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

Then he saw the leader.

It is located in the middle of the plain.

Big.

Very big.

Even with Chen Hao's experience, the size of this demon was astonishing.

Several hundred meters high. That's not a figure of speech. It means that when it stands there, the height from the ground to the top of your head exceeds four or five hundred meters.

It was supported by four legs, each of which was thicker than the entire body of the giant demon in the Taiyin Realm.

Its head, it has no head. Or rather, its entire upper body is its head. Its circular mouthparts are over eighty meters in diameter, with layers upon layers of barbs on the inner walls, and at its deepest point is black nothingness.

Two tentacles extended from the top of its body. Each tentacle was over tens of meters long. It was trembling violently at that moment.

It is giving instructions.

Each time its tentacles twitched, the surrounding demon horde would react accordingly, moving, gathering, or scattering in a certain direction.

When Chen Hao appeared at the edge of the plain, the two long tentacles suddenly stopped.

An unnatural pause lasted for two seconds.

Then both tentacles turned towards Chen Hao at the same time.

The frequency of the tremors changed. It went from a regular, controlled pattern to... frantic.

Almost simultaneously, all the demons on the plain began to move toward Chen Hao.

No. It wasn't moving. It was charging.

The previous demons charged fearlessly. These are even more insane. They trample on each other. They climb on each other. The big ones step on the small ones, the fast ones push away the slow ones.

Black waves surged in from all directions.

Chen Hao looked at the leader, which was several hundred meters tall.

The cultivation level of the Chaos Battle Body.

On Earth, this level would be considered top-tier. For the Sushen tribe, it was a devastating blow, as Yun Cangyan was only at the late Golden Body Realm, several major realms below him.

But it did not go to the Yin realm.

It has always stayed here.

Chen Hao thought for a second. It was guarding. What it was guarding wasn't important. What was important was that it was currently issuing commands through its tentacles, driving all the Heavenly Demons to rush over.

Without needing to think too much, Chen Hao raised his hand.

There was no sword rain this time. No DVDs.

One sword, only one.

The lightsaber that materialized from his palm was about the same length as the leader's height. Several hundred meters long, the lightsaber hovered in the dark sky above Pluto.

The leader's two tentacles stopped trembling.

It took a step back.

Its body, hundreds of meters tall, took a step back. Its mouthparts, eighty meters in diameter, contracted.

instinct.

Pure, biologically instinctive fear.

But taking this step back is all it can do.

The lightsaber fell.

Vertical. From top to bottom.

The sword tip cut into the leader from the top, through its entire body, and out from its abdomen at the bottom.

There was no obstruction.

There was no resistance.

The leader's body was completely cleaved along the line the sword passed through. The left and right halves were separated. Dark yellow fluid gushed from the cut, dispersing into a mist under Pluto's weak gravity.

Its four legs held on for another three seconds.

Then it collapsed.

The ground shook. It was a silent vibration; there are no sound waves in a vacuum, but the tremor traveled from the soles of my feet to every area.

After the leader fell, the remaining demons stopped.

All the demons stopped their charge at the same time.

The tentacles no longer pointed at Chen Hao. They began to flap wildly. Deprived of their command signals, the demon swarm moved like a machine with its strings cut, their movements becoming completely chaotic.

Some spun around in place. Some ran in the opposite direction. Some curled up into a ball and didn't move.

Three seconds later, the instinct to escape took over.

They began to scatter and flee in all directions, towards Pluto, away from Chen Hao.

Chen Hao did not give chase.

He stood beside the chieftain's corpse. The massive wreckage covered half the plain.

He didn't look at the fleeing demons.

He's looking for something else.

Chen Hao used his divine sense to probe the ground around the leader's corpse.

He found it 120 meters underground, in the north-central part of the plain.

A black hole.

It's not a black hole in the astronomical sense. It's a spatial passage. A massive, torn rift in space.

It has a diameter of over 300 meters.

It's dozens of times larger than that small crack on the moon.

But this passage is broken.

Chen Hao descended underground. He passed through the rock layers hollowed out by the Heavenly Demon and arrived in front of the black hole.

The edges of the passage have begun to crumble. The fibrous structure of the space has broken in half, and the remaining parts are slowly disintegrating. Ancient, extremely faint spatial fluctuations remain on the fracture surfaces.

This passage once connected to a certain place.

A very far place.

Chen Hao tried to estimate just how far away it was. Based on the frequency and attenuation of the residual spatial fluctuations, he estimated the distance between the other end of this channel and Pluto.

He couldn't figure it out.

Too far. Beyond the scale of the solar system.

It could be somewhere in the Milky Way. Or it could be even further away.

Chen Hao stood in front of the passageway.

The demons poured in from here.

From some unknown corner of the Milky Way, or even further away, pass through this passage to reach Pluto.

They multiplied and thrived on Pluto, devouring the entire planet. Then they opened a passage from Pluto to the Moon, invading the lunar realm.

They devour one place and then spread to the next.

This 300-meter-long passage is their entrance into the solar system.

Although it's now ruined and can no longer be traversed, it used to be accessible.

Chen Hao raised his right hand.

Palm facing the black hole.

The supreme light flowed in his palm.

The Way of Space.

He tried to repair the passage. Not to use it, but to figure out where it led.

The two ends of a passage are symmetrical. By repairing one end, the position of the other end can be detected.

The light emanated from his palm and touched the edge of the collapsing passage.

Guided by the light, the spatial fibers began to slowly reweave. The fractured structure attempted to heal.

A minute passed.

ten minutes.

Thirty minutes.

Chen Hao's right hand was still suspended there. Dao Guang continued to unleash its power.

However, the progress of the tunnel repair...

Almost zero.

An hour has passed.

Several of the broken spatial fibers were barely healed under the influence of the Dao light, but the newly healed fibers could not withstand the spatial stress of the channel itself and broke again.

A vicious cycle. Repaired, then broken again; broken, then repaired again.

Chen Hao frowned.

This isn't a matter of ability. It's a matter of distance.

The difficulty of repairing a spatial passage is directly proportional to the distance it connects to. The greater the distance, the thicker the spatial walls, and the more complex the fibrous structure, the higher the energy and precision required for repair.

The distance this passage connects is so far that he cannot repair it.

Chen Hao was an expert in the arts of space. His understanding and manipulation of space were unmatched by anyone else on Earth. But even so, the scale of this passage exceeded his capabilities.