The Age of the Celestials, the Beginning of Everything

Lin Feng felt himself flying forward through a kaleidoscopic passage.

As he flew, he gradually lost consciousness.

He had no idea how long had passed before someone shook him awake.

"A Feng, wake up! It's time for class."

Lin Feng woke groggily and found himself lying on a bench, with a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old little girl standing before him.

The little girl was dressed somewhat modernly.

She wore a short-sleeved shirt with a square collar and white neckerchief, along with a pleated short skirt that fell just past her knees.

Could it be that he had transmigrated back to the modern age again?

He lowered his head to inspect his clothing and found himself wearing a short shirt and shorts. He looked extremely young, only fourteen or fifteen at most.

This was clearly not his former self.

He swept his gaze around again.

He was beneath a large tree.

Farther away lay a vast lawn, somewhat like a school athletic field.

Quite a few fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boys and girls were on the grass, either practicing martial arts or taking a stroll.

They all wore short shirts and shorts, their clothing styles vastly different from those on the Shenzhou Continent.

There really was a teaching building at the end of the lawn.

Lin Feng looked up at the sky and saw all manner of aircraft crisscrossing overhead.

Though it was daytime, a huge moon still hung in the sky.

Two colossal warships, visible to the naked eye, were parked near the moon.

Lin Feng was a little dazed. This was not the modern age either—the civilization here far surpassed modern times.

At that moment, a flood of memories surfaced in Lin Feng's mind.

So his name was A Feng, and he was a student at this Martial Arts Academy.

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