Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 491: Beneath the Tree

As soon as this thought crossed Su Ming's mind, he frowned first.

Something wasn't right.

He couldn't just sit down anywhere.

What if sitting down triggered some prohibitive rune that pinned him in place and wouldn't let him get up? That would be truly unjust.

So instead of sitting, he first walked a full circle around the tree roots. He walked and looked, looked and listened. The soil beneath his feet was damp, with no signs of triggered mechanisms. The surrounding woods were silent, with no traces of lurking beasts. The formation lines on the tree trunk flowed steadily, not like a precursor to attack.

He even casually took out a small spiritual resonance array disk and quietly pressed it into a stone crevice a few zhang away.

If anything really came charging at him, at least he'd get a warning sound first.

Lin Yu watched all of this unfold. His mood, which had been somewhat heavy, nearly coaxed a trace of a smile out of him.

Well, well.

This kid had to leave himself an escape route even for "wanting to sit for a while."But precisely because of this, Lin Yu felt even more reassured.

After Su Ming finished all this, he found a relatively flat spot beneath the tree and slowly sat down.

"Don't run off either."

He waved at Shadow.

Shadow fluttered twice, hopped onto his lap, curled up, and compressed herself into a small black ball. Perhaps the aura beneath this tree was truly too still—the little creature even lost some of its usual defiance. Tilting her head, she stared at the tree's patterns for a moment before gradually settling down.

It was very cool under the tree.

Not a cold, chilling coolness.

More like the kind of fresh, moisture-laden coolness found beside deep waters or within great mountains, carrying the scent of grass and wood. After Su Ming settled into a cross-legged position, he leaned his back against the rough, aged roots and looked up at the few rays of light filtering down through the canopy above.

Sunlight, passing through layer upon layer of leaves and branches, fell upon his face and also upon the formation lines on the tree's bark.

A breeze rustled through the high branches, leaves gently rubbing together, producing an extremely faint rustling sound. Somewhere in the distance, a drop of water that had accumulated on a leaf tip fell, landing with a *pat* on the moss beside the roots.

The entire forest suddenly fell into an extreme stillness.

Su Ming had initially been thinking: Can't sleep, can't let my guard down too much, can't let my mind scatter.

But those thoughts soon slowed down as well.

Not disappearing.

they had been stretched out, sinking into his

to the faint spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the stone path beneath his feet. It was very faint, very long, very slow. As if this path extended underground, met the tree roots, and thus the path's spiritual mechanism became a part of the tree,

rush

to grasp at

He simply sat.

Sat and listened.

the roots, listened to the barely perceptible pulse deep within the stone slab. As he listened for a long time, even his own breathing gradually

couldn't even tell if he was resting or cultivating at

Yu also

physical form, so naturally, he couldn't truly "sit," but as his soul body hovered beside Su Ming, there was an undeniable sense of

he truly didn't

Because it wasn't necessary.

He understood everything.

layers of formation principles beneath the path,

didn't want to

just wanted to

in this place where he could finally confirm that he hadn't strayed, and

rarely looked back at how

Because he couldn't.

fragmented memories, half-understood formation principles, and problems bigger than the last. Looking back meant slumbering within the ring, changing masters one after another, having to

forward, one inch at a

it looked passable, but the next time he remembered it, he

No one told him.

one could

Until today.

said anything to him, yet they

on the right

hint of laziness and

there was something

Not excitement. Not passion.

sinking sense of

a person drifting on the surface of the water finally touching

like this, bit by

Ming's knees, then moved to the roots, and later were obscured again by the leaves and branches. The mist in the forest thickened and thinned, occasionally drifting past the roots

as well. Finally, she simply buried her head under her

Su Ming remained seated.

there, yet it also felt as if it were being held aloft by the shade, the mist, the stone

Neither sinking down.