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

After obtaining this feathered robe from Jingwei Cave, it transformed into various styles, accompanying her through every day and night. "Brother."

Chen Siyao tugged at her clothes. "This feathered robe of Jingwei, would you consider it an item from another world?"

Chen Hao's heart skipped a beat.

Correct.

Jingwei's feathered robe.

That garment was made from Jingwei's wings, making it her most cherished possession.

"It's worth a try."

Chen Siyao immediately got up and went to the bedroom to change out of the feather robe. Ever since she got the feather robe...

She has never bought any clothes, and the ones she wears are still from a long time ago.

A few minutes later, she came out with a white feather robe.

The feather robe was light and airy, as soft as real feathers.

Chen Hao took the feather robe and carefully sensed its contents.

This is indeed Jingwei's natal item. The feather robe still retains Jingwei's aura; although ten thousand years have passed, the aura has not completely dissipated.

If Jingwei were still alive, this feather robe could serve as a positioning anchor, connecting her to her location.

Chen Hao stood up: "I'll give it a try."

"Brother," Chen Siyao called out to him, "you were just injured..."

"It's nothing. It's just location tracking, no need to fight."

After saying that, Chen Hao's figure flashed and disappeared from the living room.

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain.

Chen Hao stood in front of the archway again and placed Jingwei's feather robe into the center of the archway.

The feather robe floated up, and white light emanated from the feathers.

The light spread along the patterns of the archway...

Bright.

Moreover, this time the reaction was even stronger than Yu Sheng's.

Chen Hao closed his eyes, and his divine sense extended outwards along the light.

Passing through the void...

found it.

The anchor points are crystal clear.

and...

It can be connected to the positioning anchor point.

Chen Hao opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

found it.

He put the feather robe back and turned to leave Kunlun.

Ten minutes later, Chen Hao returned to Baotian City.

Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing were still waiting for him in the living room.

"How is it?" Chen Siyao asked.

"Okay." Chen Hao returned the feather robe to her. "Jingwei is still alive, and the anchor point is stable."

Chen Siyao breathed a sigh of relief.

"So now..."

"Now we only need to refine the three Great Paths of Metal, Wood, and Earth," Chen Hao said, "and then we can open the passage."

Yang Wanqing asked timidly, "Master, how long will it take to refine the three Great Daos?"

Chen Hao thought for a moment.

"If things go smoothly, six years."

"Six years..." Yang Wanqing bit her lip, "...that black miasma..."

"It will take twenty years to advance to Earth," Chen Hao said. "There's still time."

Chen Siyao nodded: "Brother, when are you going into seclusion?"

Chen Hao looked at his body.

The foundation is still under repair, and the cracks have not yet fully healed.

"I need to heal my injuries first," he said. "I'll go into seclusion at Guixu Pearl in three days."

"it is good."

Chen Siyao didn't ask any more questions.

She turned and went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Yang Wanqing followed.

Chen Hao was the only one left in the living room.

He sat on the sofa, looking at the night view of Shenzhen outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Bright lights.

Bustling with traffic.

Everyone is living their normal lives, unaware of the enormous sword hanging over their heads.

Twenty years.

There are still twenty years left.

Chen Hao closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

enough.

Six years of refining three great paths.

The relocation was organized over a period of five years.

enough.

In the living room.

Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing sat on the sofa without saying a word.

After a long silence, Yang Wanqing finally spoke: "Yaoyao, are you scared?"

Chen Siyao looked towards the study, her fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of her clothes.

"Will being afraid do any good?"

Yang Wanqing hugged her legs and rested her chin on her knees: "That's true."

After a while, Yang Wanqing asked again, "You said those people who migrated from the ancient cultivation civilization... are they doing well in that other world?"

Chen Siyao didn't answer. She was thinking about something else.

Why did the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect fight each other back then, vying for the Thirty-Three Heavens, which is Jupiter?

At that time, the spiritual energy of Earth was exhausted, and Jupiter was the last place where spiritual energy remained. The two factions almost fought for ten thousand years over that little bit of remaining spiritual energy.

The scene later recorded in the Penglai murals shows that the elder brother successfully overcame his tribulation and mastered the Dao of Space.

Then the two sides ceased hostilities.

It wasn't because of who won or who lost; it was because, to go to another world, we needed my brother's spatial abilities.

In ancient times, only Chen Hao mastered the Dao of Space.

So whether it was the Chan Sect or the Jie Sect, they only stopped fighting because the elder brother had broken through.

This is the elder brother's trump card. It is also the prerequisite for the migration of the ancient cultivation civilization.

Chen Siyao closed her eyes.

It was like this ten thousand years ago, and it will be like this ten thousand years from now.

The fate of the entire planet rests on the shoulders of one person.

Chen Siyao clenched her fists. Then she turned on the bracelet's projection to start a video call, and Cai Jingwen's image appeared in the projection.

Chen Siyao got straight to the point: "Sister Jingwen, I want to start a new project!"

"What project? Yao Yao, you already have enough projects! Why don't you finish one or two before starting a new one?" Cai Jingwen advised.

"No need. All other projects have been stopped. Sister Jingwen, help me recruit relevant talent. I want to establish an artificial wormhole project," Chen Siyao said firmly.

"Yao, wait..." Cai Jingwen pressed, "The artificial wormhole project, you know this concept doesn't even have a theoretical model yet, right? Building the basic framework from scratch, just the mathematical tools alone..."

"I know." Chen Siyao didn't turn around. "Let's recruit the people first, and I'll figure out the theoretical issues."

Cai Jingwen opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing more, nodded, and ended the call.

After hanging up the call, Chen Siyao turned her head and glanced in the direction of the study.

The door was closed. My brother said he would go into seclusion at the Guixu Pearl in three days. Three days.

Yang Wanqing squatted at the kitchen doorway, clutching a carrot in her hand, not moving for a long time.

"Yao Yao".

"Um?"

"That artificial wormhole project you just mentioned... are you preparing for a contingency plan?"

"Yes," Chen Siyao said. "It's always good to have more options. I will push forward the research on artificial wormholes. Even if we don't end up using them, at least the research process will force out a batch of core technologies."

Yang Wanqing watched her retreating figure, opened his mouth as if to speak, but ultimately said nothing more.

three days later.

The study door opened from the inside, and Chen Hao walked out. Most of the color had returned to his face, and his lips were no longer pale, but the cracks deep within his Dao Foundation were still throbbing faintly.

"Brother." Chen Siyao got up from the sofa, holding a bowl of freshly cooked spirit rice porridge. "Drink some before you go in."

Chen Hao took the bowl and drank it in three gulps.

"I'm going in." He handed the empty bowl back. "Don't disturb me during my seclusion, unless the sky falls."

"Know."

Chen Hao nodded, turned, and returned to his study. The Guixu Pearl flew out of his Qiankun bag and hovered above the desk.

He flipped his hand and pressed it onto the surface of the bead, his figure transforming into a stream of light that disappeared into the bead.