Wang Mingren sighed softly and flew off into the distance.
Lu Yuhuan stepped into a cave, preparing to cast the Life Restoration Art and revive Chen Yang.
As far as Wang Mingren knew, there were quite a few spells that could bring the dead back to life, but their restrictions were extremely numerous, and they also had serious drawbacks. The Soul Returning Art and the Life Restoration Art were the two most widely known. The Soul Returning Art involved Spiritual Root Attribute, the hour of birth, the hour of death, whether there had been grievances, and so on. With the slightest error, the casting would fail.
The requirements of the Life Restoration Art were even harsher. The caster's cultivation could only be higher than that of the target. The higher the target's cultivation had been in life, the lower the success rate. Whether it succeeded or failed, the caster would drop by one major realm.
The Soul Returning Art required the Primordial Spirit to be intact. Chen Yang had been dead for many years, and his Primordial Spirit had long since scattered. Lu Yuhuan could only cast the Life Restoration Art.
Three days later, at three quarters past noon, when yang energy was at its strongest.
Wang Mingren stood atop a high peak, gazing into the distance at the cave where Lu Yuhuan was.
Inside the cave, Lu Yuhuan sat cross-legged on the ground. Chen Yang's corpse had been placed on the floor, and nine Lotus Lamps had been lit, surrounding them.
"Husband, I must bring you back to life. If I cannot, I will go down to keep you company. In life and death, we depend on each other."
Lu Yuhuan's gaze was resolute. She and Chen Yang had entered the sect at the same time. Chen Yang had