Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 317: Weaving this place into an ironclad fortress

"What's this 'Seven Stars in a Row'? Don't make it sound so mysterious." Lin Yu's voice sounded lazily. "This is called a 'distributed local area network'. Before, you had a single-player version, one formation plate managing one area; if one broke, that area went blind. Now we're going to link them together."

Lin Yu paused, then added, "But in the cultivation world, this is called 'Qi Resonance'. Bury the seven main nodes on the 'acupoints' of the spiritual vein, and use the twenty-one secondary nodes as the 'meridians'. Once this net is woven, unless someone rips up this entire patch of land, no one will be able to sneak in without a sound."

Su Ming gave a slight nod, his gaze sweeping across the entire defense zone.

Under the "Observation Micro" state, the nodes already buried were emitting faint spiritual energy fluctuations. These fluctuations did not exist in isolation; they had a peculiar rhythm, like breathing. When a node in the east brightened, a node in the west would dim in response, as if an invisible thread tightly bound them together.

This was what Su Ming wanted to construct—the Spiderweb Interconnected Defense System.

"Bury it!"

With Su Ming's command, Zhao Tiji thrust the wolf bone formation stake hard into the bottom of the pit.

*Hum.*

An extremely faint tremor sounded.

The snow on the ground gave a slight jump.Immediately after, as if a domino had been pushed over, starting from the main node, streams of ghostly light imperceptible to the naked eye darted rapidly beneath the snow layer, instantly lighting up the other twenty secondary nodes.

The previously scattered spiritual energy fluctuations suddenly became uniform and orderly.

An indescribable sense of heaviness enveloped the entire Bing-7 Defense Zone.

"It's done."

Su Ming straightened his back, patted the dirt off his hands, and let out a long, deep breath.

"That's it?" Old Liu came over, his single eye scanning the surroundings. "Looks no different from before to me? No light barrier rose up either."

"Light barriers consume too many spirit stones; they're for withstanding demonic arts head-on. Our 'Iron Bucket Formation' emphasizes the principle of 'stickiness'." A faint curve appeared at the corner of Su Ming's mouth as he turned to look at Chen Chuan, who was wiping his sword. "Brother Chen, care to give it a try?"

at the words, his longsword emitting a clear, crisp

"How?"

Su Ming pointed to the outer perimeter of the defense zone. "Hold nothing back; treat us as

he turned and walked about fifty zhang outside the defense

transformed into a blur, the longsword wrapped in a biting, cold light, thrusting straight towards Su Ming at the center of the defense

Fast.

a startled

background; his swordsmanship

landed solidly, even a Foundation Establishment early-stage

Old Liu

Chen Chuan stepped within

at Su Ming's waist

breaths." Su Ming

This was the warning.

no need to constantly extend divine sense. As long as any foreign spiritual energy fluctuation

Chuan's speed was extreme; in the blink of an eye, he

"Rise."

formed a seal, pressing lightly against the

previously calm air suddenly became

sluggish sensation as if one had sunk into a

sword tip in his hand plunge into a thick wad of cotton batting; his originally sharp and fierce sword

him was no longer an aid but had turned into countless invisible little hands, stubbornly dragging at his wrists

visibly slowed

at least forty

Zhao Tiji's

the battlefield, being a fraction slower meant

percent? That was washing your

Chuan frowned tightly, let out a low shout, and stirred the spiritual energy within his body, attempting

sword tip trembled, accelerating

"Turn."