Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 224: The Illusory Forest of Inquiry: Entering the Forest

Qingfeng and Mingyue stood on a tree branch not far away. Mingyue watched Su Ming's receding back with some concern, "Senior Brother, Su Ming's Dao foundation is damaged. Could there be a flaw in his state of mind?"

Qingfeng held the sword case, his expression calm, "A damaged Dao foundation pertains to the body; the state of mind pertains to the soul. The path he has walked, the experiences he has undergone, are far more numerous than others'. If he cannot even pass this trial, then he isn't worthy of Elder Ma's regard."

Su Ming's toes touched the edge of the mist.

In that instant, the Xuantian ring on his left index finger suddenly transmitted a piercing, bone-chilling cold.

*Hum—*

An invisible, immense power instantly descended, like a thick curtain of lead, brutally severing the connection between his soul and the ring.

"Not good... this formation... its core rule is... absolute isolation..."

Lin Yu's voice became fragmented, intermittent, "It's... stripping... me..."

Su Ming's heart jolted violently. Instinctively, he tried to mobilize his divine sense to grasp that tenuous connection.

But that power was too vast, carrying an indisputable force of rules, thoroughly suppressing and sealing the ring's aura."Disciple... listen..."

Lin Yu's voice grew faint to the extreme, as if separated by countless mountains and rivers, "The illusion will... dig out your deepest fears... firmly guard... your true..."

*Snap.*

The last trace of connection was completely severed.

The warm, lustrous glow on the Xuantian ring instantly dimmed, turning into an ordinary, dead-silent iron band.

Su Ming's pupils contracted sharply.

This was the first time, since obtaining the ring, that he had so utterly lost contact with Lin Yu.

The feeling was like someone walking along a cliff edge suddenly losing their walking stick; or like someone accustomed to a lamp in the darkness suddenly having the light extinguished.

A massive sense of loneliness and crisis surged over him like a tidal wave.

But he did not stop his steps.

Momentum carried his body completely into the rolling Mirage Smoke.

...

disorientation, no demons lunging at his

the sensation of

if he had dozed off on a drowsy afternoon and suddenly jolted

crisp chirping of birds reached

"Chirp chirp—"

reading voices accompanied by a gentle breeze drifted

of great learning lies in illuminating bright virtue, in loving the people, in abiding

were youthful, uniform, carrying a

his eyes somewhat

through mottled leaves and casting golden dapples on

longer carried the damp smell of earth. Instead, there was a faint scent of

He looked down.

faded gray robe of the Repair Hall was gone. In its place was a patched-up blue cloth

storage pouch in his hand, no Formation Flags, only a rolled-up, dog-eared copy of *The Collected Commentaries

Ming sharply

a slightly dilapidated

gray tiles. An old locust tree in the

hopped about under the eaves, squabbling

to the main hall was open. Inside sat over twenty youths of varying ages,

This place was...

Ming's heart felt as if gripped by an invisible giant hand,

the corner, and that wooden plaque hanging under the corridor, carved with the two

the Qingshi

to change his fate through

"This is... too real."

murmured to

reached out and touched the nearby corridor

of the wood, even that scratch carved by some mischievous child, were all incredibly

transmitted through his fingertips was so

the spiritual energy within

Empty. Void.

and Wood seedling had vanished. What flowed through his meridians was no longer

Like Water Art

his finger had disappeared

become a complete and