The dusk sky stretched boundlessly, while the brown Dark Clouds overhead resembled coiling dragons, spreading endlessly into infinity.
The ground beneath their feet was red, and countless gusts of sand carried a pungent smell. Walking through it, Lu PingAn wondered if he had arrived on the Mars of classic science fiction.
He reached out and narrowed his eyes, yet he still felt slightly suffocated.
The people he had brought along were in an even more delicate situation.
Most wore a combination of oxygen tanks and Gas Masks. Their heavy protective suits paired with powered armor made Lu PingAn feel even more as though he had reached an alien planet.
"Su Yuanyuan, roughly how long will it take them to adapt?"
Among the armored guards, Lu Mouren was the most conspicuous.
In truth, if Lu PingAn were really thrown into the void or outer space now, he would only need to "modify" himself slightly to adapt completely.
Even now, he could clearly feel his lungs growing stronger, while his body actively adapted and reduced its oxygen consumption.
But Lu PingAn knew even better that if he truly encountered an environment with no oxygen at all, this "human skin" of his would be completely stripped away. His current self did not need an oxygen cycle to survive at all; he probably still breathed only out of bodily habit.
No, no. I still need a little humanity. At least for the next century, Lu PingAn did not intend to abandon his human form or humanity.
His disciple—or at least, his nominal disciple—Tier 5 Healer Su Yuanyuan was also reviewing the latest examination records.
It had to be admitted that while Lu Mouren's warriors could be considered elite troops in every respect, they were still far inferior to those beast-like Martial Artists.
Seven hours