Breaking into the Altar Battlefield

At this moment, what resurfaced in Ning Zhuo's mind was Buddha Physician Meng Yaoyin's advice.

She had once told him that she had scooped up a batch of spoils of war before leaving because her spiritual inspiration had been triggered, and she had divined that these things might be of great help to Ning Zhuo.

"My mother was also skilled in divination."

"What she foresaw before was probably meant to happen here!"

This clue also greatly bolstered Ning Zhuo's confidence.

Ning Zhuo controlled the Light Goose and had it clamp half of the Path of Silence Candle in its beak.

That step was easy enough, but there was no way to ignite the Candle Body. It was no different from holding a stone in its beak.

"The Light Goose's power seems to dissect all things, not light candles."

"I need a wick and flame."

"Do I have a wick?"

Ning Zhuo swept his gaze over the pile of spoils of war Buddha Physician Meng Yaoyin had given him.

He found no wick.

"Did she fail to pick it up? Or..."

The wick of the Path of Silence Candle had been made from yellowish-brown burial cloth and a woman's black hair, spiraled together.

After being struck by the power of the Primordial Dispersing Form Ruler, it had been separated into burial cloth and black hair.

Ning Zhuo saw many scattered materials, including both of those things.

But he was not Sang Le You Ling. Among so many scattered materials, he had no idea which ones had originally formed the candle wick.

"Even if I knew, it would be useless."

"These materials must have undergone some kind of spellcraft refinement."

"I have no way of knowing that refinement method. Even if I did, would I have time to reforge it at this