After resting for about ten minutes, the group arrived at the foot of the trail.
Everyone looked with surprise at the layer upon layer of stone steps that ascended at least three hundred steps.
But Beichuan Si raised an eyebrow and approached the first torii gate.
This torii was different from usual ones.
There was no crossbar, just white Shimenawa rope, and you could vaguely see 'No' shaped talismans hanging from it.
On the torii columns, whose red had faded to a tragic hue, you could still see the engraved script.
"These texts are the names of the clan members who built these torii gates in the past."
Four Directions Huixue explained, then stepped forward to caress the tragic red torii column, looking at words that had been worn down by the years almost to the point of illegibility.
She seemed to be reflecting on something, but soon the fragile expression on her face vanished, replaced by a firm resolve.
