Mud, chaos, dilapidation, filth, stench, disorder.
Just like the poorest slums filled with Dalits in the neighboring country of Divine Continent.
This was the entire impression Lu Wenwu had of the Giant Bone Gathering Place as he walked among the precarious buildings.
In this settlement pieced together with construction waste and strange materials, pairs of eyes filled with hopelessness and numbness slowly moved, watching this group as if they had descended from the Divine Country.
Clothed in rags, struggling to fill their stomachs.
The rites and virtues once held dear on this land had long disappeared.
Replaced only by humanity's most primitive desires and instincts engraved in DNA.
"When the granaries are full, people are mindful of etiquette."
"When clothing and food are abundant, people are conscious of honor and shame."
The nuclear war broke out, the world turned to wasteland, and the splendid culture created by human civilization almost ceased on this planet.
Living?
