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

The path to immortality is severed; there is no hope of further advancement.

Staying in this realm means squandering your resources; once your lifespan is exhausted, even a powerful cultivator at the Void Refinement stage will eventually turn into a handful of dust.

So they're leaving.

Gathering all the remaining power of heaven and earth in the Nine Provinces, and the lifelong cultivation of all Void Refinement cultivators, they forcibly tore through space, opening a passage to another dimension. There, spiritual energy is abundant, the Great Dao is complete, immortality is attainable, and the path to immortality is achievable.

The passageway floats in mid-air, shimmering with light, yet it also exudes a sense of resolute farewell.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, turned around, his gaze falling on Chen Hao. His voice carried a hint of regret: "Young friend Chen Hao, have you truly considered this? Do you intend to guard this land of Kyushu alone?"

"The path to immortality in this world has been severed, and the Great Dao has withered. You possess unparalleled talent, having already reached the Void Refinement stage at such a young age. If you were to travel with us to the new world, you might very well attain immortality in the future."

"Even if you live a long life, you will eventually run out of time if you stay here. Is it worth it?"

Chen Hao lowered his eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He is not a person of this era.

Coming from modern society ten thousand years in the future, he was transported to this mythical ancient land of Kyushu. Here, he saw legendary gods and demons, encountered ancient sages from records, traversed mountains and seas, and witnessed the vicissitudes of life.

He knew that this was Blue Star.

It was from the distant past of the blue planet where he once lived.

Staying here is not foolishness or stubbornness, but rather a sign of attachment.

"No need to persuade me." Chen Hao raised his eyes, his gaze calm and unwavering. "The path to immortality holds no allure for me."

"Go then, seek your own path to immortality."

"I will remain in Kyushu."

Everyone sighed.

No one knew the obsession in his heart, no one understood the only concern he had after traveling through time.

His parents died young; before he transmigrated, he was twenty-two and his sister was only ten. She was his only family in the world, the person he would do anything to protect. Having transmigrated to this ancient era, he longed for her day and night, her memory haunting his dreams.

So what if we go to another dimension?

What good is immortality?

In a world without family, even an immortal is nothing more than a lonely person.

Only by staying on Earth and finding the secret to time travel can he one day return to the modern world and be back by his sister's side.

The monks said no more.

One by one, figures, carrying both anticipation for the future and reluctance to leave their homeland, slowly stepped into the shimmering, colorful spatial passage. Their figures vanished, their presence faded, and the once bustling and vibrant summit of Kyushu gradually became empty.

After the last person stepped into the passage, the light slowly receded.

In the world, only Chen Hao remained.

The wind passed silently, and the clouds were still and without a trace.

From this moment on, in the vast ancient Nine Provinces, only he, a cultivator at the Refinement Realm, remained, guarding this withered world alone.

Chen Hao raised his hand, and a simple, ancient bamboo scroll appeared in his palm.

It was a gift from a fellow Daoist who was skilled in divination, given to me before my departure.

Divination.

It can predict the past and future, and find the way home.

He stayed, not only to wait for time to pass, but also to use this art to divine his chances of returning to the modern world and the safety of his sister far away. It was his only spiritual support, the only reason that had kept him going through these long years.

He never expected that while he was exceptionally talented in cultivation, he was unable to even begin to understand divination.

The obscure runes, the complex and difficult-to-understand hexagrams, the ever-changing deductions... every step is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

He then found a secluded valley in this desolate land of Kyushu and secluded himself to cultivate in seclusion.

Indifferent to worldly affairs, indifferent to the passage of time.

He devoted himself solely to studying divination techniques.

Spring passes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Five years is but a fleeting moment for a cultivator with a lifespan of 30,000 years at the Void Refinement stage.

The moment Chen Hao finally closed the bamboo scroll and opened his eyes, the divination chart was formed, and the art of divination was perfected.

He could finally perform divination.

The longing and yearning that had been suppressed in his heart for tens of thousands of years surged forth at this moment.

He sat cross-legged, made hand seals to cast a divination, and focused his mind on one thing—

I consulted the oracle about my return journey, and I consulted the oracle about my younger sister.

The hexagram was formed, and the golden light dissipated.

As Chen Hao gazed at the clear divination result before him, his initially expectant look gradually faded.

There are no shortcuts.

No teleportation was made.

There is no chance to instantly return to the modern world.

The hexagram's interpretation is straightforward and cruel.

He could only stay in this land, enduring day after day, year after year, era after era.

We have witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties, the proliferation of life, the transformation of mountains and rivers, and the rise and fall of civilizations.

I've been waiting.

When the years come to an end, when time flows back to the modern era before he traveled through time.

Only then can he go back.

Chen Hao slowly stood up and looked towards the distant horizon.

My gaze seemed to pierce through eternity, and I saw in the modern city that little figure, only ten years old, timidly calling out "brother".

"wait for me."

Inside the cave, soft light and tranquility prevailed.

Chen Siyao's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped her phone, her heart racing uncontrollably.

Following the guidance of the comments, she looked up and saw a figure sitting upright on a high platform made of natural jade at the deepest part of the cave.

The man was dressed in a plain-colored robe, its style so ancient that he seemed to have stepped out of an ancient book. His long hair, as black as ink, fell to his shoulders. He had no sharp aura, but rather a kind of detached and lonely demeanor that transcended the mundane world.

He sat there quietly, cross-legged, as if he had become one with the entire cave, as if he had been sitting there for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

"Yaoyao...there really is someone..." Yang Wanqing hid behind Chen Siyao in fright, her voice trembling slightly, "We...we'd better get out of here quickly, what if it's some bad guy..."

Chen Siyao was also afraid.

The pitch-black mountains, the deserted cave, the sudden appearance of a mysterious figure—any one of these would have been enough to terrify the two young women. But the phone was still live-streaming, and hundreds of viewers were watching. She bit her lower lip, suppressing her panic, and gently patted her friend's hand, signaling her to calm down.

She didn't dare to speak loudly, but simply bowed slightly towards the platform, her voice soft and tinged with caution: "Sorry, we're just here to do a live broadcast, we didn't mean to disturb you, we'll be leaving now..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Chen Hao, standing on the high platform, slowly looked at Chen Siyao.

In that instant, the light in the entire cave seemed to freeze.

His eyes were as deep as the ancient starry sky, calm and still, yet they held the weight and silence of years gone by. There was no hostility, no surprise, only a gentle and quiet gaze upon Chen Siyao.

It was just that one glance.

Chen Hao's soul, which had been sealed for tens of thousands of years, suddenly trembled violently.

The spiritual energy was in disarray, the Dao heart trembled, and even the mental state that had been stable for countless ages was now being stirred up into a monstrous wave.

is her……

It's really her.

That face, those eyes, those pure and gentle features, overlapped and merged with the little girl deep in his memory who always timidly called him "brother," eventually transforming into the graceful, beautiful white lotus before his eyes.

It spans thousands of years of time.

It has survived the rise and fall of dynasties, the rise and fall of civilizations, and the withering and flourishing of heaven and earth.

He guarded this broken yet reborn land of Kyushu, waiting through countless ages and endless seasons, until he suddenly encountered the person he had been obsessed with all his life.

Chen Siyao felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

The man before her looked very young, with a handsome and otherworldly appearance, and an ethereal air that seemed unlike any ordinary person. Yet, the emotions in his eyes were far too complex, containing heartache, joy, disbelief, and an intense tenderness and longing that made her heart ache for no reason, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

A feeling that was both strange and familiar quietly welled up in my heart.

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