Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 357: Returning Soul Valley

At the entrance of Soul Return Valley, mist and clouds perpetually linger, never dissipating. Today, however, it seemed as if an invisible giant hand had violently torn a gap through them.

Two ancient stone beasts, each towering ten zhang high, stood guard on either side of the valley mouth. Their stone bodies, eroded by time, were covered in moss and deep brown cracks. Only their eyes, inlaid with top-grade dark blue spirit stones, shone with a soul-shaking, icy light through the fog. Every sweep of their gaze felt like a physical drenching of cold water, a scrutiny directed at one's very soul.

Su Ming, clad in a plain white Daoist robe, moved slowly forward amidst the Formation Peak contingent.

He kept his head slightly lowered, his gaze fixed only on the worn, whitened heels of Senior Brother Luo Feng's cloth shoes ahead of him. Within his sleeve, his fingers gently rubbed the cool jade slip, his pass to enter the valley.

As he reached the valley mouth, those two dark blue gazes indeed lingered on him for an extra breath.

Su Ming felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something wet, slippery, and cold had licked him. At that very moment, a faint commotion arose from the Discipline Hall contingent to the left.

A spirit dog, its entire body snow-white and wearing a small black crown on its head, had been crouching listlessly by the foot of a law enforcement disciple, ears drooping. As Su Ming passed by, its large ears suddenly pricked up straight. Its nose twitched violently. Its tail, which usually remained motionless no matter who it saw, uncontrollably wagged twice in quick succession. A low whimper rumbled in its throat, and its front paws even scratched anxiously at the green bricks of the ground.

"Blackie, silence!" the law enforcement disciple holding the leash barked in a low voice, making a hand seal. The spirit leash tightened.

The spirit dog, choked, pulled its neck in but still tilted its head, its moist eyes staring fixedly at Su Ming's retreating back until he disappeared into the thick mist at the valley mouth.

"That was close," Lin Yu's voice held a trace of self-mockery. "That dog's nose is sharper than a Golden Core cultivator's divine sense."Passing through the iron wall of mist, the world before his eyes instantly lost its color.

There was no sky, no earth, only an eternally flowing expanse of bluish-gray mist. Inhaling this mist into his lungs, it didn't feel damp or cold. Instead, it carried a strange, warm smoothness, as if a pair of gentle hands were softly smoothing out the restlessness within his soul.

Beneath his feet was a smooth, mirror-like black soul stone, reflecting the white specks of light slowly drifting down from above. These were "Soul Fireflies" formed from the spiritual mist. They danced silently, like an endless, ceaseless snowfall.

Thousands of Cloud Hidden Sect disciples, all dressed in plain white, stood in orderly rows. Within the vast valley, apart from the faint rustling of robes brushing together, there was only the heavy, unified current of breath from thousands of people.

position reserved for the True Disciples of Formation Peak and

stood a massive circular altar—the

a cluster of pale white flame burned quietly. The flame was strange; it gave off no sense of heat whatsoever, yet it caused the blood flow within Su Ming's body to involuntarily accelerate. It emanated a vast, sorrowful, yet tenaciously unyielding

densely packed jade name tablets floated suspended in the

those names, stopping at the

Steward

"Zhao Tiji."

Friend,

...

or unfamiliar names had now all turned into cold jade tablets, glowing with a warm, lustrous sheen under the

a chill in

son's wedding expenses. He remembered

they were all

to

Yi. His face, usually always wearing a gentle, unhurried smile, was now a few degrees

few more times on their behalf," Qin Yi's

him, Third Senior Brother Luo Feng silently handed over a blade of grass emitting a faint, clear fragrance. "Heart-Calming Grass. Place it under your tongue. In

it and placed it in his mouth. The bitter juice spread over

pine tree. She resembled a

Leader

resonant bell toll seemed to ring directly within the depths of everyone's

was still dressed in simple, unadorned Daoist robes, his complexion pale as if recovering from a serious illness.

voice clearly resonated in every

Iron Wall Pass have sacrificed themselves, protecting our land. Their souls have returned to