The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Chen Siyao stood on the floating jade platform, her usually calm and collected face filled with extreme shock. Her usually composed and calm state of mind was completely overwhelmed. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

She had studied ancient historical records and delved into the secrets of the heavens for countless years, reading thousands of ancient books and mythological descriptions, but she never imagined that the real Thirty-Three Heavens would be so magnificent and beautiful!

"It's so beautiful..."

After a long silence, she finally uttered a few words, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes filled with awe and shock.

"It's absolutely gorgeous! A hundred times more ethereal than I imagined!"

Yang Wanqing, who was standing to the side, could no longer contain herself and was completely captivated by the beautiful scenery. Her little face was full of amazement.

Yang Wanqing came to her senses in a very direct way.

She squatted down.

He crouched on the edge of the stone bridge, leaning his body out over the railing, reaching down with one hand.

My fingertips touched the clouds.

"Yao Yao!" She turned around, a strange excitement on her face, "It's a real cloud! And it's cool!"

Chen Siyao walked over.

Yang Wanqing pulled her hand back to show her; her fingertips were covered with tiny water droplets that refracted a faint rainbow in the light.

"It feels like mist, but it's denser, and there's resistance when you push it with your hand," Yang Wanqing said.

Chen Siyao didn't touch it. Her attention was drawn to the stone bridge in front of her.

The bridge is very long. I estimate it to be at least a kilometer long.

She stepped onto the stone bridge.

Every stone slab underfoot fits together perfectly. There is no cement or adhesive; they are joined together purely through the precise cutting and assembly of the stone itself.

It's very stable to walk on, without any wobbling.

Below the bridge, a sea of ​​clouds surges. Occasionally, a gust of air rises up, carrying a cool breeze that seeps through the gaps in the railings.

Yang Wanqing followed behind, her head constantly swaying from side to side.

"Yaoyao, look to the left, there's a bridge over there too!"

Chen Siyao looked over. Sure enough. To the left, another stone bridge extended from another floating platform, leading to palace complexes in different directions.

"It's well-connected in all directions," Chen Siyao said.

The architectural system was far larger than she had imagined. It was not a single palace, nor a network, but a cluster of floating structures connected by countless stone bridges, scattered throughout the sea of ​​clouds.

It took about twenty minutes to walk.

Yang Wanqing suddenly tugged at Chen Siyao's sleeve.

"Yaoyao... in front."

At the top of the railing on the right side of the stone bridge, a crane stands on a stone pier.

Its snow-white wings were spotless, and its dark, lively eyes turned gently, scrutinizing the unfamiliar visitor with a bewildered curiosity.

The two women stopped.

The crane didn't move either. The man and the crane stared at each other for three or four seconds.

Yang Wanqing lowered her voice: "It doesn't fly?"

Chen Siyao observed it for a moment. The crane was standing very relaxed, its feathers were tightly packed, and it showed no signs of being startled.

She took two steps forward. After confirming that the crane was docile and harmless, the two women completely lowered their guard and slowly walked to the vicinity of the stone bridge.

The crane tilted its head.

Yang Wanqing followed, her courage gradually growing. She stopped when she was about three meters away from the crane.

"So beautiful," Yang Wanqing said softly.

Chen Siyao was observing something else.

The crane's eyes.

The black pupils lack irises and are not like the eyes of blue-starred birds.

She could see faint, subtle patterns of light flowing inside her pupils.

Then look at its feathers. The surface is glossy, but the texture is not quite right. Chen Siyao stretched out a hand and stopped half a meter away from the crane.

She focused intently on sensing the spiritual energy fluctuations around the crane, carefully observing its body structure and the patterns on its wings.

Reiki.

The crane has a sense of flowing clouds and water vapor on its body.

"It's not an ordinary body of flesh and blood," Chen Siyao said in a low voice.

Yang Wanqing blinked. "What do you mean?"

"It's impossible for carbon-based life forms like those on Earth to exist in Jupiter's atmosphere. Their body composition must be different from ours."

Chen Siyao withdrew her hand. "It could be pure spiritual energy, or it could be some kind of special form of matter. Its food source is probably also from the sea of ​​clouds."

Yang Wanqing became even more excited after hearing this.

She took another step forward, reached out her hand, and carefully tried to touch the crane's wing.

The crane stared at her hand.

When her fingertips were ten centimeters from her wings...

Spread your wings.

The wind pressure slammed into Yang Wanqing's face, blowing all her hair back.

The crane, with a wingspan of two meters, leaped from the stone pier, soared over the heads of the two people, and glided into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

Yang Wanqing's hand froze in mid-air.

"..."

She pulled her hand back.

"How stingy. Won't let me touch you."

Chen Siyao couldn't help but laugh.

The comments section was already filled with messages like "I feel sorry for the late Qing Dynasty," "Crane: Don't mention Xie," and "It's an ancient spirit bird, and you just touch it like that?"

Chen Hao walked a dozen steps ahead without ever looking back.

The end of the stone bridge drew ever closer. The outline of the palace complex grew clearer from its hazy state, revealing layers of upturned eaves, massive columns, and towering platforms. All of it seemed to float above the sea of ​​clouds.

It took almost an hour to walk.

As Yang Wanqing walked forward, she looked around in amazement, exclaiming, "Every bridge connects to a different palace! It's so magnificent! It's practically a fairyland in the clouds!"

The two walked slowly, immersing themselves in the magnificent scenery of the heavens and feeling the unique charm of the ancient fairyland.

After traveling for a full hour, passing through layers of cloud bridges and countless small and medium-sized immortal palaces, their gaze finally settled on a massive, magnificent, and highly recognizable core palace not far away.

This palace sits in the very center of the sea of ​​clouds, covering a vast area. Its double eaves soar high, and its imposing presence far surpasses all the surrounding buildings. With its vermilion railings and jade pillars, gray tiles and red pillars, it is ancient, grand, and awe-inspiring. It is clearly the residence of a top-level ancient powerhouse!

"Where to?" Yang Wanqing asked.

Chen Siyao chose the largest one directly in front of her.

"It's nearby and large in scale. There should be a lot of information."

Yang Wanqing had no objection. The two stepped onto the stone bridge directly ahead. Chen Hao continued walking in front, his pace remaining unchanged.

Five minutes later.

The gates of the palace complex came into view.

The gate is twelve meters high. The two doors resemble bronze doors, but they are not bronze. The color is bluish, and there are subtle flowing patterns on the surface, making it impossible to discern the material.

The door was half open, the left side of the door was slightly crooked, and the hinges showed signs of loosening.

But Chen Siyao's gaze did not fall on the door.

She was looking at the lintel.

Above the doorway, in the center, hangs a plaque. Made of grayish-white stone, its surface weathered, yet the characters remain clearly legible.

Ancient script. Vertically arranged. Six characters.

Chen Siyao read it aloud.

Then he spoke.

"The Heaven of Separation from Hatred, the Tushita Palace."

Yang Wanqing was studying the hidden patterns on the door when he heard these six words and paused for a moment.

"The Tusita Heaven?" She turned around. "Yaoyao, whose palace is the Tusita Heaven?"

Chen Siyao stared at the plaque for a few seconds.

"The Supreme Lord of Morality".

Yang Wanqing's reaction was delayed by about a second.

Then her eyes widened.

"What?! Laozi?!" She had enough common sense that the Supreme Lord Laozi was the Daode Tianzun.

Chen Siyao nodded.

"Wow!" Yang Wanqing had already darted to the crack in the door, peeking her head inside. "The palace of Laozi! The legendary place where immortal elixirs were refined!"

As she squeezed inside, she called back, "Yaoyao, come quick! There might still be some pills left inside! The legendary kind that Sun Wukong stole! The kind that makes you powerful just by eating one!"

Chen Siyao rolled her eyes. "If there were, would it be your turn?"

"Oh dear, maybe Lao Tzu slipped through the net when he left! There are always some who escape!"

Yang Wanqing had already squeezed in.