The prayer voices of the early morning wafted through the sky over the Lake Capital City. They flew into the cloud layers of the rainy season, transforming into the thunder above the ninth heaven, singing praises to the Chief Divine's glory. Atop the majestic Great Temple, hundreds of priests chanted in unison. The burning incense sent up pleasing spirals of blue smoke that encircled the Sacred Fire and then scattered up and down the pyramid. At this moment, the Temple Pyramid shrouded in divine smoke was like the Chief Divine's Serpent Mountain, and the Lake Capital City was the embodiment of the Divine Kingdom descended!
Xiulote inhaled the scent of the divine smoke, feeling completely refreshed and invigorated. The incense of the Great Temple was a blend made from various spices, with a considerable amount burned every day.
