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

She got it.

"The defenders set up defensive lines in the buildings on both sides, while the attackers broke into the main street from the direction of Nantianmen and swept through the houses one by one."

Yang Wanqing shuddered. "Hearing you say that, it sounds like street fighting."

Someone in the live chat reacted quickly: "Wait... the direction of Nantianmen is outside the city. The attackers came in from outside the city. So whose gate is Nantianmen?"

Chen Siyao was also thinking about this question. She walked towards a relatively intact wall in the middle of the main street.

There are words on the wall, not carved by later generations, but existing before the battle—similar to notices or slogans.

She took more than ten seconds to recognize it.

"By order of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, 36,000 troops are stationed at the Southern Heavenly Gate outpost..."

She stopped reading here.

Yuanshi Tianzun.

The leader of the Chan Sect.

Yang Wanqing: "...So this is the city of the Chan Sect?"

"This city is an outpost of the Chan Sect." Chen Siyao turned to look in the direction of the South Heavenly Gate. "The garrison at the South Heavenly Gate is under the jurisdiction of the Chan Sect."

The chat was silent for two seconds.

Then Professor Li's team's dedicated bullet screen popped up: "This confirms the record in the seventh section of the south wall mural—the jurisdiction of the Thirty-Three Heavens lies with the Chan Sect. The Jie Sect has launched attacks on the Thirty-Three Heavens many times."

The next point is: "In other words, the Jie Sect is the aggressor."

The silence in the live stream lasted for about five seconds.

Then it exploded.

"Wait a minute, isn't the Jie Sect the one that 'educates all without discrimination'? The one that lets everyone survive?"

"The Jie Sect has attacked? Are they invaders?"

"You can't say that. The Chan Sect monopolizes the resources of the Thirty-Three Heavens and won't let others share them. Isn't it normal for the Jie Sect to come up and snatch them?"

"Normal my foot! You attack someone's city and kill their garrison, is that normal?"

"So, does that mean the Chan Sect is right to practice elitism and abandon the majority?"

"Whether it's right or wrong is another matter, but it was the Jie Sect members who actually attacked!"

The debate raged on far faster than Chen Siyao could read. The comments section exploded into a torrent of two opposing forces, one supporting the Jie Sect and the other supporting the Chan Sect, neither willing to yield.

Chen Siyao watched for half a minute before speaking.

"Stop for a moment."

Her voice wasn't loud, but the speed of the comments in the live stream visibly slowed down.

"This war has been going on for tens of thousands of years," Chen Siyao said. "Both sides have their own reasons and their own positions. If we can't determine right and wrong after tens of thousands of years, then it's not something we can define by arguing a few words in the comments."

She paused.

"Take a story-telling approach and keep going. The answer isn't in a single battle, but in the fabric of the entire civilization."

The comments section calmed down a bit, with some typing "Yaoyao is right" and others "Indeed, what's the rush?" The debate was brought under control.

Yang Wanqing leaned closer and whispered, "Yaoyao, you're really good at managing people."

"Shut up."

"Hey."

The two continued deeper into the city. Chen Hao was a short distance ahead, walking at a steady pace, occasionally pausing for a few seconds before continuing on.

Chen Siyao wasn't sure what he was looking at. But she didn't ask.

The city center is better preserved. Although the main hall is damaged, its framework is still intact.

At the end of the central axis is a three-story platform, and only half of the wall of the building on the platform remains.

The other half reveals the internal structure, including stone beams, array channels, and a circular platform embedded in the ground.

The circular platform caught Chen Siyao's attention.

But Chen Hao walked over, glanced at it, said "We'll talk about it tomorrow," and turned to walk towards the city gate.

That left us in suspense.

Chen Siyao remembered the location of that round platform.

The sun sets at a different speed on Ganymede than on Earth.

No, Ganymede doesn't receive direct sunlight. Its light source is diffused light reflected from Jupiter, plus the faint illumination from the distant sun. The concept of "darkness" here refers to the shadow cast by Jupiter when it blocks the sun.

We are now in the shadow zone.

The light had dimmed considerably, but it wasn't completely black. The radiation from Jupiter itself created a dark orange background glow, enveloping the ice fields and cities.

Yang Wanqing rubbed her arms. The spiritual energy shield was still there, so she wasn't cold, but psychological factors made her feel that she should find a place to rest.

"Yaoyao, where are we staying tonight?"

Chen Siyao glanced around at the surrounding buildings. Half-collapsed houses, broken doors and windows, and stone platforms covered in dust.

"Live in these?" Yang Wanqing pursed her lips. "I'm not too keen. I just feel... it's not quite right."

"It's someone else's house," Chen Siyao said.

"Yes, that's the feeling. It's like crawling into a place that was inhabited ten thousand years ago and suddenly falling asleep—it's weird."

Chen Hao was standing a dozen steps ahead when he heard it.

He didn't turn around. He reached into his sleeve with his right hand and took something out from that unfathomable space.

An attic.

A miniature version. The size of a palm, exquisitely detailed down to the individual tiles. Carved railings, upturned eaves, and a three-tiered structure.

Chen Hao put it on the ground.

A flash of inspiration.

The attic expanded and grew, transforming from the size of a palm into a solid building in just over ten seconds. Three stories high, entirely of dark red wood, its upturned eaves standing out strikingly in the dim orange light of the sky.

It stood firmly on the open ground of the city.

Yang Wanqing's eyes lit up.

"Long live the master!"

She was the first to leap up the steps and push open the attic door. The lights inside automatically turned on—not electric lights, but floating, warm-light orbs distributed in every corner of each floor.

Chen Siyao followed and looked around. It had three floors, with two rooms on each floor. The bedroom had a bed and a daybed, and the study had a desk and shelves. There was a terrace on the second floor, facing the central axis of the city.

"Brother's taste is alright," she said to the photo crystal.

Comments: "Not bad? Have you even calculated how much this attic would cost to put Earth in?"

"A portable house...I want one too."

"God Chen Hao: My home can be carried with me."

Chen Siyao stopped looking at the comments. She went up to the third floor and looked out the window.

The outline of the city was faintly discernible in the dim light, with the South Heavenly Gate in the distance appearing as a black silhouette.

Quiet.

There were only three of them in the entire city.

...and Jupiter overhead, which will never disappear.

Half an hour later.

On the second-floor terrace.

Yang Wanqing set up the disposable barbecue grill, arranged the charcoal, and lit the fire. The spiritual energy shield guided the smoke upwards, preventing it from being choking.

She took out vacuum-packed lamb skewers, chicken wings, and pork belly from her handbag, one package after another.

Chen Siyao sat by the railing on the terrace, holding a can of iced cola in her hand, which was chilled in Yang Wanqing's Qiankun bag.

"Yaoyao, do you want it spicy or not spicy?"

"Mildly spicy".

"Alright!"

Yang Wanqing flipped the skewers, oil dripping onto the charcoal and sizzling. A sprinkle of cumin powder instantly filled the entire terrace with its aroma.

Chen Siyao took a sip of cola.

Carbonated bubbles rushed into my nasal cavity. They felt icy cold.

She leaned against the railing, looking at Jupiter overhead. The stripes were moving slowly, and the Great Red Spot had shifted to the left.

"Having a barbecue on Ganymede," she said.

"Yes!" Yang Wanqing held up a skewer of freshly grilled chicken wings, flashed a peace sign at the photo crystal, and exclaimed, "One of a kind on the entire planet! Perfect material for my social media!"

Live stream chat: "I'm eating instant noodles while you guys eat barbecue."

"Jupiter above, ancient ruins beneath my feet, and kebabs in my hand. What an idyllic life!

"The smell of Yang Wanqing's barbecue skewers probably drifted into Jupiter's atmosphere."

Chen Hao wasn't on the terrace. He was on the first floor, brewing tea, lost in thought.