There was no end to corruption. Peace was merely an ideal, and greedy Plunderers would never let any opportunity slip by.
War would not cease because of anyone's actions. During the period when Lu PingAn had been laying low, the war rapidly escalated.
"Has the battlefield become like this already?"
Underwater, Lu PingAn tried to control his new body, but the results were rather dreadful.
He could not feel the water pressure around him. The dim, even pitch-black seafloor had become a true abyss of darkness after he lost the Eye of Truth.
Lu PingAn tried to remain calm. He knew this was not actually anything important. This was merely an ordinary sniping battle: another small Space Rift had released some medium-to-large Fishmen with crocodile hides, and the local mercenaries had been assigned to swiftly eliminate them.
"The environment is far worse than I imagined." He realized that he seemed to have overestimated this body.
Lu PingAn held out a finger. His "eyes" could only vaguely make out a palm. His new body imitated the structure of the Long-Hand Tribe, but it was merely superficial. At its core, it was still a Wooden Figure.
Without the Long-Hand Tribe's underwater vision, and having also lost the blessing of Divine Grace and the Eye of Truth, while underwater vibrations were ineffective as well, Lu PingAn experienced a sensation unlike any he had ever known.
"So this is how ordinary humans see in underwater combat? No wonder they need my underwater lanterns."
Even when Lu PingAn had previously shut down all his senses, he had still been a transcendent being above the Rule-level. His biological level was there; he simply could not sense "threats."
Now, with combat power around Tier 2, he had sunk into a deep-sea battlefield with no one to rely