511 Commander Crixus

In the Golden Bastion of the Celestial Realm, Noah's main body was in the skies overlooking the expansive fortress of the Celestials.

He was currently on one of the huge Prime Warships that was just assigned to him, many others filling the skies around the Golden Bastion as the new legions of the four geniuses from the recent tournament were formed.

His hands fiddled with the Commander's Golden Medallion that set his identity as a Celestial Commander, his face turning to look far into the mystically swaying ancient trees of the Celestial Realm as he thought about the information that his clone was listening to from Old Man Inuit.

Past these many vibrant ancient trees filled with essence, there apparently existed a barrier that even the Founder, Aldrich, could not break!