Regret

The Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds had an extraordinary network of earth veins.

Mountains thrust up from the ground, their summits level with one another and shrouded year-round in thick mist.

Their clouds joined in an unbroken stretch across eight hundred miles. That was how the region had earned its name.

And now...

On a clearing beside the highest peak's cliff stood a towering stone monument.

Before it, wisps of incense smoke rose straight into the ninth heaven.

What was surprising was that those gathered before the monument were not only the cultivators and demons of the Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds.

Great crowds of ordinary people had come too, carrying baskets and incense, shoulder to shoulder.

Jiang Yuechu stood at the cliff's edge with her hands behind her back. Her gaze swept over the plainly dressed people, their faces full of devotion, before she turned to Fourth Sister Gong in blue beside her.

"How did they get up here?"

The main peak was treacherous, its sheer cliffs pointing straight at the sky.

Even a cultivator of modest ability would have some trouble reaching this spot.

These ordinary people, without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy, could not possibly have climbed here on foot.

At the question, Fourth Sister Gong covered her mouth with a light laugh and explained, "You may not know this, Fellow Daoist Jiang, but Jade Luan Manor already has several incense shrines on this peak. For ordinary people nearby who wish to offer incense and pray for blessings, climbing up by their own strength would be as hard as ascending to heaven."

"So we prepared several flying boats at the foot of the mountain long ago to carry them up and down. For today's monument dedication, my elder sister specifically ordered extra trips, so