This is the characteristic of the Taishan Orthodox Sect.
The Taishan Eighteen Bends, from the foot of the mountain to the top, encompass countless temples and observatories, along with the nearby local temples and small factions within a decamile radius, amassing quite a number of people.
Like Emei, it resembles a sect alliance.
Among them are large and small factions, Buddhist and Daoist, each with differing stances.
But at this moment, these cultivators from the bottom, who usually held prejudices or even engaged in disputes, were forcibly bound by invisible pressure and orders.
They kept a distance not too close nor too far from each other, mostly remaining silent.
Even when conversing, their voices were extremely low, every word carrying caution.
"It's been the seventh day, and the elders have shown no movement?"
A middle-aged Taoist from the Shangqing Palace spoke with concern, lifting his eyes towards the upper path swallowed by darkness and mist.
