The spiritual light surged, instantly covering an area of three thousand li. This grand formation, named the Yin-Yang Reversal Spiritual Mechanism Array, appeared half black and half white, perfectly resembling the Taijitu symbol.

Gradually, it erupted in brilliant radiance, staining the entire expanse of space in shades of black and white. "It's done!" Zong Shou felt a slight surge of joy in his heart.

With a mere flick of his sleeve, he released the few bodyguards positioned to guard and shield him during the process. He then flew to the pivot point on the black side of the great array, the eye of the Yin fish, and settled there.

He first closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly regulated his breathing. Only when he sensed he was in his absolute optimal state did he project a strand of True Power, lifting the tattered page of the Xuanming Golden Scroll and sending it across to the pivot point in the eye of the Yang fish on the opposite side.

The instant the fragment arrived, another burst of dazzling golden brilliance erupted violently. This golden light illuminated all directions, transforming this world devoid of sun, moon, stars, or dust into something resembling bright daylight.

Within this realm, all residual spiritual energies coalesced into an immensely vast vortex, sweeping toward this eight-hundred-li grand array. Zong Shou felt his scalp tingle.

He knew reviving a Venerable of the Saint Realm, especially one at the peak of the Saint Realm, would cause a massive disturbance—one so significant that if it weren't for being deep within the world hidden in the Sea of Illusions, it could potentially shake the surrounding realms. However, witnessing it firsthand was utterly unlike what he had imagined in his mind.

This grand array was not only consuming the power of the Immortal Crystals he had laid down, but it was also ravenously draining every remaining vestige of power and vitality from this entire world. As this spiritual energy storm raged, Zong Shou keenly felt an overwhelmingly powerful suction within the array, drawing out the True Essence and the spiritual consciousness from his body.

In merely one three-hundredth of a finger-snap, he felt almost entirely drained. It was only because the Devouring Heaven Primal Transformation Art within him activated instinctively, offering a slight resistance, that he avoided being completely sucked dry—bone and marrow stripped bare—leading directly to his demise by this array.

Zong Shou understood that the array was gathering power and the vitality of True Essence to pour into the Yang formation. Normally, if a peak Saint Realm expert or a Sovereign Realm expert were present, their True Essence would be boundless, their vitality vast, and they would not fear being drained; they could simply infuse it directly.

If the supply proved insufficient, a few pills would suffice to keep up. But now, with him in this position, the True Essence he could provide was far less than one percent of what the array required.

The seven vials of Duo Tian Huan Ye (Heaven-Seizing Reversion Fluid) were precisely for this purpose. This was because the life essence required by this grand array could truly be described as an ocean of energy.

For a Venerable of the Saint Realm, possessing fourteen thousand years of lifespan, deploying this array would consume at least one-third of their longevity. As for Sovereign Realm Saints, while they might not fear a loss of lifespan, afterward, their True Essence would be severely depleted, and their vital meridians greatly damaged.

Thus, although the Dao of Common Life possessed the Xuanming Golden Scroll, among the several Saint Realm Venerables who had perished over these ten thousand years, not a single one had been successfully resurrected—not even his master, True Master Xuan Shuang. Conversely, experts below the Saint Realm—those in the Divine and Immortal Realms—had benefited significantly over the years.

Daring not to delay, Zong Shou flicked his fingers in rapid succession, sending three drops of a viscous, watery-blue liquid suspended before him. Instantly, he felt a profound release.

The suction acting upon him receded significantly, transferring its focus to the three drops of Duo Tian Huan Ye. Then, before him, the golden light shone even more brilliantly and immensely, erupting with boundless radiance like a blazing sun.

The golden light, intensely sharp, pierced through the void. At this point, it wasn't just this world stirring up a spiritual energy storm; the Sea of Illusions beyond the domain was also swirling into a massive vortex around this realm.

Zong Shou paid it no mind. His divine sense expanded in all directions, reaching every corner of this Yin-Yang formation.

He exerted his utmost effort to clear the spiritual meridians, calming and guiding the gathered spiritual energy from all directions to maintain the array's cycle of operation. The golden light was blinding, and the Duo Tian Huan Ye before his eyes was rapidly shrinking and vanishing.

The power of seizing heavenly creation contained within it was rapidly dissipating, spreading throughout the eight-hundred-li array. Meanwhile, at the eye of the Yang fish opposite him, a change was also occurring.

A human silhouette could vaguely be discerned appearing within the light and shadow opposite him—seemingly a soul-image, ethereal and unstable. Jing Yin and Lu Wubing, watching from the side, held their breath.

Without waiting for the three drops of Duo Tian Huan Ye to be completely consumed, Zong Shou flicked out two more drops. By this time, the grand array had passed the initial stage of ceaseless and unrestrained draining of spiritual energy and life essence.

It was gradually stabilizing, turning peaceful. The next step was waiting—a need to maintain stability and await the Yin array's reconstitution of his master’s true form and soul-thought.

Zong Shou still dared not relax even slightly, focusing his entire mind. However, half a quarter of an hour later, a sensation registered in his consciousness, and his gaze turned to the sky with shock and bewilderment.

He felt that this shattered, near-dead world had suddenly sprung back to life. Faint wisps of scattered soul-consciousness were being drawn in by the fragment of the Xuanming Golden Scroll.

They arrived successively from all directions, converging within the eye of the Yin formation. With them came an intention steeped in endless sorrow, extreme despair, ineffable longing, yet utterly resolute and without regret.

This intent permeated his primordial spirit, nearly causing Zong Shou’s mind to falter, his sea of souls violently shaken. It took several breaths before he slowly regained focus, adapting to this immense surge of mental impact.

Recovering, he pondered for a moment and immediately understood the cause. "This is True Master Xuan Shuang’s thought just before she perished?

Such sorrowful intent. Longing for this world, yet utterly unregretful of her life, and never regretting undergoing the tribulation.

Back then, my master had been a Saint for less than a thousand years; there was no need to strive for success so hastily. There is only hatred—I wonder whom she hated?

Could it be that one from the Daoist Sect—" Suddenly, Zong Shou understood the source of the feeling of being watched since entering this world. "So many remnants of my master's thoughts were not entirely destroyed by the Sovereign Realm tribulation.

They persisted for several millennia until this moment, yet she lacked the power to traverse the Sea of Illusions outside and return to the Firmament of Common Life, or to be reborn. She could only anchor her soul-thought deep within this realm’s origin, clinging to a precarious existence—" Thinking of this, Zong Shou’s eyes immediately brightened slightly, a flash of joy crossing his face.

Her spirit had not completely dispersed. This not only added three more tenths to the success rate of his resurrection technique, but it also meant that once his master's body was restored, she might recover all the divine abilities she possessed before her fall.

As time passed, the figure within the golden sphere opposite him completely stabilized. The flesh and blood were gradually becoming visible.

Just as everyone present was about to peer closer, a supremely powerful divine sense suddenly erupted, completely expelling Zong Shou’s soul-sense from the pivot of the Yang formation, taking over the entire Yang array. And before the silhouette, a barrier seemed to manifest, completely severing the line of sight between Zong Shou and Lu Wubing.