She looked at Qiansitelin, her brow furrowing slightly.
After Tuo Er Ke and Barton left, the Great Artisan God turned toward her.
“Is there something urgent?”
But then, without hesitation, he walked toward Qiansitelin.
Since Her Highness had come, it must be important.
Seeing the Great Artisan God approaching, Qiansitelin turned back to make an OK gesture toward Muxuan, then, without regard for the Great Artisan God, ran straight back to Muxuan’s side.
Watching the Great Artisan God left behind by Qiansitelin, Muxuan could only helplessly press her forehead.
“Can’t you even wait a moment?”
Qiansitelin smiled, then circled behind Muxuan and said softly:
“Her Highness is more important.”
Feeling a finger quietly land on her shoulder, Muxuan immediately shuddered and instinctively moved away a little.
“I’m not going to get into trouble… And stop touching me all the time!”
Seeing Muxuan’s slightly puffed cheeks, Qiansitelin’s smile brightened even more, but she obediently withdrew her hand.
“Alright~ Since Your Highness says so.”
While the two were playfully bickering, the Great Artisan God also walked over, but he turned his head slightly, avoiding directly looking at their interaction.
When Muxuan looked toward him, he slowly turned his head, bowing slightly with a trace of reverence.
“Your Highness, what business do you have with me?”
Muxuan nodded.
Her golden pupils blinked twice under the hood, unsure where to start.
After all, there were quite a lot of aspects involved.
Seeing her little Highness hesitating, Qiansitelin stepped forward and spoke on Muxuan’s behalf, explaining their purpose.
Muxuan was momentarily stunned, then looked at Qiansitelin with satisfaction, occasionally adding a couple of comments.
Soon, Qiansitelin told the Great Artisan God about their idea and rough plan for establishing a Holy City.
After all, their thoughts were just their thoughts; the specifics depended on the Great Artisan God’s opinion.
They also had no idea what the previous Holy City’s structure was like.
The Great Artisan God pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze behind him.
After a long while, he looked back.
“I do have some ideas… but if we need to start soon, I’m afraid…”
The Great Artisan God’s expression showed a hint of helplessness.
“The Watkan tribe has just gone through so much recently. Not to mention the huge population loss, even the supplies are insufficient.”
“The scale of the Holy City must be grand; that’s not just empty talk.”
“Moreover, they haven’t even settled down yet.”
“There’s no rush. Great Artisan God, could you elaborate on the specific implementation plan?”
Under the hood, Muxuan lifted her head slightly, looking at the Great Artisan God with some anticipation.
Though she said it wasn’t urgent, she was actually quite anxious.
Sage Xizhu’s specific goal was still unclear, and the Elven Forest and the Three Saints were clearly on the opposite side of the Church.
Moreover, their arrangements against the Church had been in place for a long time.
For now, it was only temporarily suppressed by the “Judgment” left by Beikeze.
But no matter how anxious she was, Muxuan also knew she couldn’t make the Watkan tribe start building the Holy City nonstop the moment they arrived.
Even black slaves wouldn’t be worked that hard!
The Great Artisan God remained silent for a moment, then asked:
“Your Highness, do you have paper and pen?”
Before Muxuan could answer, Qiansitelin waved her hand and brought out a piece of parchment and a charcoal pencil.
As if afraid the Great Artisan God had no place to draw, Qiansitelin even pulled out a table.
Then she placed the parchment and charcoal pencil on the table.
Seeing Qiansitelin’s move, Muxuan’s mouth twitched involuntarily.
“Sorry to trouble you, Great Artisan God.”
The Great Artisan God nodded, not minding Qiansitelin’s series of actions.
He didn’t care about the process, nor what Qiansitelin was thinking, as long as the items were provided.
The Great Artisan God’s rough fingers pinched the charcoal pencil and steadily made the first stroke on the yellowed parchment.
The rustling sound of charcoal against paper arose, and the charcoal-black lines quickly extended, soon outlining crisscrossing networks and clearly bounded zones.
“I have a fairly clear idea of the general framework.”
The Great Artisan God’s voice was low, carrying a heavy sense, and while drawing the Holy City, he explained:
“Though the glory of Fenisar has been tarnished, its skeleton remains.”
“The core is the [Holy City], the Heart of Holy City, the Source of Faith, and also the Beginning of Ascension.”
The charcoal pencil circled the central area forcefully.
“Four outer districts.”
His hand moved steadily outward, drawing four rectangular areas of similar size in the directions of southeast, southwest, northwest, and northeast, and labeled them with the names Muxuan and Qiansitelin had mentioned earlier.
“Sun, Moon, Star, Glow—not a bad idea.”
His strokes did not stop; he began to outline complex passages between the four strongholds and the central base.
The lines interwoven from energy nodes, rune veins, and some intent of space folding layered upon each other, shimmering with a faint glow, as if coming alive on the parchment.
“The connection between the four districts and the core not only relies on the traits of the Wonder Buildings but also on the transmission of Faith and Light.”
“This requires materials imbued with Divine Light as a foundation, supplemented by rune arrays to stabilize space… Among them, the consumption of Purple Crystal is the greatest.”
He paused, and the charcoal pencil drew a deep mark at the intersection of the light paths of the four districts, which was the area below the center of the [Holy City].
“The Holy City doesn’t have to be rigidly fixed, and moving doesn’t mean the Holy City cannot be built.”
“Therefore, I suggest… placing the ‘Judgment’ left by Beikeze here.”
The Great Artisan God raised his head, looking at Muxuan through the shadow of his hood.
“This semi-divine artifact contains the power of Rules, perfectly aligning with the foundation of the Holy City. It can become the concrete core of the Holy City’s laws; its power of judgment will integrate into the entire operational system of the Holy City, overseeing both inside and outside.”
“And the Tribunal can also be established on this foundation.”
Muxuan gazed at the gradually forming blueprint of the Holy City, a glint flashing in her golden eyes.
“Your Highness, although Tuo Er Ke unintentionally forged this item and caused the Church’s tragic state, the materials used have been verified.”
“So you can rest assured integrating it.”
Hearing the Great Artisan God say this as well, Muxuan immediately nodded vigorously.
“Mm!”
She could imagine the scene when the light paths are lit, the four districts resonate with the core, the surging power of faith and the power of rules intertwine into a net, and a true Light Barrier rises from the ground.
The “Judgment” left by Beikeze would be placed underground of this Holy City as its foundation.
This was also a kind of… inevitable closure to his deeds.
“Required materials…”
The Great Artisan God put down the charcoal pencil, furrowed his brow again, pointed at the special materials needed on the blueprint, and his voice carried a hint of gravity.
“The Watkan tribe’s stock is not much—only enough for one-tenth of the required materials… and that’s not even accounting for possible discrepancies.”