Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 477: The Transmission Pagoda's Starlight

In the early morning, the air at Gazing Star Cliff carried a refreshing chill that cleared the mind.

The heavy stone gate completely cut off the outside noise. Inside the cave dwelling, a few night pearls set into the dome cast a soft glow, which mingled with the pale white mist rising from the earth-vein Spirit Gathering Array.

Su Ming sat cross-legged on the smooth stone bed, neatly arranging seven or eight storage pouches of different types in front of him.

Entering the Formation Peak Secret Realm for a six-month seclusion was no joke. There was no Administration Hall from the sect and no market supplies; everything had to be calculated and prepared in advance.

He deftly produced threads of spiritual energy and sorted the contents of the storage pouches into categories. Elixirs, spirit talismans, fragments of formation plates, beast materials, and those worthless odds and ends left over from mundane Great Xing piled up into a small mountain in an instant.

At the edge of the stone table, a black furry ball was crouched.

That was the newborn Shadow, only a few days old.

The little one's beak, astonishingly sharp, pecked rapidly up and down, pulverizing a red ration pellet mixed with silvery “stardust powder,” then swallowing it contentedly. Its pure-gold irises rolled frequently, scanning every corner of the cave with extreme vigilance; even the tiniest noise from Su Ming rifling through items would make the fluff at its neck bristle instantly.

The assassin’s instinct was already carved into this little creature’s marrow.

Su Ming ignored Shadow’s watchfulness and casually opened an old gray cloth pouch. It was the cheapest storage bag he had used when he first joined Cloud Hidden Sect and did menial work in the outer sect; mostly outdated scrap metal and worthless junk were inside.Just as he was about to toss the clutter into the waste pile, his fingertips suddenly brushed something cool and refreshing.

His movements abruptly stopped.

There were no intricate formation lines carved on its surface, only a “Pagoda” character worn smooth by time.

Su Ming stared at the bronze token, stunned for a moment, then a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

How could he have forgotten this!

Pagoda Token given by the Transmission

mind like a tide. It had been tossed to him personally by that indistinct-faced gate elder after he had just chosen the

the tower’s external resonance area, borrow the Transmission Pagoda’s starlight to aid comprehension for one hour each time. The number of times you

Wall Pass, descending the mountain to mediate war, and various other trivial affairs, he had at most used it only once right

swiftly ran calculations in

year… since the mundane world had no sect arrays covering it, it certainly couldn’t draw the Transmission Pagoda’s starlight, but even counting only the months he spent inside

power condensed from the Cloud Hidden Sect’s ten-thousand-year Dao resonance, a top-tier cultivation resource that others could not obtain no matter how many contribution points they spent, yet he had let it gather dust at the

spread in midair as Lin Yu’s soul body, solid and white as jade, drifted out

the bronze token in

of verdigris on the token’s edge. “Look, the token’s almost rusty. A Way of Survival practitioner may avoid trouble, but did you forget the rule that you don’t

Ming solemnly wiped the bronze token clean with his sleeve until

to scold me, Master. I

and sat cross-legged in the

spend a large number of spirit stones to force the breakthrough, but now, with nearly twenty hours of Transmission Pagoda starlight

peculiar hand seal and held the Pagoda Token aloft

spiritual energy thundered into motion,

Hum—

toll, as if from the ancient heavens, abruptly sounded in the cave’s

energy, caused the “Pagoda” character on its surface to blaze with a piercing silver light. The silver radiance did not scatter but shot straight upward like a sharpened blade, striking the defensive formation lines in

Boom!

of mechanisms followed as the skylight used to observe the stars split open under that pulling force, tearing a

moment, an

it was broad daylight outside, a silver-white starlight abruptly manifested beyond the skylight, like an inverted waterfall from the heavens, mixed with the Transmission Pagoda’s ancient and vast Dao resonance,

a dazzling silver brilliance. The starlight was so dense it condensed into crystal-clear silver dust in the air,

gathered over countless years, directly drawn here

entered his body, Su Ming