A Familiar Name

"Look, there are survivors over there." Luo Zhu pointed at a stronghold forty li away, overjoyed.

Survivors meant this planet had not been utterly wiped out. It was on the brink of destruction, and there was a good chance it could still be saved, allowing its civilization to endure.

The settlement was a small city, chaotic and devoid of beauty. It looked as though it might collapse at any moment, yet every style of construction served a purpose.

The foremost purpose of the settlement's buildings was to house people. Sturdiness came next, while comfort was placed last.

Everyone here was a soldier, with a degree of division of labor. Some were responsible for venturing out to seek relics of the Old World, some farmed to secure food, and some taught so civilization could be passed down...

When the three arrived, sirens blared. The settlement's people dropped what they were doing and raised their weapons at them, while those who had gone out rushed back upon hearing the alarm.

"We mean no harm..." Luo Ying tried to explain, but they refused to listen and instead demanded harshly.

"Why are your radiation levels so high?! You came near us carrying that much radiation—are you trying to kill everyone here?!"

The three were taken aback. They had not expected the sirens to be triggered by the radiation they carried, rather than by their arrival.

Luo Ying was the first to react. He said quietly, "There must have been an explosion involving nuclear weapons or something similar where we went earlier, and we picked up radiation. We aren't afraid of radiation, but to these survivors, it's a lethal weapon."

Statistics showed that many worlds faced the problem of difficult-to-handle radiation after nuclear wars. For this reason, the Dao Sect had specifically dispatched people for