Chapter 796: Chapter 264: Army of Paper Figures_2
His speculation was soon proven true.
When Ning Zhuo completely refined the Qianmo Lamp, he discovered a total of seven paper effigy armies. Of these, the last army was about half incomplete in scale.
“Hmm?” Ning Zhuo observed carefully and found that in the seventh army, the soldiers were accumulating.
Bamboo skeletons had already been constructed, and a piece of ghastly pale talisman paper appeared out of thin air, drifting down onto the bamboo frame. Marks of talismans appeared on the paper, very slowly, at such a speed that it would take half a day to draw just a talisman character.
It was as if an invisible hand was silently folding the paper.
Although the process was slow, it exuded a sense of determination and patience.
Ning Zhuo calmed his heart, feeling a shock within: “This is the power of the White Paper Immortal City itself!”
It is this Immortal City in the Netherworld, silently weaving paper effigy armies.
At this rate, it would take at least several decades to complete such an army.
Seven paper effigy armies…
This was accumulated quietly over the years!
“So, who on earth originally established the White Paper Immortal City? What was their true purpose?”
Ning Zhuo discovered the core secret of the White Paper Immortal City!
“Does the current White Paper City Lord know this secret?”
Ning Zhuo thought for a moment and felt it was unlikely.
The reason was simple.
Back then, when his mother came to the White Paper Immortal City, the city almost perished in the Ghost Tide. If the White Paper City Lord had known about such a trump card, how could they have sought help from the Myriad Images Sect?
Did they really think such help came without a price?
Look at present-day Wen Ruanyu, a representative of the Myriad Images Sect, constantly stationed in this city, a high-ranking member of the White Paper Immortal City, isn’t she?
It goes without saying that every year the White Paper Immortal City would send a large amount of profit to the Myriad Images Sect.
And here, it’s not just the Myriad Images Sect.
There are also major demon sects like the Soul Devouring Sect which have set up a branch here. Otherwise, Ning Zhuo wouldn’t still be acting under the guise of Jiao Ma.
“Did my mother inform the White Paper City Lord after making her arrangements here?”
Ning Zhuo’s brow furrowed even tighter.
This situation was much more complicated.
Because considering this issue involves understanding Meng Yaoyin’s true stance.
“Mother is compassionate and kind, she would not hesitate to sacrifice her own longevity to protect the city, a model of the Righteous Path. But she is also a Golden Core True Transmission of the Myriad Images Sect, what is her relationship with the sect?”
If Meng Yaoyin had previously openly informed the sect, it would have been easier to judge.
The key is that back then, Meng Yaoyin preferred to report to the sect that she had lost the palace lamp and was eliminated from the Flying Cloud Conference, insisting on concealing this matter. What was the reason behind this?
There are so many mysteries!
Ning Zhuo couldn’t figure it out for a moment, which led Sun Lingtong to ask with concern: “Little Zhuo, are you having trouble refining? I have a Stealing Technique that might help you think of a solution.”
Ning Zhuo shook his head and explained the details.
Sun Lingtong was first surprised: “This Qianmo Lamp is of Magic Treasure Level, and Little Zhuo, you managed to refine it quickly, I thought it would take at least three days and nights.”
Ning Zhuo realized after the fact: “Mechanical Artifacts are not unified entities, they are always easier to refine compared to typical magic treasures.”
“However, even so, indeed, I refined it quite quickly!”
“Perhaps it is because my mother’s blood flows in me, that I have this connection?”
Sun Lingtong: “That’s not the focus right now.”
“Little Zhuo, you’re so lucky to have made such a great discovery!”
“Can you see if you can extract these paper effigy armies and keep them with us?”
Ning Zhuo immediately shook his head: “Harder than climbing to the heavens!”
The paper effigy armies were the workings of the White Paper Immortal City itself; to steal them back would involve the City’s own prohibitions and overcome the real barrier between Yin and Yang.
Even though Ning Zhuo refined the Qianmo Lamp, he could only sense them, not steal them.
“Ah, what a pity, what a pity.” Sun Lingtong held his head and lamented within the Ten-Thousand-Li Travelling Dragon.
To him, this feeling was unbearable, akin to entering a treasure mountain and returning empty-handed!
“No, no!”
“I just don’t believe it. Little Zhuo!”
Sun Lingtong, his nature arising, called out: “Is there no way other than sensing these armies through which they can be affected?”
“That’s not entirely…” Ning Zhuo hesitated immediately.
Sun Lingtong, knowing Ning Zhuo well, his eyes gleamed sharply as he snorted twice in annoyance: “I knew it, Little Zhuo, your mother is impressive, no less than my teacher. How could there be only such shallow arrangements?”
“Hurry, don’t hide anything from me!”
Ning Zhuo then said: “After I completely refined the Qianmo Lamp, I can use it to escape my soul and directly infuse it into a specific paper effigy to activate it. Boss, you…”
Sun Lingtong waved his hand to interrupt Ning Zhuo, then threw his head back and laughed heartily: “I want to go!”
Just as Sun Lingtong understood Ning Zhuo, Ning Zhuo also knew Sun Lingtong well.
Ning Zhuo concealed this for fear that Sun Lingtong, once his spirit arose, would want to take risks again.
Ning Zhuo naturally wouldn’t deceive Sun Lingtong, but he could withhold certain details.
Now, having been discovered by Sun Lingtong, it turned out just as Ning Zhuo thought; too unwilling to give up, he must go on the adventure, impossible to stop.
“Boss, this situation is unlike before.”
“In the Fire Persimmon Immortal City, if you were imprisoned, I could still bribe my way in and out, to rescue you. Now if your soul enters the Netherworld and you’re trapped, I would have no way to help.”
Sun Lingtong, upon this reminder from Ning Zhuo, laughed: “Little Zhuo, you know me, if I don’t go, my heart will claw at me.”
He strongly persuaded, starting from the point that Ning Zhuo’s Mechanical Ring had not issued a warning, then mentioned that between him and Ning Zhuo there was the Life Hanging Thread, even if in peril, as Ning Zhuo’s strength grew, he could rescue him, adding that if a Paper General could be stolen, it would provide them Nascent Soul Level combat strength?
“I ask you, aren’t you curious about the arrangements of the White Paper Immortal City?”
“Just watching here in the Mortal World, without exploring, how would you learn more secrets?”
“Don’t worry, I know the weight of things, I have a strong feeling that there will be significant gains this time!”
Ning Zhuo wanted to roll his eyes: “Boss, you say that every time.”
He stroked the Mechanical Ring; seeing it still unresponsive, had to relent: “Fine, fine.”
“I’ll secretly send you down.”
“Let’s set a time, and when it’s up, you come back. Don’t overdo it, otherwise, I’ll personally come to rescue you.”
What can be said, brothers backed each other up in the Fire Persimmon Immortal City for so many years, what else could be done?
It was Sun Lingtong’s reaction upon hearing Ning Zhuo say he would rescue him that became serious, he did not doubt Ning Zhuo’s determination, knowing he would risk peril, letting his soul depart to the Netherworld to save him.
Sun Lingtong hesitated not for himself but cherished Ning Zhuo, immediately reminding himself to proceed with caution, not to drag his good brother into trouble.
“Seven armies before seven positions, Boss, which place do you want to go to?”
Sun Lingtong chose without hesitation: “The furthest, the furthest.”
The furthest army was the seventh, not yet complete.
Ning Zhuo continued feigning the appearance of refining the Qianmo Lamp, yet secretly sent Sun Lingtong’s soul to the Netherworld.
Sun Lingtong’s soul left his body, immediately transmigrated.
The sensation of transmission was uncomfortable, as if he were being rolled into a ball, squeezed into a tunnel, constantly tumbling and sliding, bumping in the process, swallowing dirt and eating dust.
Sun Lingtong’s soul appeared out of nowhere, falling onto the nether soil.
Still in the form of a small child.
“Ptooey, ptooey!” Sun Lingtong stood up, patted himself, shaking off the dusty energy from his body.
“Boss, can you hear me?” Ning Zhuo urged the Divine Power Life Thread in secret, using the palace lamp to send out his divine sense.
Sun Lingtong’s soul laughed silently, immediately replying in secret: “Good brother, I hear you, hear you!”
“Watch your boss become a Nascent Soul General!”
As he said this, he excitedly ran into the paper effigy army, heading straight for the central area.
The Paperman Soldiers stood quietly in place, as if waiting for some change.