Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 366

Chapter 366: The Place of Return

The purple light was not static; it was like some viscous resin, slowly seeping into the gaps between Su Ming's bones.

The air atop the Heart-Questioning Platform had been compressed to its limit, emitting a teeth-grating creaking sound. Su Ming's spine was bent into a bow on the verge of snapping. Sweat had just begun to seep from his pores when it was instantly vaporized by the intense heat, leaving only a white layer of salt frost on his skin.

And in the deepest part of his soul, that desperate gamble was entering its final stage.

*Crack.*

That crisp sound didn't resemble the snapping of metal, but rather the sound of bark from a tree that had dried for a hundred years being casually peeled off by a mischievous child.

Under the violent purple spiritual sense drill of the Punishment Peak elder, the outermost "ordinary iron" shell of the Xuantian ring—meticulously disguised by Su Ming and mixed with Spirit-Cleansing Water and dust—finally could not hold any longer.

Fragments fell like black snowflakes, rustling down, turning into wisps of turbid gray smoke in the air before they even hit the ground.

The purple light in the old woman's eyes flared brilliantly, her withered wooden cane almost touching the surface of the bronze mirror. "Show your true form to this old woman!"

As the final layer of disguise was stripped away, the ring finally revealed its "true appearance."

There was no imagined dazzling golden light of a divine artifact emerging, nor a surging sea of blood from an awakening demonic weapon.It was a ring of an extremely dull color. Its material was neither metal nor wood, presenting a deep, oxidized blackish-brown hue left by the passage of time. The ring's surface was covered with countless hair-thin scratches, marks left by time itself. Only on the inner circle of the ring could a few naturally formed dark spots faintly be seen, like age spots on an old person's skin.

Ordinary.

Even ugly, one might say.

Yet, the instant this layer of ordinariness was fully exposed to the air, a sudden, bizarre change occurred.

*Hiss—*

audible sound of airflow pierced the

Ming's left hand as the center, the air within a three-foot radius suddenly became viscous. The ambient spiritual energy that had been firmly suppressed by the old woman's oppressive aura now acted like sharks smelling blood, defying physical laws, frantically and greedily surging towards that ugly

miniature vortex visible to the naked

an incredibly pure and gentle soul power, flowing like a trickling stream, replenishing Su Ming's Consciousness

"Hmm?"

flash of astonishment

is

process it, the ring

of water falling into a calm lake, silently

emitting a sizzling sound, as if a hot iron had been plunged into a snowdrift. Immediately

dregs of obsession left behind by the previous masters who had died tragic

aura, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, darted left and right within the purple cocoon of light,

was an extremely

"...The place of return..."

ages, carrying an ultimate weariness and peace born of seeing through the vicissitudes

clean sigh of peace—were absurdly entangled together, creating an impact

kind of devilry is

to withdraw her spiritual sense, only to discover that the ring had generated

At this critical juncture.

"Stand down."

"Halt."

voices sounded almost

cocoon of light seemed to be smoothed by an invisible hand, instantly solidifying and quieting down. The latter was cold and sharp as ice, carrying the indisputable authority of law. As if

on either side of the Heart-Questioning Platform had been torn open like a fold

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