Immortal Creation.

Chapter 652 Asking for Divine Assistance
"A military camp for a festival?" Qing Chi's eyes lit up when Ning Zhuo reminded him, and he took out a paper model from his storage belt.

It lay in Qingchi's palm, smaller than a young girl's hand, as exquisite and delicate as a child's toy.

The entire military camp was made of a strange, pale white talisman paper that was folded, cut, and pasted together. The window frames, camp gates, towers, and even the miniature altar in the central square were clearly visible. The details were so exquisite that they were astonishing, and it also emitted a smell of incense ash mixed with cold grave soil.

It was the military camp for the sacrificial ceremony.

This is a major military weapon, and it is very expensive to manufacture.

Qingchi and Ningzhuo naturally couldn't create it, nor did they have the resources to do so. This was lent to them by the current city lord of the White Paper Immortal City.

In the process of building an army, there is a link called weaponry.

A large amount of military equipment is needed to complete even the most basic military buildup.

The city lord of Baizhi Immortal City voluntarily lent the Qingjiao Army a large amount of military equipment, not only for the sacrificial military camp, but also for the Bone Blade Battle Flag, the Crescent Moon Greatsword, the Sky-Splitting Spear, and the Black Blood Paper Horse.

There was only one military camp for the sacrificial ceremony.

Immediately, Qing Chi channeled his magic and military power into the military camp in his hands.

Qingchi's total magical power was far from enough to drive this weapon, but the Qingjiao Army now possessed ample military strength.

A large amount of military force was mobilized in an instant and completely absorbed by the sacrificial army camp.

The paper military camp flew into the air and hovered motionless.

The next moment, countless fine runes rapidly appeared, moved, and intertwined on the surface of the paper barracks.

The runes shone ever brighter.

Paper military camps also began to rise sharply.

The folded paper wall unfolded like blooming flowers, layer by layer, hardening and rising higher! In the blink of an eye, the towering dark blue stone wall, engraved with solemn ghost symbols and animal head totems, stood majestically! The crenellations on the top of the wall were like interlocking dog teeth.

Towers, barracks, stables, drill grounds... all structures are transformed from the abstract to the concrete through the flow of runes, turning from paper into cold rocks and ghostly ironwood!
In the center of the military camp, the most conspicuous miniature altar in the model has now transformed into a white bone altar, ten feet square and with nine tiers of steps! The top of the altar is flat and engraved with a huge and complex magic circle, exuding a mysterious aura that attracts and communicates with the will of ghosts and gods.

The appearance of the military camp caused a stir.

The entire Qingjiao Army was astonished, but the mounts remained motionless, proving that the Black Blood Paper Horse was a very stable and reliable military weapon.

Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi remained calm.

The two had previously made private contact with and learned about all the military equipment. This festival military camp was no exception.

"Enter the camp! Ascend the altar!" At Qing Chi's command, the Qing Jiao Army quickly and orderly poured into the suddenly appeared shelter, finally forming a solemn array below the altar.

Qingchi was in front, and Ningzhuo was slightly behind him, as they ascended the altar together.

Qingchi infused military power and activated the altar.

Ning Zhuo then took out a large number of purplish-blue talisman coins and threw them into the center of the magic array.

The magic array began to operate, emitting a gray light. The gray light formed a wave of light that suddenly spread in all directions. The speed of the spread was incredibly fast; almost instantly, it reached the horizon and then disappeared into the distance.

Qingchi began to pray:
"Use bones as fuel, use the soul as a catalyst!"

"Honored by the supreme deities who rule the netherworld and whose power is unparalleled!"

"We offer 30,000 coins as a sacrifice, and humbly beseech the revered deity to grant us divine power, enabling us to soar through the heavens!"

"For whatever response is made, the entire Qingjiao Army will remember the divine grace and offer three times the amount of talisman money after the battle!"

Qingchi's prayers caused ripples in the space.

hum!
A will as heavy as a mountain and as decaying as an ancient tomb suddenly descended!
The void above the altar twisted, vaguely revealing the phantom of a colossal skeletal god seated on a skeletal throne, wearing a crown of thorns.

Skeleton Mountain God!
His cold gaze swept over the military camp, across the 30,000 blue-purple talisman coins on the altar, as if they were a pile of useless garbage.

The next moment, the divine phantom let out a deep, thunderous snort, filled with disdain, and vanished instantly!

After three breaths.

Hua Hua...

A sound of water reached everyone's ears, like an underground stream in a cave.

Immediately, another will arrived.

Above the altar, countless illusory images of flowing water appeared, with a conch shell faintly visible among them.

The natural patterns on the conch shell form a giant eye.

His eyes darted around, indifferently scrutinizing the offerings. The will-o'-the-wisps on the altar were stretched and almost deformed by an unseen force.

The sound of water in everyone's ears grew much louder.

Ning Zhuo narrowed his eyes: "It seems to be communicating?"

But Qing Chi, as a general, looked completely bewildered.

Within moments, the giant eye on the snail shell revealed obvious disappointment and weariness, and its divine power dissipated.

The conch shell in mid-air and the illusory shadows of the undercurrent seem to drift away with the wind.

Jingle Bell……

The third deity noticed this.

A series of soft, clattering sounds, like ice crystals colliding, echoed from the altar.

Then, countless shattered mirror fragments appeared in mid-air, and a voice with endless echoes resounded in the hearts of everyone in the army: "Insects..."

"These mere offerings..."

"Increase the dosage..."

"Sacrifice yourselves..."

Ning Zhuo's expression changed, and he transmitted his thoughts: "Qing Chi".

Qing Chi nodded and quickly manipulated the magic array to block out the divine thought.

There are many gods in this world. Some are righteous gods, such as the Heavenly God Qi, while others are evil gods, such as the Wandering God.

Whether it's a righteous god or an evil god, a benevolent god or a malevolent god, you can interact with them.

But the shattered mirror demon mother just now was not like that.

He is a god of strange ways!
A contract may have been signed one moment, and the next moment He might turn His back on it.

What's frightening is that His turning against us wasn't based on any benefit or purpose, but simply on the incomprehensible nature of the superstition itself.

After three consecutive failures, Qing Chi turned slightly, glanced at Ning Zhuo, and secretly communicated with him through divine sense: "Should we add more offerings?"

Ning Zhuo immediately shook his head: "I've studied the various deities of the underworld."

"When offering sacrifices to the gods, one should not only consider the quantity of the offerings, but also the person presiding over the ceremony."

“I have already participated in this ritual, and my destiny alone is enough to attract many ghosts and gods.”

"We can't add too many offerings!"

"Otherwise, we will attract excessively powerful spirits. These spirits will project divine power through the altar, which we cannot withstand. If they have any evil intentions, we will become living sacrifices."

"Our target is the Night Wanderer."

"There are many such minor deities. Just wait a little longer, and there should be a response. There's no rush."

Qing Chi nodded: "Xiao Ma, I'll listen to you."

The altar reacted immediately after he finished speaking.

Woo——!
The sound of wind came.

A tall, ethereal figure appeared. He was draped in a huge cloak. The shadow beneath the hood was bottomless, with only two flickering, needle-like, pale phosphorescent lights serving as his eyes. His limbs were unusually thin, concealed within the sleeves and trousers, moving silently, like a giant, living silhouette of a kite.

He's a night owl!

He hovered above the altar, his two pale phosphorescent "eyes" sweeping across the military camp before finally settling on the 30,000 bluish-purple talisman coins.

"What do you seek... to walk on the void?" Qing Chi nodded and prayed again, expressing his respect.

“This wish…is very small…is very small…” the Night Wanderer said, indicating that it was a trivial matter.

Qing Chi turned to look at Ning Zhuo, who nodded slightly to her.

Soon, the divine agreement was reached in the darkness.

Qingchi fully activated the magic array, forming a stable passage.

The Night Wanderer's cloak fluttered slightly, revealing a hand hidden within his wide sleeves.

His hands were withered and pale, with long, narrow nails like bird claws, and a faint, eerie wind swirled around his fingertips.

He pointed to the entire army.

The next moment, the entire Qingjiao Army involuntarily floated into the air, three feet off the ground.

After completing this step, the Night Wanderer withdrew his hand and casually waved his sleeve.

The 30,000 blue-purple talisman coins on the altar vanished instantly.

"Success!" Qing Chi exhaled a breath of stale air, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

Ning Zhuo pondered deeply: "My mother said I have a special destiny, and now it seems that's true!"

"It's just a mere 30,000 talismans; it shouldn't attract so much attention."

"The first three underworld deities are all extremely powerful. The Skeleton Mountain God is one of the most powerful underworld deities, and his name is widely known. The conch-shaped deity is very mysterious. I don't know his name, but just by looking at his phantom, I know he is extremely difficult to deal with."

"Not to mention the third, the Shattered Mirror Mother, a strange and eccentric deity. I'm afraid the first two would choose to keep their distance from her."

"Even the last Night Wanderer was no ordinary person."

"Judging from its imposing presence, it clearly possesses formidable combat power, and it is probably not far from achieving the status of having a unique divine name."

Ning Zhuo collected his thoughts and descended the altar with Qing Chi.

The sacrifice was successful, and the divine magic released by the Night Wanderer took care of the entire Qingjiao Army.

After studying it, Qing Chi, Ning Zhuo, and others discovered that this divine technique could indeed allow them to levitate and temporarily possess the ability to fly.

The divine spell is not long-lasting, but it lasts long enough for a fierce battle to expend.

"At worst, we can still use the sacrificial military camp to station ourselves on the front lines and continue to ask the gods for help," Qing Chi said optimistically.

The festival military camp can be deployed and relocated quickly, with minimal time commitment. This is a significant advantage.

Qing Chi and Ning Zhuo had long considered this scenario: on the battlefield, if things went wrong, they could simply leave the military camp to gain defensive capabilities and buy time to catch their breath and heal.

Ning Zhuo pondered, "Although everyone can fly, combat ability is another matter entirely."

"Sharpen your spear before the battle, even if it's not sharp, it will shine."

"Let everyone practice first, otherwise flying into the sky would be pure suicide!"

This suggestion was immediately endorsed by Qingyan.

Although Qing Chi was the commander, he almost always obeyed Ning Zhuo's orders and immediately began training his troops on the spot.

Ning Zhuo and Jiao Ma's father, Qing Yan, served as instructors.

Both of them were at the Golden Core stage of cultivation. At this level, aerial combat is a mandatory skill and a standard part of combat. Both of them were highly experienced and adept at it.

Ning Zhuo's performance surprised everyone.

He also has great insight and expertise in aerial combat.

Qingchi: "Xiao Ma, how come you had this trick up your sleeve? How come I didn't know that before?"

Ning Zhuo's solid foundation in aerial combat was laid in the Fire Persimmon Immortal City.

The Cang Tie Han Armor possessed the Golden Core of a cultivator, which also gave Ning Zhuo the combat capabilities of a Golden Core cultivator.

After the war between the two nations, Ning Zhuo drew lessons from the war and actively modified the Cang Tie Han Armor, giving this mechanical battle armor an even stronger ability to fight in the air.

Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong each possessed one of their own, and the two even had a duel deep within the clouds.

"Qingchi, let's use the military branch," Ning Zhuo suggested decisively.

Qingyan hesitated: "Use the military branch now? If the entire army needs to quickly learn the experience, I'm afraid the military branch will no longer be usable for some time to come."

The Qingjiao Army is a genuine and successfully established cultivation army, possessing military branches.

The military branch is a major trump card.

If we use it now, we can't rely on it for the life-or-death battles to come.

Ning Zhuo insisted on doing so.

Jiao Ma's biological father, and the Jiao family, naturally obeyed Ning Zhuo.

Qing Chi also stood on Ning Zhuo's side.

Qingyan sighed deeply, resigned to her fate and going with the flow.

Qing Chi remained silent, pouring a large amount of military force into the military units within his dantian.

Ning Zhuo, Qing Yan, and Jiao Masheng's father personally guided them, and after a short period of practice, the entire Qing and Jiao army made rapid progress.

This is all thanks to the military.

Once the military training reaches a certain stage, the Qingjiao Army can be taught some military tactics. At the same time, soldiers can share their combat experience.

With this power, the Qingjiao Army achieved a basic and rapid development of air combat capabilities.

After packing up the sacrificial camp, the entire Qingjiao Army soared into the sky.

Each of them was enveloped in a chilling wind, soaring straight into the sky and swiftly disappearing into the dark clouds.

An army is approaching!

"What banner are they flying?"

"Those who fail to display their banners and defy warnings are enemies, not friends!"

The approach of the Qingjiao Army immediately alerted the garrison deep within the Black Clouds.

The defending troops have suffered heavy losses from repeated battles by the Sorrowful Goddess, the Silent Ghost Monk, Yin Jiuzhu, and others, and are now actively resting and regrouping.

The Qingjiao Army attacked, interrupting their recovery.

"Although the army is not strong, it might just be a smokescreen, hiding some powerful individuals..."

"Activate the grand formation, focusing on defense, and hold off this wave of enemies."

"Be vigilant at all times and remain on high alert!"

The garrison quickly investigated the Qingjiao Army and found that the latter were not strong, and instead became very vigilant and conservative.

They were ambushed by three powerful figures, each time directly reaching the center and engaging in a life-or-death battle with the Lord of the River of Oblivion on the altar.

Even though the defenders were outside, they were still in charge of the magic formation, and as a result, they suffered heavy losses from the aftermath of the battle.

They had just learned a painful lesson from these bloody experiences, and now, seeing a weak force launching an attack, all they could think was: This is too strange! Something's fishy! It must be a feint, a diversionary tactic!

"Charge, charge, charge!" Qing Chi soared into the sky. A strong wind rushed towards her, fueling her fighting spirit.

Ning Zhuoze said with a solemn expression, "Slow down, slow down! The enemy will definitely take the opportunity to attack. Our army has only recently mastered air combat capabilities; this is a dangerous journey!"

He became extremely wary. Putting himself in the defender's shoes, he knew he wouldn't let such a golden opportunity to attack slip by.

Attack while the enemy is crossing the river – this is a fundamental principle of military strategy!
However, no attack came until the Qingjiao Army entered the black clouds.

The defenders activated the magic array with all their might, stirring up rolling black clouds that formed a massive barrier. They adopted an extremely conservative tactic, fearing they might fall prey to a hidden, powerful enemy.

This weak team is too strange!
The safest way is to keep them outside the formation.

(End of this chapter)