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

Cranes swept across the rooftop, their wings beating very slowly, as if they were taking a stroll.

Several pure white spirit deer strolled along the corridor between the palaces, occasionally lowering their heads to nibble on the spirit herbs in front of the steps.

In this world filled with spaceships and alloys, this area is like a drop of ink falling into an oil painting. Out of place, yet it forms its own world.

main entrance.

Two stone pillars, each ten feet tall, support the lintel. Above the lintel hangs a plaque.

The inscription on the plaque is not in the script commonly used in this star system, but in the Chinese script of Blue Star.

"Haotian Sect".

Three characters. The brushstrokes are vigorous, the background filled with gold lacquer. It clashes with everything around it.

But these three words are known to everyone in the entire Huantian Star Domain.

The sect has been established for seven hundred years. From nothing to something, from a small sect that came from elsewhere and couldn't speak the language, it has become a powerful force that ranks among the top in the entire Tianxing Region.

Because of its patriarch.

At this moment, on the terrace of a floating celestial palace at the highest point of the sect.

Chen Siyao stood in front of the railing.

The skirt was light blue, tied at the waist with a silver ribbon, and the cuffs were wide, billowing like two thin wings when the wind blew in.

Her hair was not tied up with a crown, but loosely pinned back with a jade hairpin, with the rest falling loosely over her shoulders and back.

1025.

Her face hadn't changed. She still looked like she was in her early twenties.

It's not uncommon for cultivators to retain their youthful appearance. But what had settled in her eyes and brows was no longer that of a young girl.

Cool and serene. With a tranquility that comes from having experienced too much.

She wasn't looking at the sky. She wasn't looking at the city. She was looking at the palace complex below.

Haotian Sect. Something she built single-handedly. Seven hundred years of painstaking effort.

From initially establishing a base on an alien planet with just over a hundred people, to now having over ten thousand disciples and businesses spanning three star regions.

It's lively. It's bustling down there. Disciples are practicing in the training grounds, spirit beasts are chasing each other in the garden, and people are brewing tea and discussing philosophy under the eaves.

She looked at them. Her expression was indifferent.

Footsteps came from behind. Light and steady.

"metropolitan."

The person stopped three steps behind and to the side of her. It was a woman.

She has a beautiful face and a calm demeanor, and looks to be around thirty years old, but her real age is much older than that.

Jingwei.

The ancient divine bird that Chen Hao saved in the ancient times of Earth has taken human form. It has always stayed by Chen Siyao's side.

"Yang Tiansi's company on Huanyu Star has been listed on the Universe Capital Star Ranking Platform, exactly number one hundred." Jingwei's voice was unhurried. "She said she wants to have a celebration. She asked if you want to go."

Yang Tiansi.

That was Yang Wanqing's title in the Haotian Sect.

Chen Siyao did not turn around. Her gaze remained fixed on the palace complex below.

"Sister Jingwei".

"Um?"

"How many times have I told you?" Chen Siyao's voice softened slightly. "Don't call me Sect Leader in private. Just call me Yao Yao."

Jingwei didn't reply.

Chen Siyao thought for a while.

"Sure. It's rare for Qingqing's company to achieve such results. Let's get together."

"Okay," Jingwei replied, "I'll go make the arrangements."

She turned to leave. After taking two steps, she stopped.

Turn around.

He hesitated for a moment.

"Yao Yao".

Chen Siyao turned her head to look at her.

Jingwei's gaze fell on Chen Siyao's face, as if she were carefully choosing her words. In the end, what she said was very simple...

"Taihao Tianzun has a healthy and refined appearance, and his blessings are long-lasting. He is definitely not destined for a short life and an early death. He will surely be able to turn danger into safety."

Taihao Tianzun.

That's what the people of that star system call Chen Hao. Although he's never been here before.

However, every disciple of the Haotian Sect learns this name on their first day of joining: the elder brother of the sect leader, and the origin of the name Haotian Sect.

Chen Siyao looked at Jingwei.

He didn't speak.

He nodded.

Jingwei said no more and turned to leave.

The terrace fell silent again.

Chen Siyao turned around and continued to look at the sky outside the railing.

One thousand and twenty-five years have passed, and his cultivation level... Dao Venerable True Form

He broke through to the same level he had reached when he reunited with his brother years ago.

She has also reached the fifth level of the Dao Tribulation in terms of Qi cultivation. In the Huan Tian Star Domain, this level of cultivation is enough for her to be among the powerful figures of her own domain.

Her cultivation speed surpassed all others of her generation. She was known as an unparalleled goddess.

But the higher she climbed, the more she felt the return to the solar system was being delayed, and the clearer she became about what her brother was facing.

That was a height she could never reach, no matter how hard she tried.

True God Realm. She had pieced together fragments of information about that level from ancient texts and surviving scrolls.

That's beyond the reach of cultivators; it's an existence at the level of the very origin of heaven and earth.

She didn't know if the battle was over. She didn't know if her brother was still alive.

In 1025, there was no news.

The wind blew in from the terrace, passing through the layers of fabric in the skirt.

The sun is setting.

She gazed at the setting sun.

The wind blew through her skirt, and her brother's longing was like a vine that had been entwined for a thousand years. The setting sun shone on her face.

The sun was setting, and the sky was filled with the glow of the setting sun.

The setting sun shone on her face, slowly misting her clear eyes with a thin layer of water.

In a daze, a slender figure slowly materialized in the scorching afterglow of the setting sun.

Chen Siyao narrowed her eyes slightly.

She subconsciously raised her hand and gently covered her eyes with her cool fingertips, trying to block out the dazzling afterglow.

The slivers of light that filtered through her fingers fell onto her cheek.

Through that tiny gap, she saw the silhouette in the afterglow.

He looks like his older brother.

Broad shoulders. Tall and slender build.

His posture was slightly relaxed, with his weight on one leg; he maintained this posture throughout.

"Brother..." Her voice was so soft it sounded like a sigh that would break at the slightest touch.

The murmurs drifted away in the evening breeze.

"I think I saw you again... I wish it were real this time."

She lowered her arms and turned around.

The hem of her skirt swept across the stone tiles on the terrace, the soft sound of the fabric rubbing against the stone surface particularly clear in the quiet air.

She took the first step.

Then behind...

"Yao Yao".

Two words.

Her world suddenly went silent.

The wind stopped, the light froze, and even time seemed to stumble.

She stood there, frozen, like a statue sculpted by longing for too long, finally cracking in the face of her yearning.

When the first tear fell, she could almost hear it shatter on the marble.

The entire ocean that had been built up over the years collapsed like that.

She turned around.

In the twilight, the person's silhouette was no longer blurred.

Eyebrows, eyes, corners of the mouth, and the folds of the clothes fluttering in the wind.

Every detail bears witness to the passage of time: this time it's for real.

Suddenly, the terrace became so quiet that only the sound of heartbeats could be heard.

The two of them, separated by a long period of time, finally overlapped into one rhythm again.

The setting sun continued to sink, casting its light on her silhouette.

Like a period that never ends.

Because some waiting should never have an end.

(End of the book)