Qin Ming turned back, the steep stairway behind him was extremely vertical. Below him, the sea of clouds was pitch-black and boundless, that's his way back.
In front of him was a vast platform, the dome was hazy, like a big bowl inverted with streaming starlight.
Is that the starry sky? It's too distant and blurry, allowing for endless imagination.
This platform was desolate, as if bordering on Outer Heaven.
Dozens of monuments stood here, shaking and roaring.
Some monuments were already broken, leaving only half; some stood firmly but were covered in cracks; others were relatively intact, but the inscriptions were blurred and indistinguishable.
Here remained only mottled antiquity, as if narrating old tales from ancient times.
Qin Ming carefully scanned, looking to see if there were mounds under those monuments.
Above the Nine Heavens, near the world beyond, could this be a cemetery?
The monuments stood with the land fairly level.
