The Tai Shi Tian Yuan Ce theory utilizes the positions of celestial bodies to simulate human acupuncture points and meridians. This means that Old Jin needs to locate the star position in the Tai Shi Tian Yuan Ce that represents the heart.
However, if it were only this simple, the scope would be far too vast. The Tai Shi Tian Yuan Ce contained over a hundred star constellations that met the criteria.
And there was only one chance to save Yan Shouyi.
Old Jin couldn't understand why Yan Shouyi's father, who hadn't even met him, could trust him so implicitly.
Was he not afraid of risking his son's life?
He squatted in a corner, dipped his finger in Zhong Qi's blood, and drew the star map of the Tai Shi Tian Yuan Ce on the ground, pondering with a furrowed brow.
Meanwhile, Lin Zhitong and the others were not idle.
The three women worked together to close the coffin lid, restoring everything to its original state.
However, before closing the lid, Lin Zhitong took a deep look at Yan Shouyi.
She silently prayed, hoping that Yan Shouyi would safely overcome this ordeal.
With all preparations complete, it was time for Luo Ning's performance.
Luo Ning lit candles at the eight directions of the coffin, affixed talismans around it, then sat cross-legged before the coffin, preparing to shake the corpse-herding bell.
"Wait."
Lin Zhitong suddenly grabbed Luo Ning's hand and said seriously, "I don't trust you, but Yan Shouyi's father told me to do as you say. This is a decision made at the risk of his life. I hope you don't play any tricks, otherwise, I will perish with you on the spot."
Luo Ning shook off Lin Zhitong's hand and smiled, "What benefit would killing him bring me? Moreover, both the Corpse Herders and the Lu Ban Sect are folk factions, and it's not your place as an outsider from the Lu Shan Sect to dictate."
Xia Zhi looked at Luo Ning, then at Lin Zhitong. The perceptive woman's intuition told her that Luo Ning was deliberately trying to forge a closer relationship with Yan Shouyi, while pushing Lin Zhitong aside.
Lin Zhitong, however, was not swayed by Luo Ning's words. Proud, she believed Yan Shouyi was hers and no one could take him away.
No matter what Luo Ning said, Lin Zhitong wouldn't pay it any mind, not only because of her confidence in herself, but more so because Lin Zhitong believed in Yan Shouyi's heart.
Luo Ning continued to shake the bell, and the surviving zombies began to move their feet, approaching the coffin.
Despite their stiff bodies, they surprisingly imitated Luo Ning, awkwardly sitting cross-legged.
Suddenly, the coffin began to tremble gently, emitting a buzzing sound.
Zombies raised their heads, opened their mouths, and a bloodline flew out from their bodies, converging towards the coffin containing Yan Shouyi's corpse.
In a short while, a mist of blood enveloped the coffin, and the talismans originally inscribed on it began to take effect, seemingly absorbing the blood mist with each breath.
"Heavenly Fiend Suspended Coffin Corpse Nourishing Array, absorbing the vital blood of zombies to refine a Heavenly Fiend Corpse Puppet..."
Lin Zhitong stared at the coffin suspended in mid-air and murmured to herself, "Once the Corpse Puppet is refined, it will be impervious to blades and spears, invulnerable to water and fire, flesh will regenerate from bone, and it will be immortal!"
She did not know if the resurrected Yan Shouyi would still be the Yan Shouyi she loved. Perhaps his body would no longer have warmth, and he wouldn't be able to give her the warmth he gave her in the dry well over a decade ago. Yet, Lin Zhitong was unwilling to let Yan Shouyi go.
They had waited for many years for the fate of this lifetime. A lifetime was too short, and before their love could even truly begin, how could she bear to let go?
The zombies' vital blood nourished the suspended coffin, but Luo Ning knew that these small zombies alone were not enough to refine a Corpse Puppet.
So she shook the bell again, and this time it was the red-eyed zombie guard that had killed Yan Shouyi that moved.
The red-eyed zombie walked step by step towards the suspended coffin, preparing to offer its vital blood under Luo Ning's control.
However, at this very moment, something unexpected happened!
The red-eyed zombie, which had been perfectly obedient, suddenly broke free from Luo Ning's control and rammed into the suspended coffin!
The suspended coffin shook violently, and even its lid slid off to the side!
Lin Zhitong's face changed dramatically.
This was the most critical moment. If Yan Shouyi's body was disturbed, his soul might scatter directly!
She immediately looked at Luo Ning, only to see Luo Ning with a solemn expression, a trickle of cold sweat running down her forehead:
"Uncle, you haven't given up yet?"
Zhong Qi, already on his last breath, chuckled weakly, "My life's work has become a stepping stone for that brat. How can I be reconciled?"
Xia Zhi angrily stepped forward and kicked the bell out of Zhong Qi's hand.
"I'll watch him and make sure he doesn't cause any more trouble!"
Luo Ning also said, "Hurry and check the situation inside the coffin. Make sure Yan Shouyi's soul doesn't disperse!"
Lin Zhitong swiftly rushed onto the chains, casting a spell of "Burning Talisman to Retrieve Objects" to conjure a simple oil lamp.
This was a Soul Guiding Lamp, a magical artifact of underworld spirits that could temporarily collect souls. The Lu Shan Sect also kept one, but this item was not as easy to carry as a Golden Blade Flying Talisman, so Lin Zhitong had to borrow it with the Burning Talisman spell.
Holding the Soul Guiding Lamp, she was about to stabilize Yan Shouyi's soul, but upon getting closer, she discovered that although the coffin had no lid, another power was locking Yan Shouyi's soul within the coffin!
Looking into the coffin, Lin Zhitong was shocked to find a formation drawn in blood on the coffin wall – the Soul Locking Formation of Longhu Mountain!
It was evident that Zhong Qi would not know such a formation from Longhu Mountain, and the only person who had been in the coffin was Yan Shouyi.
This Soul Locking Formation was drawn by Yan Shouyi with his last ounce of strength before he died!
If it weren't for this Soul Locking Formation, Zhong Qi's interference just now would have directly caused Yan Shouyi's soul to scatter!
Lin Zhitong couldn't help but her eyes well up with tears.
Yan Shouyi had never thought of giving up; he had been struggling and resisting all along.
"Silly boy, don't worry, we will definitely revive you. I'm waiting for you to marry me."
Lin Zhitong wiped away her tears, worried that being near the coffin might affect Luo Ning's corpse refinement, so she quickly retreated.
She said to Luo Ning, "His soul is intact, continue with the corpse refinement!"
Luo Ning nodded, shook the bell, and controlled the red-eyed zombie to offer its vital blood.
Just the vital blood of one red-eyed zombie was enough to overpower the vital blood of the other hundred or so zombies. The previously semi-transparent blood mist had now become incredibly dense, and the blood dots seemed to have established connections.
Gradually, people could no longer clearly see the appearance of the coffin.
The zombies sitting near the coffin, as if drained of blood, collapsed one after another, then rapidly decomposed, leaving only a pile of white bones.
Luo Ning concentrated, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. Lin Zhitong dared not be careless for a moment, her eyes fixed on the suspended coffin.
Even Old Jin kept sketching and drawing on the ground, his brow furrowed from time to time.
Where exactly should Yan Shouyi's "heart" be placed?