In the innermost region, there were only three divine temples arranged in a triangular pattern.
Even though it was daytime, candles were lit all around these temples.
Guided by the delighted Incense-burning Dao Cultivators, one after another, the fanatical devotees formed orderly queues as they silently entered the entrance of the temples, while another set of devotees, gaunt but extremely excited, filed out without a sound.
The incoming and outgoing processions crossed paths face to face.
Yet, whether entering or leaving, everyone looked straight ahead, as if they couldn't see the people opposite them at all.
Despite the dense crowd, the place was as silent as a dead city.
Each temple was like this.
Crowded, yet dead silent.
On this day.
In the second and third regions, one temple in each suddenly saw a surge in the number of devotees.
Unlike the joyful cultivators in the other temples, the Incense-burning Dao Cultivators in front of these two temples were all anxious.
