The ten-foot wide circular corridor looks just like a normal attic.
Standing on the edge of the corridor looking out, you can still see the hall below the Star Tower and the hollow starry sky above your head.
By silently counting the layers on the opposite side of the corridor.
You can indeed count that it is the eighteenth floor.
However, there is no staircase entrance here, and every certain distance on the wall there will be a door emitting white light, with a plaque indicating the floor number next to it.
Xu Shuo stepped into the Light Gate.
In front of him emerged an infinite blank space.
The surroundings had an endless feel, with space orderly lined with ten-layered dark-colored bookshelves, some sporadically filled with books, others packed fully.
It is worth mentioning.
These books all look like handwritten manuals.
After taking in the surroundings, Xu Shuo casually walked to a bookshelf.
Then he picked up a book and began to browse.
