The stone steps are flat and wide, and there are fine lines carved on them, not patterns, just to prevent slipping, although the stone steps are long, there are no railings and no ropes on both sides, such as facing the abyss, walking on it is extremely steady, as if it will never make a mistake, or, this is the shelter that the people who built this stone steps gave to the later ones.

Looking at the endless stone steps, there was a moment when he finally finished walking, Chen Changsheng walked silently and calmly, I don't know how long it took, and finally came to the night sky.

At the end of the stone staircase is the flat ground, and in the middle is a pavilion made of wooden beams and stone bricks, this building occupies a very large area and is also very tall, but because it is far from the ground and the world, it seems very lonely.

Looking into the night in the distance, there is only the figure of Gan Terrace in the parallel vision, and those legendary night pearls exude a faint brilliance, looking like a lamp.

In the entire imperial palace and even in the whole of Kyoto, except for Gan Terrace, which is the highest position where he is located, you can see all the streets and alleys of Kyoto, and if the weather is good, you can even see the willows in the distance, but Chen Changsheng did not look at the four fields to enjoy the scenery, because the night is dark now, and he can't see the scenery on the ground clearly, and because he is not in the mood to see the scenery now.

After his gaze was withdrawn from Gan's terrace, he landed on the lonely pavilion, never moving away, his expression unchanged, but the feelings in his heart were already slightly rippling.

From Xining to Kyoto, thousands of miles of wind and rain.

He finally arrived in front of the Lingyan Pavilion.

There are no plaques, no hanging lanterns, no gorgeous decorations, only beams and bluestone walls with a natural and solemn atmosphere, without a trace of light, which is extremely silent.

The door is also unlocked, and it seems that it can be pushed open with a single hand.

Chen Changsheng stood in front of the door, was silent for a moment, adjusted his mood, and did not breathe until his breathing became absolutely calm, then he raised his hands and landed on the door, pushing forward with a slight force.

There was no squeaky sound, silky as if leaves falling into the water, the door of Lingyan Pavilion slowly opened, and a light overflowed from the crack in the door, and as the crack widened, the light overflowed more, falling on his body, shining the slightly frightened expression on his face clearly.

The light that overflowed from the Lingyan Pavilion was white, illuminating his slightly childish face like jade, and his eyebrows were even darker because of the contrast, like straight ink lines.

Chen Changsheng didn't understand, why was the door so bright, there was so much light, why couldn't he see the slightest outside before, could it be that those windows were fake?

Thinking about these things, his movements did not slow down, the door was pushed open about a foot, and he stepped over the threshold and walked in, entering the Lingyan Pavilion.

As soon as his left foot hit the ground, the door closed again behind him. He subconsciously looked back, looked at the closed door and was silent for a moment, vaguely guessing that he, like these blazing white lights in the building, could no longer be seen by the people outside the building, thinking about it from another angle, from the moment he pushed open this door and walked into Lingyan Pavilion, he was isolated from the real world.

After thinking for only a moment, he turned his head and looked ahead, only to see a bright light

There are no lights, no butter candles, and no night pearls in the Lingyan Pavilion. If there was some kind of formation attached to those doors and windows that could completely shield them from the sun, wind and sound, then it should have been pitch black at this time, so where did the light that spilled out of the door come from?

He squinted his eyes and walked towards the blazing white light, because the light was too dazzling, he couldn't see anything in the building at all, let alone the portraits of the legendary heroes, he was like a moth that only ran to the lights, and could only follow the most instinctive or simple perception, walking forward.

However, he only took one step forward before he was forced to stop.

Because he felt an extremely terrifying aura, that aura came from all the places in the building, from every trace of light, that aura was slaughtering, sacred, bloody, tyrannical, with countless flavors, but with the same essence, that is, powerful, unimaginably powerful.

The mighty breath fell on his shirt, on his brows, into his skin, through his veins, into the depths of his viscera, and only went in an instant.

Chen Changsheng couldn't resist this breath at all, in front of this breath, he was like the most humble ant, he couldn't react at all, and he couldn't even raise the courage to resist.

That breath circulated inside and outside his body for several weeks, and it didn't cause him any harm, but just this kind of contact made his divine consciousness begin to become violently unstable, and if it lasted longer, his sea of consciousness would collapse, and he would be directly crushed into powder by this breath.

Fortunately, this breath did not stay for too long, and when the giant building that was about to touch the ground, it suddenly turned into a wisp of fresh wind, gently and softly left his body, and disappeared.

In just an instant, Chen Changsheng's clothes were already wet with sweat.

He settled down and continued to walk, but when the second step fell, nothing strange happened, not as if he was in the middle of a tragic battlefield.

The light was still blazing, and he squinted his eyes and walked towards the brightest, most enthusiastic place, and vaguely saw a beam of light blooming like a flower in his field of vision, and understood that this was probably the source.

He stretched out his hand to the beam of angry light, and his fingertips touched it, but it was not hot, but cold, very comfortable, and his fingers went up, and finally he held it tightly with his hand.

With a grip, the light suddenly subsided, and the incandescent pavilion gradually darkened, and he squinted, barely able to see some of the pictures clearly, until finally, Yiqiē became normal.

Only then did he realize that he was holding a torch in his hand.

The material of the torch is not gold or jade, it is more like glass, but it is opaque, and there are countless crystalline particles on the milky white surface, and those particles seem to contain a lot of energy.

This torch was the bright flower that bloomed earlier, and after he held it, the light gradually gathered and became its current appearance, except for a white flame at the top.

The flame is not vigorous, but it is very beautiful, like fireworks in the daytime, it is not easy to see clearly, but it can give the gray sky a crisp and awe-inspiring sense of breaking.

Chen Changsheng looked at the torches, and vaguely remembered that he had read some records in the Daozang, and in the list of 100 weapons a long time ago, the demon clan had an artifact called the White Sun Fireworks. Could it be that this torch is the legendary artifact? During the war, it was taken back to Kyoto by the generals of Emperor Taizong?

As soon as he thought of this, he felt that the torch in his hand had become very heavy, and only then did he remember that he was now standing in the Lingyan Pavilion, standing in the most glorious history of mankind.

He subconsciously looked around, and saw that the pavilion was empty, there were no tables or chairs, only a futon in the middle, which seemed extremely empty and even a little deserted.

The building doesn't look like it's for people to live in. In fact, the Lingyan Pavilion was not used for people to live in, but for the worship of portraits—the dozens of portraits on the gray and white walls.

Chen Changsheng walked towards the wall with a torch and stood in front of the first portrait.

The portrait is a middle-aged nobleman, with a thick beard, full of smiles between his eyebrows and eyes, but the eyebrows and eyes are a little far apart, giving people a feeling of indifference, it is the British champion Zhao Guogong.

Looking at the brother-in-law of the famous Emperor Taizong, Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment and bowed, but he didn't stay for too long and continued to look down.

The second portrait is of Chen Gong, the king of the river. The third portrait is of Du Ruyu, the Duke of Laiguo. The fourth portrait is of the famous Duke of Wei, and the fifth portrait is of the more famous Duke Zheng of his wife......

In front of these portraits, Chen Changsheng saluted respectfully, but did not stop, until he came to the eighth portrait, the expression on his face finally changed somewhat.