Descent, Descent, Descent!

On April 29 of the Doomsday Calendar, the second day after the Heavy Snowfall disaster ended, humanity had spent 118 days in the wasteland.

In the civilized era, this time would already have been bustling.

Countless office workers would have started slacking off, making plans for trips during the approaching May Day Holiday.

Students would have been eagerly looking forward to the holiday, waiting to rest properly and relax with some games.

Merchants would also have stocked up early, happily waiting to make a fortune during the May Day Holiday.

However.

In the wasteland of the apocalypse, everything had changed!

Nearly four months of struggling had caused more than ninety-nine percent of people to forget this meaningful holiday.

The crushing pressure of survival had made everyone gradually forget even the various things about life on Earth.

Even when they recalled them after lying down to sleep at night, they felt as if they had been part of an ethereal dream—both real and illusory.

Tian Yuan Territory.

Around the large circle that had been opened up around the central depression, the snow had been systematically cleared and transported for several days, then sent to the Alchemy Furnace near the village to be burned.

The cleared area had grown from three kilometers at the start, to five kilometers when Su Mo left, and then slowly expanded to the current eleven kilometers.

The progress had been quite fast.

At this rate, by the time Su Mo returned from the Ten Thousand Mile Mountains,

at least thirty to forty kilometers around Hope Village would have been cleared, free from the snow's influence and available for further production and use.

However, the atmosphere in the territory was clearly somewhat strange today.

It was already a little past seven in the morning.

Looking down from high