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

Unlike the strained trembling of an infant, it was calm and natural, like someone being gently awakened.

His eyes opened.

Two pupils. Not dark red, but deep blue. The light of laws flowing within them was cool-toned.

It saw Chen Hao.

The gaze lingered on Chen Hao for a moment. In that moment, Chen Hao felt the other party scan his legal structure... Origin True God. Three Thousand Great Daos. Complete.

There was no hostility or wariness in the other person's eyes.

I just glanced at it.

Then... he nodded.

Very light. Very small movements. No words were spoken.

It's a greeting.

The way two primordial gods greet each other is that simple.

Chen Hao returned the same nod.

The other party withdrew its gaze and closed its eyes again, continuing its meditation.

Chen Hao's divine avatar hovered in this star field for a few more glances.

The third of those eight planets, there is a civilization on it.

There are city lights, and aircraft traversing the atmosphere. There are energy fluctuations, and cultivators.

My sister is right there.

The anchor point was precisely positioned to point to that planet.

Chen Hao withdrew his divine clone.

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Consciousness returns to its original state.

He still stood in this desolate area. The sun and the blue star revolved quietly within him.

Two thousand five hundred light-years.

This number is no longer an insurmountable barrier for him.

With the fundamental laws of space at his disposal, he can tear through space and create passages. He could arrive in as little as a month.

But he didn't move.

Because he remembered a question.

The solar system is inside him. The blue planet, the moon, and the sun are all inside him.

If he were to tear through space and travel through the passage, the essence of the space passage would be the violent folding and tearing of space between two coordinates, which his solar system could not withstand.

The plasma structure of stars, the crust and mantle of planets, and the humans still living on Earth—the intense folding stress in the space tunnel will crush them all.

To travel through the spatial passage, he would have to detach the solar system from his body and place it here.

It was placed in this desolate, marginal area where even cosmic energy was scarce.

The solar system without the protection of a true god. That gold-devouring beast escaped with its tail severed, but it didn't die. What if it returns...?

No.

Chen Hao rejected the proposal.

That leaves only one path.

No passageways. No folding of space. Flying across with one's body. Spanning an interstellar distance of 2,500 light-years.

His speed limit, the displacement speed of his True God Realm body in the void, is 1.5 times the speed of light.

Two thousand five hundred light-years, one and a half times the speed of light.

1667.

Chen Hao stood in the void, having finished settling the score.

More than 1,600 years ago.

The lifespan of a True God has no end. To him, sixteen hundred years and an afternoon are essentially the same.

But the people on Earth are different; for Earth, this journey will take nearly two thousand years.

Countless generations will be born, grow old, and die as he travels.

However, the blue star is inside him. As he moves, the blue star moves.

The people on Earth will not perceive any changes. Their sun rises as usual, and their moon rises as usual.

It's just that the absolute coordinates of the entire solar system are shifting at 1.5 times the speed of light.

They won't know.

Chen Hao turned his gaze away from deep space.

Sixteen hundred years.

His lips twitched slightly.

Back then, he used every means to stabilize that spatial passage so that his sister and Yang Wanqing could pass through. Before parting, he left behind a message.

"Wait for me. It may take a long time. Three to five hundred years. With so many people, I can't get here quickly."

Five hundred years.

He was referring to five hundred years.

Little did I expect my words to come true. It wasn't five hundred years; it was far from enough. More than sixteen hundred years. Even three times that amount wouldn't be enough.

Self-deprecating humor.

However, my sister could wait. When she left, she already possessed the Chaotic Battle Body. With her talent, breaking through to the Nirvana stage was a certainty, and the lifespan of the Nirvana stage was eight thousand years.

She can wait for him.

Chen Hao no longer hesitated.

The body moved, and it took only an instant to go from stillness to the speed of light, without any acceleration process.

A True God's body is not bound by inertia. His very existence is a law, and laws do not require acceleration.

One point and five times the speed of light.

Heading toward Kepler 90.

The solar system operates quietly within him. The people of Earth are unaware that everything beneath their feet is traveling through the universe at speeds exceeding the speed of light.

For them, today is no different from yesterday. And there will be no tomorrow either.

Chen Hao's body transformed into a silver-white streak of light and disappeared into the endless depths of space.

Stardust swept past him. The desolate void was cleaved open by him and then closed behind him. Occasionally, scattered fragments of meteorites were bounced away by gravitational waves as he passed by.

He doesn't need to breathe. He doesn't need to eat. He doesn't need to rest.

All you need to do is walk.

go straight.

Kepler 90 system. Third planet.

metal.

Everything in sight was metal.

This city has no concrete or bricks. All buildings are cast from alloys.

The building's surface has a cool gray sheen, and every few tens of meters there is a set of blue guide lights flashing regularly.

Spaceships converged from all directions. Small shuttles, medium-sized transport ships, and even several enormous merchant ships of exaggerated size.

They descended in an orderly fashion along the light strip of the guide lights onto the top platform of those metal buildings.

One after another, they landed. The entrances on the building surfaces swallowed spaceships, one after another, never full. Spatial magic.

It looks like a 30-story building from the outside, but it could probably fit a small town inside.

In the center of the city stands a huge metal pipe, more than two kilometers in diameter, that rises straight from the ground into the sky, through the atmosphere, and extends all the way into space.

Visible to the naked eye, the other end of that pipe connects to a bright spot in the sky, another planet.

Interstellar passage.

Countless spaceships, pedestrians, and single-person flight platforms travel through the inside of the pipes.

The area is divided into three levels. The upper level is for fast passage, the middle level for normal speed, and the lower level for pedestrians and slow-moving vehicles. Everyone moves in their own way, in an orderly manner.

This is the Celestial Realm, a mature interstellar society dominated by cultivation and technology.

Technology and cultivation have developed in parallel for countless millennia and have long been integrated into one.

And in the southeast corner of this city filled with metal and technology...

Sudden change in painting style.

A vast area was carved out of the metal forest, as if someone had carved out an enclave belonging to another era in the steel jungle.

palace.

It's not made of metal. It's made of stone and wood. It has flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted rafters.

Some floated in mid-air, supported by the light of array formations at their bottom, like floating celestial palaces.

The mist drifted out from between the palaces; it was not water vapor, but a thin fog formed by the condensation of spiritual energy.