Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 283: The pass is as solid as iron, and the blood is as cold as frost.

A few days later.

The Cloud-Piercing Shuttle's colossal hull descended with a grating screech of metal, slowly settling into a docking berth behind Iron Wall Pass.

When the hatch opened and the first gust of cold wind rushed in, it wasn't the biting chill one might expect. Instead, it was a dry, oppressive heat, thick with the mingled smells of char, rust, and intense spiritual energy fluctuations.

Su Ming followed the line out of the hatch. The moment his feet touched the ground, he felt a faint tremor through the soles.

This wasn't an earthquake. It was a resonance caused by some unimaginably vast energy surging deep beneath the earth.

He looked up, his pupils involuntarily contracting slightly.

Before him stretched a black mountain range.

No, that wasn't a mountain range.

It was a section of mountain peak that had been forcibly sheared off by human effort, then built upon with countless massive blocks of Mystic Iron rock to form a city wall.

The wall soared a thousand *zhang* high, extending left and right to the limits of vision, like a black iron gate cleaving heaven and earth in two.But that wasn't the most awe-inspiring sight.

The most awe-inspiring was the curtain of light enveloping the wall outside.

Seven pillars of starlight, thick as celestial columns, descended from the firmament, plunging deep into the earth. Using these as anchor points, they supported a translucent, pale golden curtain of light. What flowed across this curtain weren't ordinary runes, but torrents of spiritual energy surging like mighty rivers.

Each surge of the spiritual energy tide produced a deep, thunderous rumble.

"This is... the Big Dipper Seven Stars Demon Locking Grand Formation."

Su Ming murmured to himself. Even hovering at the edge of the "observation micro state," he felt dizzy and disoriented. The complexity of this formation was billions of times greater than any formation diagram he had ever seen.

for too long. Your divine sense will

isn't so much a formation as it is a furnace burning spirit stones. Just maintaining the normal operation of that light curtain consumes an amount

throbbing temples. "Master, the spiritual energy flow of this formation... it seems a bit

Yu replied. "It's like an old machine that's been running at full capacity for thousands of years. Parts are worn, pipes are aged. The fact that it's still turning is a miracle. Your job is to tighten the screws on

came from the

recruits for the Formation Maintenance

Ming collected his thoughts and

was empty, fluttering in the wind. He held a jade slip in his hand, his gaze sweeping coldly over this group of

are called, go collect your identity tags

"Zhang San, First Squad."

"Li Si, Second Squad."

...

"Su Ming, Third Squad."

It felt cool to the touch. On the front was

toward a stone hut in a corner of the camp. "Go find Captain Zhao Tiji.

and turned

atmosphere in this camp was completely different from the ethereal, immortal air of the sect. The ground was paved with rough stone slabs, the cracks between them packed with black sealant to prevent spiritual energy leakage. The cultivators coming and going mostly wore hurried expressions, their robes stained with grease and scorch marks. The

tall, burly man stood in front of

Ming, holding a massive formation plate in his hands. He was using a tool resembling a chisel

appointed Technical Assistant Repair Specialist, Su

stood three paces away and performed a standard sect

after carving

had a face as hard and

scar ran from the corner of his right eye all the way down to his jaw, lending his face a somewhat ferocious aspect. His cultivation was at the early Foundation Establishment stage, but the aura he exuded was far more condensed and

Zhao Tiji.

on Su Ming's long, pale, clean hands. The corner of his

being generous this

of raw iron grinding together. "But judging by your delicate, tender looks, you're used to sitting