Bell Ringing Golden Mist

The ancient oriental buildings are the bones, the steam machinery is the veins, and the energy mutation is the soul. There is no system descending from the sky, no sect escort, only the flesh and blood gained from chewing expired cans on the scorched earth, the wisdom honed by crawling in the sea of ​​sand, and the sentence engraved in the jade tablet - my life belongs to me, not to heaven and earth.