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cheapest storage bag he had used when he first joined Cloud Hidden Sect and did menial work in the outer sect; mostly outdated scrap metal and worthless junk were inside.Just as he was about to toss the clutter into the waste pile, his fingertips suddenly brushed something cool and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!

by the Transmission

memories surged into his mind like a tide. It had been tossed to him personally by that indistinct-faced gate elder after he had just chosen the three inheritances including Like Water Art

area, borrow the Transmission Pagoda’s starlight

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

ran calculations in his

starlight, but even counting only the months he spent inside

top-tier cultivation resource that others could not obtain no matter how many contribution points they spent, yet

midair as Lin Yu’s soul

above at the bronze token in Su Ming’s hands, then rolled his eyes dramatically and launched into

clicked his tongue twice, pointing at a patch of verdigris on the token’s edge. “Look, the token’s almost rusty. A Way of Survival

bronze token clean with his sleeve

scold me, Master.

shoved the disordered storage pouches aside, and sat cross-legged in

intended to spend a large number of spirit stones to force the breakthrough, but

peculiar hand seal and held the Pagoda Token aloft in both

thundered into motion, flowing along his meridians in thin threads into the

Hum—

muffled bell-like toll, as if from the

spiritual 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

Boom!

grinding of mechanisms followed as the skylight used to observe the stars split open under that pulling

next moment,

manifested beyond the skylight, like an inverted waterfall from the heavens, mixed with the Transmission Pagoda’s ancient and

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

Transmission Pagoda had gathered over countless years, directly drawn here by the Pagoda

Ming couldn’t