There are so many geniuses here; the Pangu Order senses countless lives from across the Cosmos every year, yet most ultimately remain unremarkable.
A newcomer is just a newcomer, unable to stir up much of a storm.
...
"Whew..."
Meng Chuan's body shivered as he woke up and returned to his senses.
When his consciousness returned to his body, and he realized he could move his limbs, he found himself on an island.
He stood up and flexed his limbs.
After trying, he didn't sense any discomfort.
Although there's no oxygen here, the Gang Transformation physique frees the body from the dependency on oxygen. As long as there is "energy," he can survive.
Spreading his perception, Meng Chuan silently contemplated according to the knowledge learned from the Dao Domain Network:
"Humidity at 50%, ground temperature 25 degrees Celsius, air pressure 110 kilopascals; the records weren't wrong, this is a planet suitable for all life forms to inhabit."
Not all planets are so 'benign.'
