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

The suite's living room was restored to its original state, with only a half-cup of steaming tea remaining on the coffee table.

There was no wind in the space tunnel.

There was no temperature. It was hard to tell what was underfoot; it felt like something solid yet also like nothingness. You could feel each step, but you couldn't see the ground.

Chen Siyao took a few steps.

Light appeared ahead.

White. Very bright.

Chen Hao's figure walked into the white light and disappeared.

Chen Siyao quickened her pace and stepped out.

The soles of my feet... feel hard.

The cold air rose from the soles of my feet, passed through the soles of my shoes, and seeped into my bones.

Chen Siyao lowered her head.

The ground was ice. Grayish-white ice with fine veins on its surface, not the smooth texture of a skating rink, but more like the compacted surface of a glacier that had been packed for tens of thousands of years. Rough, thick, and seemingly endless.

She looked up.

All around... was ice.

It was flat, stretching all the way to the horizon. There were no mountains, no buildings, and no protrusions.

The horizon curves into an arc in the far distance.

Yang Wanqing stepped out from behind her, and his foot landed on the ice with a crisp "crunch".

"Huh?" Yang Wanqing squatted down and touched the ground. "Are we on ice?"

Chen Siyao glanced around. The curvature of the horizon... no, the curvature was too pronounced. This wasn't a plain.

She stomped her foot.

thump.

The dull echo traveled far and wide from the ground, as if the entire earth was responding.

"This ice layer is probably not just thick," Chen Siyao said, taking out her phone to glance at the comments.

Signal available.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief. The image crystal her brother had given her used psionic energy, capable of penetrating boundaries and transmitting data across realms. She didn't quite understand the principles, but as long as she could broadcast it live, that was enough.

The comments section is already flooded with messages:

"The picture is out!"

"Where is this? An ice field?"

Antarctica?

"No, the horizon's curvature is too great; this planet is smaller than Earth!"

Just as Chen Siyao was about to respond to the comments, she realized something was missing.

Quiet.

It's too quiet.

Yang Wanqing remained silent. Why was she, who was usually the most lively, so quiet?

She turned to look for it.

Yang Wanqing stood about seven or eight meters to her right, frozen in place. Her head was tilted back, her mouth slightly open, staring motionlessly at the sky above.

Chen Siyao looked up, following her gaze.

Then she stopped moving.

Sky...

That's not the sky.

A wall.

No, it's not a wall. It's a planet.

A huge, imposing sphere that occupied most of the overhead view.

Brown and white horizontal stripes flowed slowly across the surface, with a striking red spot... the Great Red Spot.

That planet was enormous. It didn't seem like something suspended in the sky; it was as large as the sky itself.

Chen Siyao's neck was frozen at that angle.

Her brain was racing, matching the images before her with pictures from her astronomy textbook.

Stripes. Large red spot. Volume.

"This is……"

Yang Wanqing finally moved. She ran and darted to Chen Hao's side, grabbed his arm, and shrank half a body behind him.

"Master! Master, Master!" Her voice changed completely. "I have megalophobia! This is too, too scary!"

She didn't dare look up. She couldn't help but steal another glance. After that, she buried her head again.

"It's too big... How can it be so big..."

Chen Siyao was still looking up. Her throat moved slightly; it felt a little dry.

"Jupiter."

Yang Wanqing's head peeked out from behind Chen Hao's arm. "Huh?"

"This is Jupiter," Chen Siyao said.

Yang Wanqing paused for two seconds. "Yaoyao...you mean this thing above our heads...is Jupiter?"

Chen Siyao nodded.

Yang Wanqing took three seconds to process the information, then turned and glared at Chen Hao.

"Master! Is this the 'not far' you were talking about? What have you done to me here?"

Chen Hao stood still, his clothes fluttering slightly as a faint breeze blew from who-knows-where.

There was no response to her.

Yang Wanqing's voice rose another notch: "You brought us all the way to Jupiter?! And you call that not far?!"

Chen Hao ignored her.

Yang Wanqing hesitated for two seconds, then muttered softly, "Seven hundred million kilometers... and you call that not far..."

The live chat exploded.

But it didn't explode immediately.

Chen Siyao pushed the lens of the photo crystal upwards, aiming it at the oppressive, enormous star in the sky.

The footage taken by Crystal was transmitted back to the live broadcast room.

The live chat stopped.

For a full forty seconds, not a single new comment appeared.

Everyone is watching.

That slowly rotating planet, with clearly discernible stripes, occupying more than 60% of the image area—Jupiter.

Then came the flood of comments.

Holy crap.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit..."

"Is this true?"

"The Thirty-Three Heavens...on Jupiter?"

"No, the ground beneath their feet is ice. Jupiter doesn't have a solid surface; they must be on one of Jupiter's moons!"

"Gypsy! Ganypsy! Ganypsy is the largest moon in the solar system, and its surface is covered in ice!"

Chen Siyao turned the camera back to Chen Hao.

"Brother, are we currently on one of Jupiter's moons? Is the Thirty-Three Heavens Jupiter?"

Chen Hao took a step forward, his gaze falling on the arc of the distant horizon.

"Ganium," he said, "this is the southern gate of the thirty-third heaven."

The number of viewers in the live stream exceeded 200 million at that moment.

The moment the words "South Heavenly Gate" appeared, the live stream chat exploded into a pure white waterfall of comments, scrolling so fast that each one only lasted a fraction of a second before being pushed to the top.

Chen Siyao did not look at the comments.

She stood on this boundless ice field, looking around.

South Heaven Gate.

The legendary main gate of Heaven. In all her previous knowledge of ancient cultivation civilizations, these three words represented an abstract concept: the entrance to the Heavenly Realm.

Now it has specific coordinates.

Ganymede. Its closest distance to Earth is 600 million kilometers, and its farthest distance is nearly one billion kilometers.

This is called "not far".

Yang Wanqing finally recovered from the shock of the colossal object. She released Chen Hao's arm, forcibly ignoring Jupiter above her eyes, and began to examine the ice beneath her feet.

"But..." She spun around in place, "Master, is this the South Heavenly Gate? Just this ice surface? There's nothing there! Where's the gate?"

Chen Hao raised his chin in one direction.

Chen Siyao followed her gaze.

On the distant horizon—no, she hadn't noticed it before. Somewhere on the horizon, there was a very faint ridge. From this distance, it looked like just a thin line.

"What is that?"

"You'll know when you go and see for yourself," Chen Hao said.

He left. He wasn't walking fast, just a normal pace.

The two women followed.

Walking on the ice isn't difficult; the rough texture provides ample friction. But it's cold.

Yang Wanqing rubbed her arms after walking for less than two minutes. "It's so cold! Master, can't you turn on the heater or something?"

Before he could finish speaking, a warm current enveloped him from above.