Death

The craftsmen were busy in North Mountain Valley, remodeling the cemetery according to Zhang Mingshu's instructions. Formation masters carved intricate formations into the ground and arranged various formation bases and Formation Disks. A solemn, tense atmosphere permeated the entire valley.

Zhang Mingshu stood in the valley, his gaze firm as he directed the work. He knew this was not only for Zhao Siqi's final rest, but also for the possibility that she might awaken in the future.

By the time Zhao Siqi returned to Baishi Village, she spent most of every day in a deep sleep.

Under those circumstances, however, her life force no longer continued to fade beneath the abundant Spiritual Energy enveloping her. Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

That was the strange aspect of the Long Sleep Gu. Back when it had been planted in Si Tianxing, the former Heir Apparent of Yan King's Mansion, he had simply remained asleep, with no other abnormalities.

"House Head, everything is ready," a craftsman reported as he stepped forward.

Only then did Zhang Mingshu withdraw his gaze and thoughts. The plan had been put together in haste and still needed to be perfected gradually. He nodded. "Good. Begin the testing."

Because it had been a temporary plan, with multiple formations nested together, formation masters from both the Star Cult and Dai Sect had been invited to cooperate. They were constantly worried about major flaws or other problems arising, so testing and adjustments had to be carried out first.

Only then could it be gradually perfected. Time was limited.

Zhang Wushuang had already hurried back to Baishi Village. The moment her mother returned to Huai Ren County, she had been unable to resist going back.

She still did not know about the plan.

As numerous Spirit Stones were inserted into