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

Chen Siyao carefully put away the two seals, giving the gold seal to Yang Wanqing and keeping the silver seal for herself.

"Let's go. That's all for Yishengzhai."

She took two steps outside, then stopped and looked back at the empty inner room.

Yisheng. Fatal divination, astrological analysis, and formation layout.

The documents written by Chang'e mention that "the spiritual energy of the Nine Provinces was cut off, which Ziwei Tianzun had foreseen long ago."

Was the person who predicted this... the Purple Star Celestial Venerable?

Or is it Yisheng, who is skilled in divination and numerology?

Chen Siyao kept this thought to herself but didn't say it aloud.

He turned and went out.

After leaving Yishengzhai, Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing explored all the remaining side halls of Ziwei Star Palace.

No more surprises.

The remaining side halls were all standard residential layouts, now deserted with only basic furnishings. The people who lived there left nothing noteworthy.

As the two walked back to the front yard, Yang Wanqing counted on her fingers.

"Tianpeng, Chang'e, and Yisheng—the Three Saints of the North Star. Tianpeng is the eldest brother, Chang'e is the second, and Yisheng is the third."

"right."

"Chang'e was in charge of the Yutu-1 rover on the moon. How did Marshal Tianpeng come to be?"

Chen Siyao recalled, "He might be from a different job system. 'Marshal' is a military title."

"So, Tianpeng is in charge of fighting?"

"Possibly. We don't have enough information to confirm at this time."

Yang Wanqing skipped along the corridor. Today's harvest was immense.

The book contains Chang'e's cultivation notes, the Dingjia Contract Seal, and complete information about the severing of spiritual energy in the Nine Provinces and the Jade Rabbit-1 rover.

The two walked to the front courtyard of the Ziwei Star Palace. Chen Hao stood in the courtyard with his back to them, looking at a stone mural on the courtyard wall.

The mural is huge, covering the entire east wall. It depicts a group of people standing on clouds with a starry sky in the background.

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

Chen Hao didn't turn around. "The entire mural of the Beichen Immortal Sect."

Chen Siyao walked over to take a closer look. The figures on the mural varied in size and were clearly positioned.

Standing in the center of the front row was a tall man with a dignified face; he was likely the Purple Star Celestial Venerable. Three people stood on each side of him.

The first one on the left: a fat Marshal Tianpeng.

The second person from the left: a woman in plain white clothes, who is the image of Chang'e—the same as the portrait next to the jade mirror in the Moon Pavilion.

The third person from the left: a middle-aged man with a cold and stern face, holding nothing in his hands, but standing on a star map.

"Tianpeng, Chang'e, Yisheng." Chen Siyao recognized them.

She didn't recognize the three people on the right. But the first one on the right, with a robust build and a round face, matched the portrait of Tianpeng Curie.

Behind the mural, there were densely packed people. Chen Siyao roughly counted them and could identify about two hundred human figures.

The sect of 272 people. All of them are engraved on this wall.

It's been ten thousand years.

Most of these people will probably not even be remembered by name. But they once stood here. They truly existed.

Chen Siyao photographed the entire mural and its details.

"That's about it," she said. "I've seen the main areas of the Ziwei Star Palace. The core takeaways are Chang'e's cultivation notes, background information on Yutu-1, and the Dingjia Contract Seal."

Yang Wanqing patted the Qiankun bag: "It's all here."

Chen Siyao glanced at the sky. There was no real change in the sky in the Thirty-Three Heavens, but her internal clock told her that more than half a day had passed.

"That's all for today. Go back and rest, and study Chang'e's cultivation notes tonight."

"good!"

Yang Wanqing followed Chen Siyao out. As they passed the entrance of Yishengzhai, she looked down at the golden seal in her Qiankun bag.

The Six Ding. Six guardians at the peak of the Divine Treasure Realm.

Yang Wanqing did some mental calculations: if she returned to Blue Star and took out this thing in any situation...

Just thinking about it is so satisfying.

She grinned and followed Chen Siyao's steps.

"Yaoyao..."

"Um?"

"Do you think we should use the Dingjia Contract Seal when we return to Earth?"

Chen Siyao did not answer immediately. She walked out of the main gate of the Ziwei Star Palace, stood on the approach bridge, and looked back at the deep purple gate.

"No need for now."

Why?

"Hidden cards..." Chen Siyao walked forward, "are only valuable when you use them."

Yang Wanqing thought for a moment and nodded.

"Got it. It's the trump card."

"I'm gone."

The three of them returned along the approach bridge. The sea of ​​clouds surged beneath their feet.

The color of the sea of ​​clouds changed from golden white to copper orange.

When the three of them finished exploring the last side hall of the Ziwei Star Palace, Chen Siyao's biological clock had already skipped the twelve-hour mark.

The whole day. From the front yard to the back yard, from the main hall to the corner tower, every room was searched thoroughly.

In the last two hours, Yang Wanqing's steps were noticeably unsteady, and he spoke half as little as he did in the morning.

Chen Siyao stood in front of the main gate of the Ziwei Star Palace and spoke to the image crystal.

"That concludes today's exploration. I have already summarized the main takeaways from the Ziwei Star Palace."

"Chang'e's cultivation notes, Dingjia's seal, and a complete historical context about Yutu-1 and the severing of spiritual energy in the Nine Provinces."

"Tomorrow we will continue our advance to the next palace complex."

The comments section was still flooded with messages.

"Thank you for your hard work, Yao!"

"See you tomorrow!"

"The Dingjia contract seal was really too much; I still haven't recovered."

"Yaoyao, please get some rest!"

Chen Siyao nodded to the image crystal and traced the array pattern with her finger.

The live stream was interrupted.

Yang Wanqing slumped onto the stone steps by the door, one of her shoes having fallen off. "Yaoyao, my leg is ruined."

"Serves you right. Who told you to crouch down and rummage under the cabinets in every room?"

"What if there's treasure inside!"

Chen Siyao ignored her. She glanced back at Chen Hao, who was still in the same state, standing with his hands behind his back by the bridge railing, gazing at the sea of ​​clouds, lost in thought.

He followed them the whole day without saying a word, and didn't even have a chance to drink a few sips of tea.

"Brother, are you tired?"

Chen Hao turned around. "Not tired."

Two words: normal. Chen Siyao didn't ask any further questions.

Dinner was a combination of spirit fruits and dry rations prepared by Yang Wanqing. After eating, the three returned to their temporary lodging in the attic.

Chen Hao went to the balcony, moved a chair down, and made tea as usual.

The moonlight, or rather, the soft light simulated by the Thirty-Three Heavens, shone on the stone bricks of the balcony, creating an atmosphere of excessive quiet.

Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing huddled around the long table in the inner room and poured out all of Chang'e's cultivation notes from their Qiankun bag.

The documents were laid out on the table.

"Let's do it in chronological order," Chen Siyao said.

"Okay." Yang Wanqing flipped through the scattered documents one by one to check the dates and arranged them in a line. The two started reading from the earliest document.

The first few sections cover the basics: Chang'e's insights from her early cultivation at the Beichen Immortal Sect, techniques for circulating spiritual energy, and methods for expanding meridians.

It's helpful for them at this stage, but not particularly amazing.