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.
