all life. Gods’ domains crisscrossed here amid endless conflict.

Spanning roughly a hundred times Blue Star’s size, its boundless lands and seas intertwined, weaving countless factions together.

Major continental regions: Central, Eastern, Western, Southern, and Northern Continents.

Oceanic zones: Western Ocean, Eastern Ocean, Far Eastern Sea.

Smaller dependent territories also existed—like the Far East or Shadow Continent.

When Blue Star fused with this world in a past life, its lands projected here, forming a new continent.

In short—the Main World expanded infinitely.

The Theocracy sat in the southwestern Central Continent, a tranquil zone. Eastward lay danger: contested lands where the Greenwood Tribes and Drow Elves clashed.

“There’s a nearby town. Let’s head there,” Qin Yu said.

He just wanted to dump the junk in his storage. Would the town merchants even have enough coin?

Before reaching the town, they spotted a merchant caravan rolling out.

“Delivered right to our doorstep,” Qin Yu noted.

No need to enter town—a large caravan made the perfect buyer.

Soon, three figures blocked the caravan’s path.

“Boss! Roadblock ahead!” a guard reported. The entire caravan halted.

“Bandits? Greenskins?”

“Three humans. Not bandits. And… two stunningly beautiful girls among them.”

“…”

The merchant hesitated. “Find out their business.”

“Yes, sir!”

Fully armed guards faced Qin Yu’s trio—vigilance sharp.

“Who are you? Why block our caravan?”

“My apologies. We’re travelers seeking a ride.”

The guard relayed the reply.

“Travelers? Tell them the town’s just ahead. Move aside.”

When the message returned, Qin Yu calmly added, “The town isn’t our destination. Ask your employer: would he care to befriend a skilled alchemist?”

“An alchemist?”

Guards whispered. Qin Yu smiled slightly. Alchemists held immense prestige here—even novices underwent grueling trials.

The Alchemists’ Union, the largest guild, had only 100,000 registered members; countless others remained uncertified.

Think civil servants back on Blue Star—but far more esteemed.

“Please deliver this. I trust your employer recognizes quality.”

Qin Yu tossed a green healing potion—brewed casually from roadside herbs—to the guard.

“Wait here. I’ll report immediately.”

After examining the vial closely, the merchant shot to his feet, face grave. “Take me to him—now!”

While waiting, Qin Yu’s group grew restless.

“Master… can a potion you whipped up *casually* really impress anyone?” Silver Crimson Snow asked.

Her question betrayed her ignorance.

“Only a Grandmaster alchemist brews high-purity healing potions. And *you*, a Bloodkin, don’t know this?” Luna added with a smirk.

Silver Crimson Snow glared. Luna held her ground.

“A mere servant of a servant dares address your master’s master so?”

“A puppet sealed centuries by usurpers—for a so-called ‘awakening’—dares claim mastery over a god?”

“A *god*? You mean the Rank-4 deity now toyed with by a Rank-1 human?”

Luna flinched, fury burning behind helpless eyes—truly a fallen tiger bullied by dogs.

“Enough. Stop it,” Qin Yu cut in. Another minute of this, and chaos would erupt.

The merchant hurried over, bowing deeply. “Respected Alchemist Sir…” Flattery dripped from his portly face. Qin Yu shifted uncomfortably. Silver Crimson Snow and Luna exchanged disdainful glances.

“You seek passage?”

“Yes. Where is your caravan headed?”

Chuckling, he patted his beer belly. “Next stop: another town. Then—the Holy Capital.”

*Perfect.* The Holy Capital, seat of the Luminous Theocracy, aligned with Qin Yu’s plans—he had intelligence to trade.

“Then we’re headed the same way.”

After brief negotiation, they joined the caravan.

“I never imagined someone so young could be such a formidable alchemist. Surely you’ve reached Expert level?” the merchant probed. *Such talent must mark him as a Union prodigy. These girls? Combat Puppets for protection—especially the silver-haired, crimson-eyed one.*

“More or less…”

*(Expert → Master → Grandmaster. Round it up—it’s basically the same.)*

“By the way, I have items to sell. Interested?”

“Of course! However much you have—I’ll take it all!”

Then Qin Yu unloaded the entire mountain of “junk” from his storage.

The merchant’s face twitched.

*Who carries this much?! That storage space alone costs a fortune… Did he really fill it all with trash?!*