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

This requires a vessel. A device that can carry divine consciousness and connect across spatial distances.

Chen Hao picked up the empty teacup, glanced at it, and then put it down.

First, we need to find the Boundary Stone.

This substance already exists in the Thirty-Three Heavens. In the core region of Jupiter, under the high temperature and pressure environment, minerals with spatial properties naturally condense.

He will go there after his sister and Yang Wanqing leave tomorrow.

the next morning.

Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing got ready to leave.

"Brother, are you coming with us today?"

"No, thank you." Chen Hao leaned against the balcony railing. "I'm going out for a bit. Something comes up."

Chen Siyao glanced at him. "What is it?"

"Looking for something."

Chen Siyao waited for two seconds. Then nothing more was said.

Okay then. That's just how I am; if three words can solve the problem, I won't use four.

"be safe."

Chen Hao nodded slightly.

Yang Wanqing didn't react much; what her master wanted to do was his business. Her mind was currently filled with the formations of the Tianji Formation Sect.

The two women walked away along the approach bridge in a northwest direction.

Chen Hao stood up and walked to the balcony railing.

Look down.

The sea of ​​clouds surged and rolled. The golden-white gaseous clouds stretched to the horizon.

All the palaces of the Thirty-Three Heavens were built above this sea of ​​clouds. And beneath this sea of ​​clouds lay the planet Jupiter itself.

Chen Hao leaped into the air.

His figure disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

The clouds were much thicker than they appeared.

Chen Hao descended for a full three minutes, surrounded by swirling clouds of air. The color changed from golden-white to dark yellow, and then from dark yellow to deep brown.

The temperature is rising. The air pressure is also increasing.

For ordinary cultivators, entering Jupiter's atmosphere to a depth of a few hundred kilometers is the limit; the atmospheric pressure would crush their spiritual energy shield, and the high temperature would scorch their physical bodies.

Those at the Meridian Opening Realm cannot last more than three breaths at this depth.

Chen Hao did not slow down.

The dark brown cloud of gas grew increasingly dense. At a certain critical point, the gas ceased to be gaseous.

Liquid.

The "clouds" beneath my feet transformed into a vast ocean. It wasn't water, but liquid hydrogen. At thousands of degrees Celsius, with an extremely high density, it refracted an eerie metallic sheen.

Chen Hao stopped on the surface of the liquid ocean.

Looking down, there was a chaotic, dark gold color, with no bottom in sight.

Without hesitation, he sank in and plunged in.

The density of the liquid hydrogen ocean far exceeds that of conventional liquids. Pressure squeezed in from all directions, and a faint light appeared on the surface of Chen Hao's spiritual energy shield, a reaction that automatically reinforced it.

down.

Continue.

The pressure is still increasing. For every 100 kilometers we go deeper, the pressure doubles.

When cultivators at the Meridian Opening Realm arrive here, they are immediately crushed into a lump.

The bones will shatter instantly, and the flesh will be squeezed out of the body.

Even if someone at the Golden Body Realm or Divine Treasure Realm came, they wouldn't last more than a few minutes.

Chen Hao didn't even adjust his spiritual energy output.

For him, this pressure was no different from diving 100 meters deep on Earth.

carry on.

I don't know how much time passed. The color of the liquid hydrogen ocean changed from dark gold to silvery white, and then from silvery white to a dazzling bright blue.

Then... I got an erection.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of support under my feet.

Chen Hao landed.

The core of Jupiter.

A vast expanse of ice stretches out before you. Though called ice, its temperature reaches tens of thousands of degrees Celsius... This "ice" is not ordinary ice; it is a substance compressed into a solid state under extreme pressure.

A mixture of hydrogen ice, rock, and metal solidified into a solid sphere under unimaginable pressure.

Its size is roughly equivalent to one or two blue stars.

Chen Hao stood on the ice and looked up. Above him was an endless liquid ocean, pressed down by his own weight, but unable to press down the solid core beneath his feet.

It was eerily quiet here. There was no wind, no sound, and even the flow of spiritual energy was almost frozen in place by the pressure.

Chen Hao released his divine sense.

His divine sense spread out in all directions like a tidal wave. In this extreme environment, ordinary detection methods would fail, but what Chen Hao was looking for had one characteristic.

Spatial fluctuations.

The Boundary Stone naturally possesses spatial properties. Wherever it exists, the surrounding spatial structure will be slightly distorted.

This distortion is invisible to the naked eye and imperceptible to spiritual energy, but it can be perceived through spatial perception.

He scanned the area with his divine sense.

three seconds.

Northeast. Four hundred kilometers away. Beneath the ice.

Have.

Chen Hao took a step, his figure sweeping across the ice. He covered the distance of four hundred kilometers in less than ten seconds.

Stand still.

Within the ice beneath their feet, an extremely subtle spatial tremor emanated from a depth of two hundred meters.

Chen Hao raised his hand, and spiritual energy condensed into a blade of light, which slashed downwards.

The ice layer cracked.

The ice, which was as solid as a rock under tens of thousands of degrees Celsius and hundreds of millions of Pascals of pressure, was cut open like tofu with that one stroke.

The crack extends downwards. One hundred meters. One hundred and fifty meters. Two hundred meters.

Arrived.

Deep within the ice, a dark gray mineral vein was exposed. Embedded in the vein were dozens of fist-sized stones with a dark purple surface and a faint glow.

Boundary Stone.

The size of a human head. Extremely high quality. Quantity... Chen Hao glanced at it... thirty-seven.

That's enough. That's far enough.

He reached out, and his spiritual power swept up all the Boundary Stones, storing them in his Qiankun Bag.

Thirty-seven purple stones disappeared from the spot.

Then... Chen Hao's gaze shifted upwards by an inch.

Something is dripping from the cut surface of the ice layer above where the Boundary Stone originally stood.

One drop. Two drops. Three drops.

Light blue.

Aquamarine droplets, even more translucent than sapphire, slowly seeped from the ice layer's fracture surface, flowing down the cut.

Chen Hao reached out and caught a drop.

The moment I touched it... an extremely pure chill shot straight from my fingertips into my meridians. It wasn't just ordinary cold.

It is a kind of cold that can penetrate into the bone marrow and penetrate deep into the cells.

The Earth's Core Ice Marrow.

Chen Hao's hand paused for a moment.

This thing is a divine object for body tempering. It has an extremely strong effect on tempering the physical body.

Even with his current cultivation level, this thing can be of significant help.

There is no such thing on the entire planet Earth. Nor has it been seen in the palace complex of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

It exists only deep within environments of extreme pressure and temperature, in the cracks of mineral veins. It seeps out little by little over countless years of accumulation.

Chen Hao came looking for the Boundary Stone. Unexpectedly, he bumped into this.

He took out three empty glass bottles from his storage bag. He carefully collected every drop of Xuanbing Marrow that had seeped from the cut surface of the ice layer.

Seventeen drops in total.

Not much. But enough to last a long time.

The bottle was sealed and put into the Qiankun Bag.

Chen Hao straightened up and looked around. The crack in the ice was still open, and the mineral vein inside was half empty.

He didn't stop. With a flash, he soared upwards.

Through a liquid ocean. Through dense clouds of gas. Through a dark yellow atmosphere.

Golden-white light shines down from above...a sea of ​​clouds.

Chen Hao emerged from the clouds.

The soft light of the thirty-third heaven fell upon him. The outline of the palace complex was faintly visible in the distance.

From going down to coming back up, it took less than an hour.

He flew back to the attic where he was temporarily staying, following the direction he remembered. When he landed on the balcony, it was still dark, and the attic was empty. His sister and Yang Wanqing had not yet returned.