Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 322: Is the end?

Su Ming took a deep breath, circulated the Like Water Art, and condensed an extremely gentle ball of water spiritual energy at his fingertips. He probed into the bottle's opening, wrapping around and extracting a wisp of silver-gray powder.

Shasha, shasha.

The powder scattered like fine snow, accurately falling into the most crucial node grooves at the very center of the formation plate.

As the Void Stone Powder filled the grooves, the originally dull and lusterless patterns on the formation plate, like a dried-up riverbed suddenly nourished by rainwater, began to glow with an extremely faint grayish light.

"Rise!"

Su Ming shouted softly, his hands forming a seal. The spiritual energy within his body, like a trickling stream, slowly poured into the formation plate along the spiritual energy guiding channels.

Hmm—

An extremely faint, almost imperceptible tremor sounded within the stone hut.

The sensation was very strange, as if the originally flat space had been pressed by an invisible finger, creating a slight depression invisible to the naked eye.At the center of the formation plate, that small pinch of Void Stone Powder instantly burned out, transforming into a wisp of silver smoke that drilled into that "depression."

Crack.

A hair-thin black crack quietly split open three inches above the formation plate.

There was no earth-shattering spiritual energy vortex, nor any radiant, spectacular phenomenon.

The crack was like a sleepy eye, barely opening a slit, exuding an aura of lifelessness and icy coldness.

Immediately after, a wisp of dull gray mist slowly seeped out from the crack.

It really was just a single wisp.

looking like the ash

Su Ming was stunned.

he hesitated, "Master, is this the 'Source Substance' we worked so hard to attract? Why does it look different from what we

was also gray mist, at least the quantity was substantial and satisfying, and occasionally silver threads or even golden grains could

this thing before

good enough to have

Xuantian ring glowed faintly, emitting a suction force that swallowed that wisp of

"Pah, tastes like dirt."

outburst, "It's like soaking a moldy steamed bun that's been sitting for three

absorbed, the glow on the Xuantian ring

the formation plate completely extinguished, leaving only

it? It's over?" Su Ming looked at that small

Powder, exchanged for just this one mouthful of "moldy steamed

"Let's analyze it."

Wall Pass. The underground spiritual veins have been drained day and night by that 'Big Dipper Seven Stars Demon Locking Grand Formation,' already dried

at the roof, "Although

off, "Don't you see what's above your head? The sky above Iron Wall Pass is perpetually shrouded in blood-tainted energy and the spiritual light of the mountain-protecting formation, meant to guard against demonic bird

is this most basic 'Gray

Su Ming fell silent.

blessed pocket dimension. All resources had been squeezed dry by the war

even a mosquito's

low quality and small quantity, its advantage lies in its purity. After

Ming's

right. Translated into your understanding, it means the time I can now maintain the 'observation micro state' each day has extended from the original two hours to three hours." Lin Yu paused, "Moreover, that feeling of emptiness inside the

felt

his Master was still here, as long as that cheat-like "observation micro"

Pass, unless you can find a spiritual vein node not covered by the grand formation, or wait for this mountain-protecting formation to develop a hole... Of course, let's not hope for the