Seizing the BOSS Template at the Start

Chapter 668: Chapter 337: Celestial City

Time after time, the beginnings of premonitions swiftly dispelled Baiyi’s daydreams.

Two golden treasure chests—one held an understanding of space, and the other was still the Comprehensive Potion Guide, which included potions that could utilize the Inquiry Branch.

However, this potion seemed to come from a more ancient era, and its level was not as high as the one obtained last time, but the techniques within were something that led to another pinnacle.

Returning to the laboratory, Baiyi sat cross-legged, his consciousness gradually sinking.

The familiar small wooden cabin, the familiar decorations, nothing had changed this time.

The Blood Contract and Holy Contract lay quietly on the table, and Baiyi did not gaze at them for long. He always maintained a silent attitude towards things that could not be changed.

Not touching them was the best choice.

After all, he could not be sure if there were traps from the Tower of Soul in those ’simple’ tasks.

Without absolute certainty and with minimal benefits, there was no need to take risks.

He checked the recent inheritance with his permission and found no differences from before.

Without guidance, it seemed no one could automatically become a Saint.

Baiyi also relied on the power of the panel.

Entering the Saint’s Tomb, he headed straight for his destination.

Regarding the use of the Asking Tree, Baiyi planned to try it himself, being one of the top Alchemists in Xia, he was quite confident.

Reaching out, the Saint’s Mark emitted a faint glow, resonating with the Saint’s Mark within it.

A consciousness slowly appeared in Baiyi’s mind, and after a low sigh, a surge of memories rushed forth.

"You still came..."

Buzz~

Baiyi’s eyes suddenly filled with golden light as countless bits of space system knowledge poured into his mind, and a golden sphere rapidly expanded.

It quickly became a Memory Golden Ball.

Baiyi’s vast magic power began to simulate the Memory Golden Ball, and gradually a second golden ball slowly appeared.

This could create two Books of Memory. He also needed to keep a copy of the space system knowledge for the future renovation of Celestial City into a Star Sea Battleship.

Once everything stabilized, Baiyi left the Saint’s Tomb and checked the reception hall once more.

Baiyi exited the inheritance.

The next entry should be the year before the Divine Descent.

Without lingering, Baiyi began the manufacturing of the Book of Memory.

Three days later, after giving the Book of Memory to Yuan Tang, Baiyi immersed himself in the busy endeavors of Celestial City.

The Celestial City was not something that could simply fly; all sorts of facilities needed to be perfected.

Including defensive alchemy array texts, attack weapons, and various other things requiring special skill points and a lot of time.

It even caused Baiyi to stop the manufacturing of the Mythical Armor at times.

However, during this manufacturing time, the Mythical Armor reached eighty in number.

The initial holders of Mythical Armor had already reached the Golden Middle Tier, on the verge of reaching Golden Upper Tier.

This growth was accelerated by talent strength; there weren’t many physical requirements since the Mythical Armor could adapt downwards to fit its host and grow alongside the host.

By the end of 1549, all six special skill points were used up.

And the construction of Celestial City was nearing its conclusion.

Although somewhat rudimentary, it still drew the attention of all Dawn Breakers, even those from the world’s outermost top echelons silently watched.

After all, Dawn was their root.

It wasn’t just them; other Federations were also keeping an eye on the rise of the Dawn Alchemy Civilization.

For instance, the Star Federation.

At the border of the Star, in the void, a Mage’s Throne quietly hovered in the air. Beneath it, belonging to the star was a Mechanical Legion and a vast team of mages clearing some stubborn Mutated Zones.

Several young Legendaries were engaged in back-and-forth battles with the Legendary-level Mutated Lord.

In the distance, a figure with black, depthless eyes exuding absolute oppression cautiously watched the Half-Elf.

However, the Half-Elf seemed somewhat absent-minded.

He leaned his head on one hand, draped a foot over the throne’s edge, and watched the screen’s increasingly alchemy-inscribed city with interest.

"Not bad... Almost catching up to the teacher..."

Just as the soft murmur echoed, the Ancient God’s Divine Envoy’s body exploded with a strong booming sound, and the entire sky turned abruptly dark, devoid of any light.

Sporadic whispers in the darkness seemed to coax the beings therein to the Other Shore representing death.

Below, many mages, and even newly ascended Legendaries, showed pain in their eyes as their Sanity Value plummeted rapidly. When the Sanity Value dropped to a certain point, they might join the whispers.

Noel furrowed his brow and glanced at the God with some helplessness.

"Can’t you skip this process?"

He rubbed his brow in slight frustration: "Or perhaps...."

He broke into a smile: "Do you realize you’re about to die?"

Buzz~

As soon as the words fell, a completely dark array abruptly appeared in the blackened sky.

Behind the Magic Throne, two additional Noels materialized, each holding a distinctly different magic staff, smiling at the Divine Envoy whose expression was obscured in the darkness.

Buzz~

In the firmament, a mighty Divine Power flickered, attempting to bestow the Divine Envoy with Divine Power.

But it was already too late.

The two Noels raised their Epic Level magic staffs, and an unsounding chant suddenly filled the air with the rumble of thunder.

The ancient magical language uttered the syllables of the Forbidden Curse.