Light Goose struggled slightly in Luo Si’s hand, the power of the seal had been consumed significantly, causing the aura of the magic treasure to leak out from time to time.
This aura felt familiar to Ning Zhuo, and he immediately recalled a precious ruler he had seen on the battlefield of White Paper Immortal City.
This ruler was obviously thrown by the Immortal City Lord of White Paper Immortal City, possessing extraordinary divine power, dominating on the battlefield!
However, later Buddhist Doctor Meng Yaoyin took Ning Zhuo directly into the Qujing, heading to the Netherworld, without participating in the subsequent defensive battle.
Thus, he did not know that the City Lord’s avatar took this ruler out of the city to chase the enemy, transforming the ruler into the Light Goose to attack Luo Si’s forces and ended up tragically losing the artifact.
Therefore, Ning Zhuo felt unfamiliar seeing the Light Goose, but the aura was familiar.
He looked at Luo Si: "Is this...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Luo Si nodded, telling Ning Zhuo that the Light Goose was transformed from the precious ruler. He had captured and sealed it at the front line, always carrying it with him.
Ning Zhuo’s eyes instantly sparkled, staring intently at the Light Goose.
His heart was touched, because the form of the goose reminded him of a crucial piece of information—
That omen poem!
"Ghost tide overflows, White Paper endangered, a lone swan carries a candle breaking the sky’s veil. A guest star should reflect the North of Wen Shu, myriad images lit, calamity self-destroyed."
The City Lord’s paperman avatar originally told this poem directly to Ning Zhuo, thinking he was the savior of White Paper Immortal City’s great tribulation.
Ning Zhuo had always thought so too.
"This omen poem was divined by Sang Le Youling."
"It was a prediction made to solve the calamity of White Paper Immortal City."
"Don’t forget, the Lord of Wanchuan was struck with Heavenly Retribution from the Mortal World, so the lifespan of the Mortal World likely secretly aided Sang Le Youling."
"This omen poem she crafted is very likely prepared for me!"
"Could this be the correct method for me to defeat the Lord of Wanchuan and thwart his century-old sinister plot?"
Although Ning Zhuo wasn’t as literarily cultivated as a Confucian Cultivator like Wen Ruanyu, his foundation was quite solid.
He spent years in the Library of Fire Persimmon Immortal City, immersing himself in books.
Therefore, he knew: a lone swan often refers to a solitary swan, a common imagery in poetry creation. Many poets often use the mournful cries of a lone swan, solitary and isolated, to express their emotions of loneliness, drifting, or unfulfilled careers.
This Light Goose fits perfectly with the "lone swan" in the omen poem, doesn’t it?
Having naturally connected the dots, Ning Zhuo said to Luo Si: "Release some of the seal slightly."
Luo Si: ?
Mere speculation was superficial and insufficient for Ning Zhuo to command so.
The key was that after seeing the Light Goose, a natural sense arose within him, feeling he could control this Light Goose!
Strangely, this feeling was very natural, like limbs to the body, a kind of inherent confidence in control.
Luo Si’s expression became slightly serious, thought about it, but still decided to do as Ning Zhuo said.
Although he didn’t understand, feeling it was risky, he thought of his recent allegiance and indeed needed to be more obedient to orders, and also of the Grey Bone Elder.
Luo Si carefully exerted force to slightly release some seal. The reduction in restraints instantly enlivened the Light Goose.
The Light Goose started to struggle.
The remaining seal began to be violently consumed by its power!
Luo Si’s face quickly flushed red, he strongly stimulated mana to support the seal, suppressing the Light Goose.
The intensity of the struggle grew so large that even Luo Shang couldn’t hold it steadily, causing his whole upper body to sway with it.
The Qing Jiao Army, having all participated in the defense of White Paper Immortal City, had witnessed the divine power of the Taixu Disintegration Ruler.
Not long ago, from Luo Si and Ning Zhuo’s conversation, they learned about the identity of the Light Goose. Now seeing it struggle, they instinctively stepped back in large strides.
However, Ning Zhuo, bold as ever, took the initiative to step forward, reaching out towards the Light Goose.
"Xiao Ma!" Qing Chi exclaimed, deeply concerned.
Ning Zhuo knew, if not persuaded, Qing Chi’s personality would definitely run over to hug him.
He turned to Qing Chi with a smile: "Don’t worry, I’m the one favored by fate, the savior of White Paper Immortal City."
Qing Chi got lost in Ning Zhuo’s confident smile, hesitating: "But..."
Her shoulder was held down by Qing Yan.
Ning Zhuo turned around, gazed at the Light Goose, and gradually reached out, continually shortening the distance between them.
Sensing Ning Zhuo’s aura, the Light Goose reacted immediately, miraculously stopping its struggle and instead raising its head, also looking back at Ning Zhuo.
This peculiar phenomenon caused an audible gasp from everyone present.
Luo Si’s pupils slightly shook, raising more expectations for Ning Zhuo.
Ning Zhuo slowly reached out, as the distance closed, the Light Goose became increasingly calm, ceasing its struggle and exhibiting none of its previous restlessness.
However, Luo Si’s expression grew more serious, although more confident in Ning Zhuo, he, as the Main General, naturally had to consider all circumstances.
He was worried that the Light Goose’s calm was just a facade, actually gathering strength for a burst, hence he covertly accumulated power, preparing for any potential crisis.
Ning Zhuo’s palm and the Light Goose drew increasingly closer.
Undoubtedly, it was a gamble!
Ning Zhuo felt his mouth dry and tongue parched.
He had witnessed firsthand how the Taixu Disintegration Ruler instantly disintegrated Sang Le Youling. This precious ruler was extremely formidable, Golden Core Cultivators could hardly withstand a single blow.
Ning Zhuo himself only had Foundation Establishment Cultivation.
But regardless of the apprehension inside, Ning Zhuo remained composed and calm on the surface.
"The Mechanical Ring is also very quiet, which means I’m not in danger!"
Ning Zhuo continued extending his palm towards the Light Goose.
The Light Goose actively raised its head, gently rubbing against Ning Zhuo’s palm, uttering a quacking sound.
The sound was loud, stirring a ripple of white light, spreading rapidly around like a sound wave.