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

Chen Siyao continued reading: "The sect leader has thousands of disciples, countless outer disciples, 3,600 inner disciples, 36 personally instructed disciples, and 4 core disciples. I am ranked among the inner disciples, numbering 1,723."

Wu Tian clicked his tongue: "There are 3,600 people in the inner sect, and he ranks over 1,700? He's not even in the middle ranks."

"Being ranked in the middle under the Tongtian Sect Master is already quite remarkable," Chen Siyao said.

The live stream chat suddenly became incredibly dense with comments.

[Wait... an inner disciple ranked 1700th has this kind of strength??]

How terrifying must those people in front of that line be?

[Thirty-six personally instructed disciples! Four core disciples! What level are they?]

Where is the Tongtian Cult Master himself? Just how powerful is he?

【Oh My God……】

[This is terrifying to think about, guys.]

Chen Siyao continued translating the remaining text on the wall. There wasn't much left; it mainly consisted of Jili explaining why he was stationed on the island.

By order of the sect leader, I am stationed on the third of the thirty-six islands of Penglai, where formations and magical treasures serve as tests of inheritance, awaiting the destined one.

The bamboo slips and jade talismans on the stone platform are the rewards for completing the first two levels.

Chen Siyao put the things away... The bamboo slip contained a method for circulating spiritual energy, and the three jade talismans each sealed an offensive spell.

They're all good things, but how to distribute them is up to my brother to decide.

She put the items into her personal storage bag and turned to look at Yang Wanqing.

Yang Wanqing was holding the Heavenly Thunder Halberd, looking at it from left to right, and couldn't put it down.

The lightning patterns on the halberd grew brighter and brighter under the nourishment of her spiritual power, and the purple electric arcs expanded from millimeters to the length of a fingernail.

"Let's go," Chen Siyao said. "It's time to go out."

"Let me take another look." Yang Wanqing said without even looking up.

"You can still see it once you go outside."

"The lighting outside is different; this electric arc looks especially cool in the dark..."

Qin Xiaoyu pulled her up abruptly: "Let's go."

The group retraced their steps. They went back through the passage, stone steps, light array, and ground, layer by layer, finally exiting the array's range from the original stone tablet.

A sea breeze caressed my face. Above me were blue skies and white clouds.

Yang Wanqing took a deep breath of the sea breeze, slung the Heavenly Thunder Halberd over his shoulder, and sighed contentedly.

"We're out. It's still daylight; I thought we'd been down there for ages."

"It will take two and a half hours in total." Qin Xiaoyu glanced at her watch.

In the live stream, viewers were still processing the information they had just received. The barrage of comments showed no signs of slowing down.

[Jili is just an ordinary inner disciple of the Tongtian Sect! Just an ordinary one! And yet, this level of formation and magical artifact is already this terrifying!]

Could the thirty-six islands correspond to the lineage of thirty-six direct disciples?

What if, in the end, the lineage of the Tongtian Cult Master himself is passed down?

The legacy of the Tongtian Sect Master... one of the strongest entities in the Chinese mythological system...

[Don't rush to conclusions, we'll only know for sure after we crack the code.]

But just thinking about it is exciting!

The topic's popularity spread rapidly beyond the live stream. On social media platforms, the hashtag "#PenglaiIsland #TongtianCult" climbed into the top three trending topics within twenty minutes.

Discussions are everywhere.

"The disciples of the Tongtian Sect Leader have been confirmed in reality, but what about the Tongtian Sect Leader himself?"

"If the Investiture of the Gods is a true story, then are the Primordial Celestial Venerable and the Supreme Lord Laozi also real?"

"What I'm more concerned about is, if the thirty-six islands truly correspond to thirty-six direct disciples, then what level of inheritance does each island possess?"

"The outermost island already possesses ancient magical treasures from the inheritance of just an inner disciple. What would be in the inheritance of a direct disciple?"

"I dare not think about it, I dare not think about it, I dare not think about it."

Viewers from all over the world flocked to the live stream. The number of viewers in Chen Siyao's live stream nearly tripled in the past hour.

More and more comments appeared in English, Japanese, Korean, and Arabic. Although most people couldn't understand the Chinese commentary, the visuals themselves were already stunning enough.

An underground palace, a magical artifact that generates electricity, and an ancient cultivation civilization displayed before everyone—

The impact of these things doesn't need translation.

Chen Siyao glanced at the number of viewers on her phone and then turned off the live stream.

What needs to be said has been said. Let the internet discuss the rest.

command center.

Chen Hao sat in the chair in the center, with the island's surveillance footage playing on the screen in front of him.

He watched the whole thing.

The door opened. Chen Siyao was the first to walk in, followed by Qin Xiaoyu, Yang Wanqing, and the other disciples. Xiao Yuanfeng, Xu Yunda, Zhang Jingzhou, and Ding Shaokang brought up the rear, their pace noticeably slower than when they set off in the morning.

It's not because I'm tired.

Its momentum has diminished.

Chen Hao's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on the Heavenly Thunder Halberd on Yang Wanqing's back.

Yang Wanqing walked up to Chen Hao with the halberd on his back, grinned, took the halberd off his back, and stretched out his hand—

"Master, look!"

Chen Hao glanced at it but didn't take it.

"Um."

Just one word.

Yang Wanqing waited for three seconds and found that his master did not react further. He was slightly discouraged, but quickly cheered up again.

"I won this myself! I beat the game in fifteen minutes!"

"understood."

"Master, can't you be a little more excited? It's a magic weapon! An ancient magic weapon!"

"You won. Keep it safe."

Yang Wanqing stepped aside, clutching the halberd, and muttered something, something like, "Even the iron tree has a richer expression than Master."

Chen Siyao came up, took out the bamboo slips and jade talismans from her storage bag, and placed them on the table.

"Brother, these are the rewards from the first two levels. A scroll of spiritual energy circulation techniques and three offensive spell jade talismans. I haven't opened them yet; you decide what to do with them."

Chen Hao picked up the bamboo slips, flipped through them, looked at the three jade talismans, and put them back on the table.

"You don't need these things."

Chen Siyao nodded. She had guessed it—these things from Jili's inheritance were incompatible with their current cultivation system. The methods were different, and the techniques were not the same either.

"Hand it over to the Special Affairs Bureau," Chen Hao said.

"it is good."

Chen Siyao put her things away.

Yang Wanqing listened intently from the side, her hand instinctively protecting the halberd in her arms, and asked softly, "Then my halberd...?"

"You won it yourself," Chen Hao repeated. "Keep it for later use."

Yang Wanqing's eyes lit up instantly.

Although she knew in her heart that with her master's abilities, once they reached a certain level of cultivation, her master would most likely personally craft a suitable magic weapon for each of them.

But that's for later.

She won the Heavenly Thunder Halberd through her own abilities.

This has a different meaning.

She put the halberd back on her back and walked with a brisk pace.

Ying Wenjie, who was standing next to her, glanced at her and whispered to Wu Tian, ​​"Judging from her behavior, she'll probably be sleeping with that halberd tonight."

Wu Tian replied, "You're jealous."

"Jealous my foot. I don't even use a halberd."

"What will you use?"

"...Master hasn't said what weapon I'll be equipped with yet."

"Then you're just jealous."

Ying Wenjie didn't say anything more.