White Paper Immortal City.
South of the City.
Paperman Giant Statue, hidden formation space.
Ning Zhuo sat cross-legged in mid-air, holding the Qianmo Treasure Lamp in his hands, having refined eighty percent of it.
In the corner, a portrait avatar of Wen Ruanyu closely watched Ning Zhuo, ready to react if the latter attempted to flee with the treasure.
At this moment, Ning Zhuo's eyes were slightly closed, and he appeared quite calm on the surface, but his heart was stirred with great waves!
It was because, through the eighty percent connection with the Qianmo Lamp, he glimpsed the scene of the Netherworld.
In a certain Yin Cave, countless paperman soldiers were tightly arranged. Their armor, thin as cicada wings, rustled in the dark wind, and each piece was adorned with vermillion stars.
Their faces seemed made-up, with arched eyebrows slanting into the temples, and two patches of rouge resembling old bloodstains. Their lips were drawn thin, pressed into a narrow line.
