Six months later, on September 5th, thirty-one years after the catastrophe, the weather was clear.
In a spacious classroom at the “Redemption Holy City” Central Primary School, Gao Tianming is giving a serious lecture to his students.
The "experience" he had undergone over the past few days had shed his initial naivety and immaturity, and he was beginning to resemble a teacher.
Of course, she's just a primary school teacher.
"Students, in the past, we called another world that is attached to the real world the 'real world,' which is actually a misconception."
The sudden emergence of supernatural powers and the pollution-induced mutations has had a tremendous impact on human understanding.
In their fear, humanity began to call another new world, which they believed could manifest power in a more direct way and had close ties with ritual magic and high-ranking divine benefactors, the "Real World."
Intending to uncover the truth behind the existence of "supernatural powers" and "contamination" in order to glimpse the "true face" of the world, but...
As Gao Tianming spoke, he slowly walked to the bottom of the podium, gently tapped the desk of the first row of students, and then stretched out his hand: "Hand it over."
A particularly young girl glanced at him guiltily, then lowered her head, opened her mouth, and spat out a wet, brightly colored hornet about ten centimeters long.
Buzzing...
The hornets began to flap their wings.
Gao Tianming's hands tightened involuntarily, and his throat bobbed. "Zhou Qianqian... does it bite?"
The little girl whispered, "It's very well-behaved."
Gao Tianming nodded slightly, turned around stiffly, returned to the podium, opened the drawer behind the lectern, took out a small cage, and carefully placed the hornet that looked highly venomous inside.
After doing all this, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Then, he picked up the small cage, bent down, and pulled open the hollow storage compartment under the lectern.
There are all sorts of little trinkets there, such as animated miniature sculptures, ferocious insects, and adorable flower fairies…
Or some disgusting, weird stuff.
Like... a foul mouth that keeps swearing, a rotten, stinking sludge covered in filth, or a special-purpose mechanical doll with a seductive figure that keeps throwing flirtatious glances.
Gao Tianming was used to this; these days, it's normal to have more problem students.
He placed the hornet in a separate compartment, then closed the glass door to shut out the strange noises from inside. Before even getting up, he asked loudly:
"Zhou Qianqian, what do we call the Real World now?"
The sound of rapidly turning pages filled the air, followed by a timid reply: "It's called... Spirit Realm."
"Hmm... the Spirit Realm, that is actually a fantastical world born from the intertwining influence of the spirituality of all living beings."
Gao Tianming sighed and continued:
"Let me tell you something unrelated. I heard that the higher-ups discussed new naming conventions, such as 'Virtual Realm,' 'Subsidiary Dimension,' and 'Inner World,' etc..."
Finally, Mr. Meng approved the name "Lingjing" (灵境).
A student raised his arm high and asked:
"Teacher, why is Mr. Meng able to make such a decision? Also, during the 'Final God Battle,' why were there voices saying things like 'Meng Yi, think about it'?"
Gao Tianming replied casually:
"Because Mr. Meng is the most senior apostle, has made the most contributions, and his strength should have reached the level of 'angel'."
You're still young, there are some things you don't understand..."
After scanning the classroom with a considerable number of middle-aged and young people, as well as elderly students, he wisely changed his tune:
"Well, most people don't know much about the inside story, but I know a little more."
In the past, Mr. Meng has always been the most influential senior apostle.
As for those lines from the "Final God War"...
He shrugged. "It's probably the enemy trying to turn Mr. Meng against his cause. Of course, I've also heard some rumors, heh..."
A strange smile appeared on his lips as he shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Some people say that Mr. Meng is our master, the Lord of Eternal Sleep, and the God of Redemption."
Hahaha...that's hilarious! I've met Mr. Meng before; he's only about five or six years older than me.
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