Steps echoed ceaselessly as eight processions of cultivators traversed the expansive corridors of the Land of Manu. They were slow, steady, and oddly rhythmically consistent. This lasted for hours, each trying to drink in the ancient ambiance and richly stimulating ambient essence faster than the others. Greedily, they yearned for more, yet the steps kept pushing forward and those within the group were almost instinctively forced to follow the crowd, no one daring to brazenly halt their steps and cultivate in place.
Eventually, the eight doors came into sight.
