Lu Mingfei stepped onto the warm beach. The sun was setting, its last burning scarlet rays painting the sky and sea red.
The entrance to the Nibelungen had been tampered with, and for the moment, Lu Mingfei had no idea where he was. A beach-judging by the climate, somewhere at a low latitude at least. Even Odin could not instantly unleash alchemy spanning half the globe without leaving a trace, especially through the boundary of a Nibelungen.
Lu Mingfei extended his spiritual perception to its utmost limits, down through the crust into the upper mantle and up into the stratosphere. The feedback from the elements showed no trace of falsification.
Both the physical world and the elemental world were vast chaotic systems. Simulating an illusion this realistic was unimaginable even when Lu Mingfei had possessed a complete Order.
He swept high into the air, above the clouds. The lead-gray sea of clouds at dusk stretched beneath his feet to the horizon. Looking up, he found that the stars overhead were no different from those on Earth.
He was indeed in reality, but the spatial displacement without any warning was inexplicable.
He glided along the lower boundary of the stratosphere, surveying the coastal town's lights below. Once he had gradually established his location, he accelerated. Within a few minutes, he estimated that he had covered around five hundred kilometers, then descended directly onto a building in the city below.
Every classroom in the brightly lit teaching building was full, yet it was quiet enough to hear pen tips rustling over paper. An occasional cough could be heard even in the next classroom.
Shilan High School was the best school in the city, with the very best students. In fact, the vast majority of them had private tutors.
Lu Mingfei walked along