Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 342: Detecting Truth Through the Flames of War

This was a challenge to Su Ming's capabilities.

A mere Qi Refining cultivator, how could he accomplish something even a Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn't?

Su Ming didn't panic.

"Because my 'Spiderweb' was never intended to rely entirely on spiritual energy from the very beginning."

He extended his right hand, palm facing upward. An extremely fine strand of water spiritual energy slowly condensed, transforming into a complex three-dimensional structure.

"The one hundred and eight core nodes of the Spiderweb are all built upon a foundation of Star Pattern Steel, buried ten meters underground. The main formation plate is not powered by spirit stones, but rather... activated by essence blood."

When Su Ming mentioned "essence blood," his face paled slightly—a lingering effect of depleted vitality and blood. "When the Beacon Fire mode was activated, what actually happened was the detonation of all the 'Resonance Talismans' in the sub-formation nodes. This resonance doesn't rely on spiritual energy transmission; instead, it conveys physical signals through vibrations in the earth veins. As long as the earth veins remain unbroken, the signals will not cease."

"Star Pattern Steel... physical resonance..."

Xuanheng murmured to himself, then a burst of sharp light erupted in his eyes. "What a brilliant idea—not relying on spiritual energy! In a place devoid of spiritual energy, this is the only path to survival. Junior Brother Mo... truly did not misjudge this person."

He looked at Su Ming, his tone unusually carrying a trace of warmth. "After this battle concludes, you must properly organize the blueprints and insights for your 'Spiderweb.' In the future, they may prove to be of great use.""The technical hurdle is cleared," Lin Yu reminded. "Next comes the political hurdle."

The blurry figure who had remained silent until now—the one whose body contained vast, surging vitality—finally spoke. His voice was gentle, yet permeated with a profound, compassionate heaviness.

"Fewer than two thousand people ultimately evacuated from Iron Wall Pass. Your Spiderweb covered Bing Battalion and several surrounding defensive zones. How many people did it ultimately save?"

Su Ming fell silent for a moment.

He ran the number through his mind. Behind each digit was a vibrant life, and also a burden he had been forced to abandon on his escape route.

"The Spiderweb guided and assembled a total of two thousand, three hundred and twelve individuals."

Bing Battalion, Ding Battalion, and adjacent defensive zones. The other survivors included those who fought and retreated relying on their own martial prowess, and those with extremely good luck who

three hundred

"Well done."

weight of these three words was

Tiji, Chen Chuan, and all our fallen comrades have been recorded in the main register of the 'Hall of Heroes.' Sect compensation will be issued to their respective families in the coming days. Do you... have any words you wish

remained silent for a moment, then shook his head. "This disciple... has no

fulfilled your duty in the

Miao's tone shifted, becoming profound and inscrutable. "Before Elder Mo entrusted the Formation Heart Seal to you, what exactly was the final decision among the high command

was an extremely

few survived in the end, largely because the great formation self-destructed too quickly, cutting off the retreat for the majority. If handled poorly, this could be charged as the

pavilion instantly fell into dead

heart thump violently in his

this was the final protective talisman Elder Mo had left

looked directly at the

the Sect Leader had already

each word was clear, landing like a thunderclap. "If the pass was inevitably lost, then destroy the formation foundations, overturn the earth veins, and perish together with the enemy.

half of the sentence from between his teeth. "The self-detonation of the Spiritual Hub Hall was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather... part of

Ming distinctly felt the surrounding starlight tremble violently

Complete silence.

the collective mourning of five great figures standing at the pinnacle of the Cloud Hidden Sect, facing a

tasted bitterness in his mouth. He was just a minor Qi Refining cultivator. Merely glancing at this level

After a long while.

again. His voice held

its weight? You are merely an outer sect disciple. How dare you accept such a heavy artifact? Did

head,

seemed the warmth of Elder Mo's withered hand still lingered there, along with that resolute force that had pushed him

was low and weak, and originally did