Ning Zhuo was puzzled, sensing that Buddhist Doctor Meng Yaoyin had a deeper meaning in her words, but he couldn’t figure it out.
Unable to figure it out, he immediately used Divine Sense to inquire.
Buddhist Doctor Meng Yaoyin replied, "The secrets of heaven cannot be fully revealed. The path of Lifespan, though extraordinary, if abused excessively, will incur worldly jealousy and heavenly retribution."
"Especially some things, if you know them in advance, will surely cause the heavens and the earth to act, leading to drastic changes in the future, deviating from your calculated results, potentially even resulting in the exact opposite."
"I have already given you too many hints, Little Zhuo."
Ning Zhuo hurriedly said, "Mother, you know more than I do. I won’t ask, you must take care of yourself!"
Buddhist Doctor Meng Yaoyin turned around and walked to the front of the Paperman Army.
This is the seventh army, precisely because it was incomplete, it was vulnerable and was utilized by Meng Yaoyin during her lifetime.
The papermen stood silently where they were, having endured long ages.
The cinnabar on their thin armor seemed to have coagulated into blood spots, with an ancient scent of incense ash seeping from the seams.
The long spears of the foot soldiers stood ominously like a forest, the arrowheads of the crossbowmen hung with dew that had condensed cool.
Thirty-six Divine Chariots lay still like sarcophagi, the three-headed, six-armed Paper God held cloud bells and wind flags, yet appeared as earthen statues. Only the nine-zhang-nine-foot plain silk great flag was occasionally flapping in the eerie wind.
Buddhist Doctor Meng Yaoyin also stood still, gathering and brewing momentum.
After more than ten breaths, she parted her lips and softly chanted a mantra.
Oral Seal.
At the same time, her fingers flitted like butterflies.
Finger Seal.
Her spirit and mana were infused into the Array Plate, formally activating the arrangements she had set during her life.
The vast ground radiated a faint light.
The faint light quickly grew intense, becoming glaring, and was injected into each paperman.
This process lasted for twenty breaths, and the papermen swelled, as if ignited from within, turning each into human-shaped paper lanterns.
Finally, the Soul-Calling Banner at the top of the great flag jolted violently, its seven-layered tail writhing furiously like enraged serpents.
Swish swish swish...
The rustling of flying paper money filled everyone’s ears.
The papermen’s eye sockets lit up, gaining a spark of life. Countless talismans appeared all over them, glowing bright like branding iron!
It was as if the heavens were painting, color upon color spreading over the papermen, until completely rendered.
The Cow Cavalry stared ahead, their mounts snorting heavily, hooves starting to scratch the ground.
The fluttering paper armor swiftly thickened, transforming into heavy iron armor.
The long spears and shields solidified one after another, as did the bow and crossbow.
The three Paper Gods perched on the chariot shafts, however, were exceptions, without any changes.
The Central Army general slowly opened his eyes, his entire armor kaleidoscopic and radiant, most magnificent.
Buddhist Doctor Meng Yaoyin slowly ascended and then landed on the chariot, standing beside the central army general.
She beckoned to Sun Lingtong.
"Come on, come on." Sun Lingtong hurriedly led the Cow Cavalry Squad to merge into the army.
In the next moment, this paperman army roared into action!
The sacrificial platform battlefield.
The waters of Wangchuan had risen to a torrential state, encircling and lifting the entire altar, flowing endlessly.
The Lord of Wangchuan hid within the river, not revealing himself.
Yet in the high sky, the Ghost Fire Lord sat crossed-legged upon the Jiao Bone Lotus Platform, overlooking this expanse of river water. Beside him, planted in the lotus seed holes of the platform, stood nine candles. Each candle was as thick as an adult’s forearm.
Only the candle directly in front of the Ghost Fire Lord was burning.
"The Soul-attracting Candles truly live up to their name." The Lord of Wangchuan praised inwardly while healing.
To inherit the position of Lord of Ghost Fire Underworld, one must trek through the Silent Land of Flame Flow by foot and guard the Fire Soul Purgatory for eighty-one days.
This task was extremely difficult.
Thus, there were many times when, after the death of the previous Lord of Ghost Fire Underworld, there were no qualified heirs, leading to an empty throne, weakening the underworld’s power.
Often, this was an excellent opportunity for the Wangchuan Underworld to actively attack.
And as soon as a new Lord takes office, anyone meeting the conditions is invariably a formidable existence.
Hence, each Lord could bring prosperity to the Ghost Fire Underworld. A Ghost Fire Underworld with a Lord was often very powerful.
The current generation of Ghost Fire Lord is the same.
In life, he was a teacher at the Chi Ming Dao Academy, specializing in the Fire Element Technique. After becoming a ghost cultivator following death, he continued his path from life.
It is worth mentioning that the Chi Ming Dao Academy is a superpower, specializing in gathering all fire-related techniques and collecting all fire seeds in the world. Yin Jiu held a significant position there during his life and could become a lord because of his life’s accumulation, making him highly adept at fire manipulation.
Although in the Netherworld, the fire element is not as prosperous as in the Mortal World.
Nonetheless, Yin Jiu paved a unique path, expending all the accumulated resources of a prefecture and exerting all efforts to gather, allowing him to build upon past efforts and create nine different Exotic Fires.
The development of Exotic Fires had not reached the level of fire seeds, thus relying solely on fuel storage.
This fuel was constantly adjusted, refined, and upgraded, finally becoming the nine candles encircling him.
This was the culmination of his cultivation, and Yin Jiu couldn’t help but feel smug.
Consequently, he forsook the name used in life, adopting this close-to-nickname as his name.
Soul-attracting Candles!
Once these candles are lit, they can ignite Exotic Fires, forcefully drawing the souls of surrounding creatures into the candlelight, treating them as fuel to burn.
Even exerting full force, Yin Jiu could cause the soul of the Lord of Wangchuan to flicker within his body.
Of course, part of the reason for this was the consumption suffered by the Lord of Wangchuan in his two previous battles.
The Lord of Wangchuan was in such a state, while those outside the altar fared worse, having already lost half, now only one Nascent Soul remains, with less than ten thousand Forbidden Army left.