Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 488: Entering the Secret Realm

"You saw it?" Lin Yu's voice dropped lower.

"Yeah." Su Ming said softly, "There's spiritual energy in this fog, and it's not seeping out—something is pulling it along."

Lin Yu was silent for two breaths before speaking. "We're probably eight-tenths of the way there. Be careful. Don't go probing recklessly with your divine sense. In places like this that have existed for ten thousand years, some things will turn around and look back at you the moment you stare at them."

Su Ming slowed his breathing even further, and the *Like Water Art* within him receded accordingly, leaving only the most basic layer circulating, allowing his own qi to align with the surrounding spiritual energy.

After about another half hour of walking, the mountain path suddenly came to an end.

The space ahead opened up abruptly.

Su Ming stepped out from under the trees, and the scene before him widened suddenly, even causing his breath to catch for a moment.

It was a cliff.

Beyond the cliff, a sea of clouds surged, a vast expanse of white. The distant peaks only revealed their blue-black outlines, like reefs submerged in the waves. Sunlight streamed down through the clouds, illuminating the entire sky and earth with dazzling brightness, yet it couldn't penetrate the gate in front of the cliff wall.

The stone gate was embedded in the mountain wall opposite the cliff.It was about ten zhang high and nearly four zhang wide. The gate's surface was pitch black, but its edges had been worn gray by the passage of time. The door frame was covered in extremely dense formation lines, layer upon layer, like countless compressed rivers circling one another into the stone. Many areas had already blurred—some lines were broken, some missing, and some only left a shallow impression.

But even so, its weight was still intimidating enough to make people dare not stare too long.

What was truly striking wasn't those intricate formation lines.

It was the two characters above the door lintel.

Ancient Path.

The characters weren't large, but they were incredibly deep.

It was as if someone had stood here back then, raised their wrist, and written them in one smooth stroke, then let them endure the dust and frost of ten thousand years of wind and rain, yet not a single ounce of their essence was damaged.

Su Ming stood at the edge of the cliff, silent for a long time.

Wind swept up from below the cliff, rustling his sleeves and also ruffling the fine black feathers on Shadow's neck. The little one stared at the stone gate and surprisingly didn't make a sound, just fixed her eyes unblinkingly on those two characters.

"This place..."

rarely dropped his joking tone, his voice becoming

let

wasn't that he hadn't seen large formations

at Lantai Secret Garden, and

this gate before

his knees. It simply stood there—quiet, ancient, even somewhat dilapidated—yet it naturally

wear

long enough to reveal who

there for a good while before raising his hand and pulling the purple token from

token appeared, the fog around the stone gate seemed

activate it immediately. Instead, he slowly circled the stone gate once. Each step was extremely meticulous, his gaze sweeping over the broken points of the formation lines, the wear marks on the edges, the moss at the bottom

to resist wanting to look, wanting to calculate, wanting to find some skeletal framework

in his mind

the end.

silently committing those pattern

not going to dismantle it?" Lin

"Holding back."

"What a man."

Ming's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't respond

a moment, he stood back in the center, raised the token, and gently

got close, a purple light

glow that spread outward. It was

on the stone gate

then the second, third, fourth... Those traces that had slumbered for who knows how many years slowly awakened, as if roused by some long-lost key. The purple light

*BOOM—*

as if it came from deep underground, emerged from within

stone gate began to

sliding open along some extremely ancient trajectory inch by inch. The gate moved very slowly, and with every inch it shifted, the cliff wall and the ground

tightly at the fabric on Su Ming's

also unconsciously

opened wide enough for one person to pass through,

there was no palace hall, no mountain valley, no bright sky and earth illuminated