The sunlight was sparse and gentle. Seeds of Chrysanthemum sprouted from the soil, looking toward the tranquil and peaceful valley. Ten days had already passed since that funeral which had shaken the Zapotec people. And at the same time, a funeral in Cloud Mountain City also came to an end, as the last shovelful of earth was filled in.
The noble youths who had been sent out to seek aid, the last Elders unwilling to surrender, and the few Priests who chose suicide—they were all buried together in the burial pit of the Rain Divine Temple, becoming the final funeral companions of the ancestral land of Cloud Mountain City. Afterwards, Cloud Mountain City opened its gates. The City Lord Yun Shenshan cradled the ancestral clay urn, the Elder Priest Yun Gushi raised high the Heritage Tablet of their lineage, and dozens of Cloud Mountain Divine Race dragged along the stone disc of the Rain Divine, all bowing their heads as they walked out of the city.
