Chương 190: The Eighth Portrait in the Lingyan Pavilion

The stone steps were broad and level, their surfaces carved with a dense network of lines, not to form some sort of design, but to make the steps less slippery. Although the stone steps were seemingly endless, there was no guard rail to speak of, making it feel like one was walking along the edge of an abyss. Yet when ascending the steps, one felt very at ease, as if a misstep was an utter impossibility. Perhaps this was the protection the architect of these steps had left for those to come.

Though these steps seemed endless, there would eventually be a point when one reached the top. Chen Changsheng silently and calmly walked, and after some time, he finally reached the top of the night sky.