Passenger jets generally cruised at an altitude of around ten thousand meters, a height where humans could hardly withstand the conditions with flesh and blood alone.
For one thing, the ambient temperature reached minus 40°C. For another, the air pressure at that altitude was low, at just 0.2 standard atmospheres. As for oxygen, there was only 20% as much as at ground level; a few breaths would leave a person oxygen-deprived.
If an ordinary person had sat on the tail of this plane, they probably would not have lasted long before either suffocating from lack of oxygen or freezing into a popsicle.
Yet Chen Jue sat at the rear of the plane, facing the freezing wind without so much as a change of expression. Even though those cold winds would have cut painfully across an ordinary person's face like knives, they still could not break through his skin, which was as thick and sturdy as a city wall.
With the [Mortal World Golden Body Skill] enhancing him, Chen Jue's skin could even stop bullets with ease. Air currents traveling at over six hundred kilometers per hour amounted to little more than a skin massage.
His eyes merely became a little dry after being exposed to such fierce winds for too long, and a few blinks to moisten them took care of that.
After admiring the beautiful morning scenery ten thousand meters above the ground for a while, Chen Jue's thoughts turned to everything back home.
After all, he had been away from his homeland for half a year. Now that he was on his way back, his eagerness to get home filled him with a little more jubilation.
It was much like the feeling ordinary migrant workers had when they received their wages and year-end bonuses and set off for