Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 189: You call this a library?

The night wind was biting cold, whipping Su Ming's robes into a fierce flutter.

He stood before the sheer cliff at the back of the Teachings Peak, tightly clutching the Special Permit that still carried the warmth of Elder Ma's body heat.

What lay before him was not an ordinary pavilion with upturned eaves, but a colossal tower-like structure floating atop a churning sea of clouds.

The body of this pagoda was constructed entirely from massive, unknown bluish-grey stone blocks, each one astonishingly large, as if sliced from mountains casually moved by gods.

Most unnerving was that the pagoda's surface was not static; countless flowing, faint blue halos meandered between the stone seams, like the breathing of a living creature. A vast, majestic, and unfathomable aura, ebbing and flowing with the clouds and mist, washed over Su Ming in wave after wave, like a tide.

"Holy crap..."

Lin Yu's voice echoed in Su Ming's mind, carrying unconcealed shock, "What kind of library is this? This is clearly a floating server room! Damn, the scale of this heat dissipation is way too outrageous!"

The corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched slightly. His master's peculiar analogies always managed to instantly shatter the atmosphere, pulling him slightly away from that awe of the unknown and restoring a sliver of rational calm.

"Master, can you see what's special about it?" Su Ming asked in his mind.

"Special? It's full of special things," Lin Yu's phantom pushed up his non-existent glasses within the Xuantian ring, his expression serious. "Disciple, don't be fooled by those flashy runes. This entire pagoda itself is a massive, living formation! Those flowing lights aren't decorations; they're monitoring all spiritual energy fluctuations within ten miles in real-time."Su Ming's heart tightened. He instinctively restrained all his aura, tucking the Xuantian ring, disguised with the "Formless Pattern," deeper into his sleeve.

He took a deep breath, lightly tapped his toes, and his figure, like a grey crane, skimmed over the cliff, landing steadily on the floating bluestone platform.

The moment his feet touched down, an invisible pressure enveloped his entire body.

The great doors were tightly shut. There was no handle, only a recessed palm print.

his Special Permit into that

"Hummm—"

thick stone doors did not swing open to the sides. Instead, they crumbled into countless fine

Cloud Hidden Sect had some skills. This is way more advanced than those lame designs that still require pushing doors. Go on in,

Ming adjusted his breathing and stepped

sent

expected dizziness, only the fleeting sensation of weightlessness.

pagoda, which seemed only nine stories tall from the outside, was as vast

a deep, boundless void. Countless luminous orbs, glowing with various colored halos, drifted slowly along mysterious trajectories in this void, like stars scattered across the heavens. Some orbs were crimson like fire, trailing long tails of flame across the

"star" was

was a universe

filled with awe

here carries high

in Su Ming's body

figure silently materialized from the

was an old man dressed in grey cloth robes, his features indistinct, as if veiled by an impenetrable layer of mist. He didn't walk over; he seemed to "seep" out from the surrounding space, as if he were an integral part

The Library Guardian.

Special Permit aloft with both hands. "Disciple Su Ming of the External Affairs Hall, following Elder Ma's orders, presents this permit to enter the library and requests a Foundation Establishment

old man did not speak. Those eyes hidden behind the mist seemed to sweep over Su

stripped naked and thrown onto snow. Whether it was the faint vortex of spiritual energy in his Dantian or the hidden soul injury lurking in

Yu's tone, however, was extremely tense. "Disciple! Steady yourself! That old man isn't human! Or rather... he's not entirely human! He carries the exact same aura as this pagoda! This is... a

instantly broke out on Su Ming's back, but he forcibly

life-and-death crises—since resistance was impossible, he would calmly accept the scrutiny. As long as he wasn't guilty, the

man seemed to confirm the authenticity of the token