"Since we believed that the entire abyss beneath our feet was an illusion, then whether we stepped precisely on the footholds made no difference at all."
Meng Chao turned back and said to Ice Storm, "In fact, if we carefully stepped on the footholds throughout the entire journey, it would mean fear still lingered in our hearts and that we did not have absolute faith in our own judgment.
"I think this probably isn't the 'courage' the ancestral spirits hoped their descendants would possess."
As he spoke, he took another heavy step into the second stretch of empty space.
He crossed the void and stepped onto the cliff that represented the end.
Ice Storm suddenly understood.
Following behind Meng Chao, she stepped into empty air, crossed the abyss, and broke through the finish line.
In an instant, her vision blurred.
The darkness that had rolled like Black Cloud and muddy waves towering to the heavens.
The endless abyss within the darkness.
And the gale winds in the abyss, howling like ghosts and wolves.
All of it vanished.
Behind them was merely a room no more than thirty paces long and wide.
The floor was engraved with densely packed Cuneiform Script, forming one profound and intricate rune array after another.
Every rune array shimmered with flowing light, flickering with flames of radiance.
It seemed they had just crossed step by step through the gaps between the rune arrays.
Who knew how many twists and turns had made a room only twenty or thirty paces long feel like several hundred.
Ice Storm deliberately looked down at her feet.
Within the span of the final two steps, there were three rune arrays emitting scarlet light.
Meng Chao had "stepped into the void" and landed precisely in the empty space between the three rune