The Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds had exceedingly unusual earth veins.
Mountains rose abruptly from the ground, their summits level with one another and wreathed year-round in dense mist.
Their clouds joined together, stretching unbroken across eight hundred miles, hence the name.
And now...
On a clearing beside a cliff on the highest peak, a towering stone monument had been erected.
Before it, wisps of incense smoke curled upward, rising straight into the highest heavens.
Surprisingly, those gathered before the monument were not merely the cultivators and demons of the Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds.
There were also great crowds of ordinary folk, carrying baskets and incense, packed shoulder to shoulder.
Jiang Yuechu stood at the cliff's edge with her hands behind her back. Her gaze swept over the devout faces of the plainly dressed commoners before she turned slightly toward Palace Fourth Sister, clad in green beside her.
"How did they get up here?"
The main peak was precipitous, its sheer cliffs pointing straight toward the heavens.
Even cultivators of modest cultivation would have needed considerable effort to reach this place.
These ordinary mortals, without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy, could not possibly have climbed here on foot.
At the question, Palace Fourth Sister covered her mouth and chuckled. "You may not know this, Fellow Daoist Jiang, but our Jade Luan Manor already has several Incense-and-Fire Path sanctuaries on this main peak. For the ordinary folk nearby to come here to offer incense and pray for blessings by their own strength would be as difficult as ascending to heaven."
"So we prepared several sky-crossing flying boats at the foot of the mountain long ago, specifically to ferry these mortals up and down. For today's monument dedication and memorial rites, my elder sister expressly ordered several extra