Looking in any direction felt like being inside a painting, but Pei Ye remembered the heavy responsibility he shouldered, and lifted his head, ascending the steps.
Mist wrapped around him, and within just a few steps, he found himself at the summit.
In an instant, the view opened up, and the entire majestic scene before him rooted him to the spot.
A massive circular wall emerged from the sea of clouds, standing erect like the moon rising from the clouds, twenty-odd zhang in length; anyone standing below it appeared as an ant before a copper mirror.
From right to left, the face of this copper mirror was densely inscribed with tall and simple characters, their unique clarity immediately recognizable to Pei Ye.
He had not yet managed to read their content when, at the first sight of it, his entire heart and mind were completely captivated.