Fighter of the Destiny

The stone steps are flat and wide, with fine lines engraved on them, not patterns, just to prevent slipping. Although the stone steps are long and there are no railings or ropes on both sides, it feels like you are facing an abyss, but you feel very secure when walking on them, as if you will never make a wrong step, or , this is exactly the protection given by the people who built this stone staircase to those who came after.

Looking at the endless stone steps, the moment they finally came to an end, Chen Changsheng walked silently and calmly. After an unknown amount of time, he finally reached the night sky.

At the end of the stone steps is 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. However, because it is far away from the ground and the world, it looks very lonely.

Looking into the distant night, there was only the figure of Gan Terrace in the parallel field of vision. Those legendary night pearls exuded a faint brilliance and looked like a lamp.

In the entire palace and even in the entire Kyoto, except for Gan Terrace, he was at the highest position. He could see all the streets and alleys in Kyoto. If the weather was good, he could even see the Baliu in the distance. But Chen Changsheng didn't. He looked out over the surrounding countryside to enjoy the scenery, because it was now dark and he could not see the scenery clearly, and because he was not in the mood to look at the scenery.

After he withdrew his gaze from Gan Terrace, he landed on the lonely pavilion. He never looked away again. His expression remained unchanged, but his emotions in his heart were slightly turbulent.

Coming from Xining to Kyoto was a journey of thousands of miles of wind and rain.

He finally arrived in front of Lingyan Pavilion.

Lingyan Pavilion has no plaques, no hanging lanterns, and no gorgeous decorations. There are only beams and bluestone walls with a natural and solemn atmosphere. Without a trace of light, it looks particularly silent.

There was no lock on the door, and it seemed that it could be pushed open just by reaching out.

Chen Changsheng stood in front of the door, silent for a moment, adjusting his mood, until his breathing became absolutely calm, then he raised his hands and placed them on the door, pushing forward with slight force.

There was no squeaking sound, and it was as smooth as leaves falling into the water. The door of Lingyan Pavilion slowly opened, and a ray of light overflowed from the crack in the door. As the crack in the door widened, more light spilled out and fell on him, The slightly frightened expression on his face was clearly illuminated.

The light spilling out of Lingyan Pavilion was white, illuminating his slightly childish face like jade. His eyebrows looked darker due to the contrast, like straight ink lines.

Chen Changsheng didn't understand why the door was so bright and had so much light. Why couldn't he see anything from the outside before? Could it be that those windows were all 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 Lingyan Pavilion.

As soon as his left foot landed, the door closed again behind him. He subconsciously looked back and stared at the closed door in silence for a moment. He vaguely guessed that, like the blazing white lights in the building, he could no longer be seen by people outside the building. Thinking about it from another angle, From the moment he opened the door and walked into Lingyan Pavilion, he was isolated from the real world.

After thinking for just a moment, he turned around and looked ahead, only to see a bright light.

There are no lamps, no tallow candles, and no luminous pearls in Lingyan Pavilion. If there is some kind of formation attached to those doors and windows that can completely block the sun, wind and sound, then it should be 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 clearly what was inside the building, let alone the portraits of the legendary heroes. He seemed to be just running into the light. A moth can only move forward by following the most instinctive or simplest perception.

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

Because he felt an extremely terrifying breath. That breath came from all places in the building, from every ray of light. That breath was chilling, sacred, bloody, and violent. It had countless flavors, but it had the same essence. That breath It is powerful, unimaginably powerful.

The powerful breath fell on his clothes, fell on his eyebrows, penetrated into his skin, flowed through his blood vessels, and went straight into the depths of his organs. It was gone in just an instant.

Chen Changsheng was unable to resist this aura at all. He was like the humblest ant in front of this aura, unable to react at all and even unable to muster the courage to resist.

The breath circulated inside and outside his body for several weeks without causing any harm to him. However, just this contact made his consciousness begin to become violently unstable. If it lasted longer, his consciousness would become violently unstable. The sea of ​​consciousness will collapse and be directly crushed into powder by this breath.

Fortunately, this breath did not stay for too long. When the toppling giant building was about to touch the ground, it suddenly turned into a wisp of breeze, gently and softly leaving his body and disappearing.

In just an instant, Chen Changsheng's clothes were completely soaked with sweat.

He calmed down and continued walking. Fortunately, when he took the second step, nothing strange happened anymore. It was not like before, as if he was in a tragic battlefield.

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

He stretched out his hand towards the bunch of angry light flowers, and when his fingertips touched it, it was not hot, but rather cool and very comfortable. His fingers followed it, and finally he held it tightly with his hand.

With a hand, the light suddenly dimmed, and the incandescent pavilion gradually dimmed. He squinted and could barely see some pictures clearly, until finally, everything became normal.

Only then did he realize that he was holding a torch.

The material of the torch is neither gold nor jade, more like glass, but opaque. There are countless sparkling particles on the milky white surface, and those particles seem to contain a lot of energy.

This torch was the blooming light flower from before. After he held it, the light gradually converged and became what it is now, leaving only a white flame at the top.

The flame is not strong, but it is very beautiful, just like the fireworks in the daytime. It is not easy to see clearly, but it can give a crisp and sharp sense of destruction to the gray sky.

Chen Changsheng looked at the torch and vaguely remembered that he had read some records in Daozang. In the Hundred Weapons List a long time ago, the demon clan had an artifact called Day Fireworks. Could this torch be the legendary artifact? During the war that year, the generals of Emperor Taizong took Kyoto back?

When he thought of this, he felt that the torch in his hand became very heavy, and then he remembered that he was now standing in Lingyan Pavilion, standing in the most glorious history of mankind.

He subconsciously looked around and saw that there was nothing in the pavilion. There was no table or chairs. There was only a futon in the middle. It seemed particularly empty and even a little deserted.

This building doesn't look like it's for people to live in. In fact, Lingyan Pavilion is not used for people to live in, but for enshrining portraits - the dozens of portraits on the gray and white walls.

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

The portrait is of a middle-aged aristocrat with a thick beard and a smile between his eyebrows, but the distance between his eyebrows is a bit far apart, giving people an indifferent feeling. He is none other than Duke Zhao Guogong, a distinguished figure in England.

Looking at the famous wife-brother of Emperor Taizong, Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment and bowed, but did not stay for too long and continued to look down.

The second portrait is of Chen Gong, King of Hejian. The third portrait is Du Ruyu, Duke of Lai. The fourth portrait is of the famous Wei Guogong, and the fifth portrait is of the more famous Zheng Guogong...

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