City of Rest

"..."

After digesting the inheritance of Alchemy Civilization, the Yin Spirit's Divine Sense withdrew from the silver gear sphere.

Yin Ming returned to the library, brewed himself a cup of black tea, leaned back in a leather armchair, and closed his eyes as though enjoying an idle afternoon nap.

Yet within his Sea of Consciousness, a tempestuous storm surged, his thoughts racing.

The mirror light reflected by the meditative True Mirror replicated an Alchemical City. Half his thoughts became tiny figures, continuously extracting the knowledge needed for the third refinement of the White-Bone Soul Banner from that city.

The other half of his thoughts were drafting the blueprints for the White-Bone Soul Banner's third refinement.

Yin Ming took a sip of the scalding tea and murmured, "The White-Bone Soul Banner's third refinement can no longer be a banner in name but a staff in truth."

"It will be a palace, a city—like Fengdu, the ghost city of legend—called the City of Rest."

Rest!

The resting place of the dead.

With its outward form decided, he would use alchemical knowledge to add functions beyond the Undying Law.

Before long, the Alchemical City had been dismantled into ruins, and vast quantities of alchemical knowledge could be applied to the City of Rest.

Beneath the True Mirror's White Moon, something arose from nothing: a bone palace steeped in chilling cold, with Undead Miasma becoming black winds of extinguished life.

This was the core sketch of the Netherworld.

As its creator, Yin Ming had done enough merely by drawing the rough blueprint!!

The Lich would refine the details, while the other buildings of the City of Rest would be constructed by the undead race.

"The City of Rest should stand at the very center of the Endless Bone Sea, producing undead bones to strengthen