Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 486: The Name of the Ancient Path

At the end of the mountain path, Star Pivot Hall lay ahead.

The main hall was built into the mountain, its entire body dark greenish-black, with little exterior ornamentation except for dozens of palm-sized metal formation plates hanging from the eaves. When the wind blew, they lightly bumped against each other, producing no crisp sound but only a low, steady hum of metal and stone that made anyone entering this place unconsciously calm down.

Two duty disciples at the door saw Su Ming and bowed in unison.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Su."

"Is Master inside the hall?"

"The Zhenren is already waiting for you."

Su Ming stepped into the hall.

Inside Star Pivot Hall, it was even quieter than outside.

Tall shelves stood everywhere, filled with all kinds of jade slips, formation plates, damaged artifacts, and sealed spiritual materials. The air carried a faint cold scent of metal and stone, mixed with the aged fragrance of books accumulated over years. A massive star chart was engraved in the center of the floor, with interwoven star points and lines of varying depths, as if someone had once used it to deduce the patterns of heaven and earth countless times.

Xuanheng Zhenren stood behind a long table, examining a dark purple jade slip.He wore a deep purple formation robe today, his sleeves hanging down, his back straight, standing there.

Hearing footsteps, Xuanheng turned around.

His gaze fell on Su Ming, first sweeping over his robe, then his aura, and finally stopping on Shadow perched on Su Ming's shoulder. He paused for a breath before nodding faintly.

"Your cultivation has condensed further. Not bad."

Su Ming bowed. "Disciple greets Master."

"Sit."

Xuanheng gestured.

Su Ming sat down at the lower seat as instructed, and Shadow jumped onto the back of the chair to crouch there. The little creature was usually fearless, but before Xuanheng, it inexplicably restrained itself, even smoothing its feathers.

Xuanheng didn't speak immediately. Instead, he placed the jade slip back on the table and studied Su Ming for a moment.

"At the Sect Leader's Peak, was the matter resolved?"

Su Ming was momentarily startled, then quickly understood.

Sect Leader had most likely already sent word about

Sect Leader has ordered that white crane grounded for three months and not allowed to leave

go to Sect Leader's Peak and state your grievance clearly is an improvement. Disciples of Formation Peak shouldn't court trouble for no reason, but they also can't let others step on their

single sentence, the matter

trace of worry

expression had stabilized, Xuanheng raised his hand, took out an ancient jade

rounded edges, showing no signs of fresh carving but rather looking as if someone had repeatedly rubbed it over

going to is called the Ancient

up at

Ancient Path.

first reaction was not awe, nor mystery, but an

far

secret realm of Formation Peak, an opportunity countless sect disciples sought but could never obtain, was actually named

notice the slight surprise in his eyes and

is just

simple name because the one who left it behind was never one to chase after

tapped his fingertip lightly on the jade slip, his voice low and steady, as if telling a story so ancient that even

endless demon tides. One of the sect's formation ancestors, in order to deduce the Border-Guarding Grand Formations, used an

Ming listened, barely holding his

range as

longer something an ordinary formation

successive generations, the sect repaired and maintained it, but could only manage its surface. As time flowed on, tens of thousands of years passed, and that grand formation evolved on its own,

like... a

Ming blurted

glanced at him

not

a slight tremor

A living formation.

grand formation at Iron Wall Pass, the Eight Gates Lost Trace Incomplete Formation Elder Qingquan had given him, and even the Nine-Lock Linked Ring Formation outside Lantai Secret Garden had all given

incomplete, chaotic, or like cornered beasts fighting for

Path," however, seemed like

a mutation, but a path

pushed the jade slip toward

that ancestor was named, the sect can no longer confirm. But before he

the jade slip, a faint, indescribable respect rising in

mountain range as a formation base and tens of thousands of years as his ink, yet named what he left behind the Ancient

Phenomena," not "Heavenly Evolution," not "Divine

Only "Ancient Path."