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..."

Yu rarely dropped his joking tone, his voice becoming soft. "There's really something to

slowly let out

hadn't seen large formations

Lantai Secret Garden, and had witnessed

before him

to force him to his knees. It simply stood there—quiet, ancient, even somewhat dilapidated—yet it naturally made people feel that behind the gate lay a very, very long stretch of

enough to wear a

to reveal who they

good while before raising his

soon as the token appeared, the fog

the gate, but didn't 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

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

Xuanheng's words echoed in his mind at that

seek speed. Don't seek the end. Don't seek to

the end, Su Ming suppressed that urge, silently committing those pattern distributions to memory,

dismantle it?" Lin

"Holding back."

"What a man."

of Su Ming's mouth twitched slightly, but

the center, raised the token, and gently pressed it against the stone

token got close, a purple light blazed

brightness, but a steady, layered glow that spread outward. It was like someone lighting a

lines on the stone gate lit

some long-lost key. The purple light flowed along the lines, and wherever it passed, stone chips fell rustling, as

*BOOM—*

deep, muffled sound, almost as if it came from

stone gate

trajectory inch by inch. The gate

tightly at the

also unconsciously held

for one person to pass

palace hall, no mountain valley, no bright sky and earth illuminated by