Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 421: The Truth Within the Cave

Black Wind Mountain, halfway up the slope.

The area shrouded by that sinister formation was no longer an impenetrable iron wall in Su Ming's eyes.

The azure water line moved like a living spirit snake, silently gliding through the gaps between the dark blood-colored formation lines. As Su Ming's mind stirred slightly, that water line precisely coiled around an extremely concealed energy reflux node within the formation, his spiritual energy frequency completing hundreds of subtle synchronization oscillations in an instant.

"Hum..."

A faint sound, almost inaudible.

The seemingly normal space ahead rippled like a calm lake struck by a pebble, sending out an invisible ring of ripples. Following that, a narrow gap barely wide enough for one person to squeeze through sideways silently opened beneath the dense tree shadows.

Beyond the gap lay another world.

A thick, nearly tangible stench of blood mixed with the rotting odor of soil rushed toward him, churning his stomach violently.

But he did not enter immediately.

The first principle of the "Way of Survival" was never to place oneself in a dangerous situation with incomplete information. A cultivator capable of setting up such a sinister killing formation would surely have laid deadly traps at every step within his cave dwelling.Su Ming slowly sat cross-legged outside that hair-thin gap in the formation.

The night wind brushed past his somewhat thin shoulders, rustling his robes, but he seemed oblivious. His mind sank into a stillness as deep as an ancient well.

three blank formation plates, each the size of a walnut with surfaces smooth as mirrors. These were scraps he had

from the Foundation Establishment stage surged out from the Shaoshang point at his fingertip, forming an azure

but his divine sense was intensely focused. In his mind, the two hundred and seventeen runes from The True Meaning of Basic Rune Deconstruction, which he had already memorized to

not choose any offensive runes. Instead, he selected three of the most basic auxiliary runes that high-level

information back; and "Minute" was his own unique variation. Its sole purpose was to compress the spiritual energy fluctuations generated by the first

without any hesitation. Complex rune structures became the simplest strokes under his hands, and one azure line after another was precisely carved into the plate's interior, eventually interweaving into a miniature,

time it takes to burn an incense

them. He did not rush to toss the plates inside but instead fumbled in his storage pouch for

used a wisp of extremely faint spiritual energy, like glue, to stick the three formation plates to the undersides of the stones. Then he stood up and walked

a deep breath, he flicked his wrist

stone, with the formation plate attached, was sent flying along an arc with a skillful force, lightly tossed to the left side of the

flew to the right

third was angled with an extremely tricky trajectory into a crevice

He closed his eyes, formed a strange hand seal, and instantly established an invisible link between his divine sense and

of

was a massive cave located within the

plates, like three loyal scouts, continuously fed back all spiritual energy reactions within the

the spiritual energy fluctuations were stable

an extremely yin-cold spiritual energy source, carrying a heavy aura

pool. Floating above the pool was a black mass of qi, the size of a human head, formed from countless tangled resentful

sank,