Hard Six Days, the Team Finally Arrives!

In the mountains, the passing of time went unnoticed; winter ended without anyone knowing what year it was.

The situation outside the New Continent changed by the day, with disasters quietly brewing.

But to Su Mo and the others hurrying through the Ten Thousand Mile Mountains,

none of this could be sensed at all.

After losing the internet, Electromagnetic Wave, and a series of other tools for contacting the outside world,

by now, even the most naive person understood that returning to Earth had become a permanent wish.

Compared to the unreal Earth in their dreams, the wasteland beneath their feet had gradually become their life.

Humanity seemed to have returned to the primitive age, and time beneath their feet had slowly lost its meaning, passing in a blur.

As the sun rose and fell, one snow-covered mountain after another was left behind.

On the Doomsday Calendar, May 6 quietly arrived!

That day.

On a snow mountain near the center of the range, one that had not seen human footsteps for a long time, some long-awaited travelers finally arrived.

Unlike the merchant caravans that had passed through here before,

although this group's clothes were uniform in color and orderly in style, a closer look revealed that most were worn-out, with unmistakable tears.

Their formation was somewhat scattered and lacked order. Most people looked as though they might suddenly buckle at the knees and tumble into the deep valley below.

Their steps were weary and heavy. Every footfall left a deep print in the snow, making one wonder whether they could lift their feet again.

Even the waist straps linking them together were covered in countless patches and stitches, as though they might snap at any moment.

From any angle, this group was almost indistinguishable from the refugees fleeing their "homeland"