At the center of the formation, Shen Yao's body was bathed in a soft glow. A faint flush returned to her previously bloodless cheeks, and her shallow breath fluttered like a thread.
Zhong Yun closed his eyes tightly. Sweat soaked his clothes, but he remained utterly oblivious to it, pouring his entire mind and soul into controlling the formation.
As time passed, Shen Yao's breathing gradually steadened, and her chest began to rise and fall slightly. Zhong Yun's heart leaped with joy; he knew the most crucial moment was at hand. The resurrection ritual was proceeding exceptionally smoothly, and Shen Yao's soul was slowly returning to her physical body.
Chapter 95