"It's here."
"This is the Main Altar of our Joyful Cult. However, everyone still needs to get off and walk up the mountain for a while."
"The vehicles can't make it any farther."
Zhao Donglai's voice brought Shi Beiluo back to his senses.
After boarding the Joyful Cult's bus in Daxing Town, they had spent an entire day traveling before arriving at the Joyful Cult's Main Altar.
Shi Beiluo stood up and got off the bus together with Zhou Yuhao and Ding Xiangyun.
After getting off, they found themselves in a parking lot.
Looking at the surrounding environment, it seemed to be inside some scenic area.
However, this scenic area had already been occupied by the Joyful Cult and requisitioned as its Main Altar.
Zhao Donglai now looked like a tour guide as he called out loudly, "Everyone, follow me."
He led the way, guiding everyone toward a mountain path.
The mountain path wound around and had been fitted with steps, so it was not difficult to walk.
It simply kept winding upward. After they had climbed for most of the day and many people were panting heavily, Zhao Donglai finally spoke.
"We're here."
At the end of the mountain path was a platform, with a temple-like hall standing ahead.
A Bronze Incense Burner had been placed in front of the hall. It was filled with incense sticks, and wisps of green smoke curled upward.
"Everyone, follow me."
After resting for a moment, Zhao Donglai led everyone toward the hall.
Once inside, Shi Beiluo caught the faint scent of burning incense.
It was no different from the smell in ordinary temples, somewhat like the scent of pine resin.
However, when the smell entered his nose, the Mystic Qi within him actually reacted. The reaction was not strong, though; it merely