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

It's called a helmet, but more accurately, it's a half-helmet. It only covers the face and ears, leaving the back of the head and the top of the head open.

modeling...

Chen Hao took a look.

Like those VR gaming headsets on Earth.

He didn't deliberately design the appearance. But when it comes to crafting weapons, the form follows the function.

It needed to cover the eyes and ears, and it needed to fit the face, so this is how it turned out.

Chen Hao took out the first finished product and placed it aside.

Then the second boundary stone was sent into the furnace.

Same process. Same precision.

Another half day passed.

The second product is ready.

Two helmets of consciousness lay side by side on the table. Their dark silver shells gleamed with a soft metallic sheen under the lamplight of the Tushita Palace.

Chen Hao picked one up and probed it with his divine sense.

Spatial anchoring...stable.

The transmission of consciousness... is smooth.

The buffer layer...is intact.

It's ready to use.

He put the two helmets into his Qiankun bag, got up and left the Tushita Palace.

When I returned to the attic, the sun... or rather, the simulated light source of the Thirty-Three Heavens... had already begun to set in the west.

Chen Hao sat down on the balcony and brewed a pot of tea. Two helmets were placed on the stone table next to him.

And others.

Footsteps came from the other side of the approach bridge.

It was a little later than yesterday... The two of them must have stayed at the Tianji Array Sect until the very last moment before leaving.

As soon as Yang Wanqing entered the attic, he smelled the aroma of tea and went straight to the balcony.

"master..."

Then she saw what was on the table.

Two dark silver, semi-circular objects were neatly arranged on the stone table.

The curved, transparent mirror reflects the afterglow of the sunset, and there are subtle flowing patterns on the earcups on both sides.

Yang Wanqing walked over, squatted down by the table, and looked him up and down.

Chen Siyao followed. She glanced at the table... then froze.

She picked one up and examined it twice.

"Brother, what's this?" She held up the semi-circular shell. "A gaming helmet? Did you go back to Earth?"

It really does look incredibly similar. The dark silver casing, the transparent curved mirror, the earcups on the sides... it's practically a carbon copy of the VR devices sold on the market in Blue Star.

It's even more beautiful. The streamlined curves and metallic surface are more refined than any other manufacturer's industrial design.

Yang Wanqing chimed in, "Master, do you want to play games when you're bored?"

Chen Hao held his teacup, not in a hurry to answer.

"No. It was refined in the Eight Trigrams Furnace today."

Yang Wanqing's mouth gaped open. "Refined? You made it?"

She reached out and snatched the helmet from Chen Siyao, examining it closely in her hands.

The metal casing feels warm to the touch, and the mirrored part is as transparent as crystal.

There is a very thin layer of soft material on the inside where it fits against the face... it should be made of polished chalcedony.

"Wow..." Yang Wanqing held the helmet up to her eyes to look at it in the light. "Master, you're amazing! The craftsmanship... the texture... the design... is there anything you can't do?"

Chen Hao did not answer the question.

Chen Siyao picked up another helmet, this time examining it more closely. Her spiritual energy probed into the shell...

The internal structure surprised her.

The intercalary nucleus of the Boundary Stone. The refined gold conductive layer. The chalcedony buffer layer. The divine sense antenna of the star-patterned iron.

This is not a gaming helmet.

"Brother, what's this for?" she asked, looking up.

Chen Hao put down his teacup.

"You'll know once you try it on."

Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing exchanged a glance.

Yang Wanqing couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed the helmet and put it on her face.

The semi-circular shell fits snugly against the face, the mirror covers the eyes, and the earmuffs are clipped to the sides.

"Oh...it fits so well." She turned her head from side to side. "Uh, I can't see anything through the lenses..."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

Yang Wanqing's body went limp.

It wasn't fainting. It was... like falling asleep. The muscles relaxed, and the body naturally leaned back in the chair.

"Qingqing?" Chen Siyao called out.

no respond.

Chen Siyao looked at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao took a sip of tea, his expression as calm as someone watching a weather forecast. "Her consciousness has already entered. You should try too."

Chen Siyao hesitated for half a second. Then... she put on the helmet in her hand.

The moment the mirror touched my eyes, my vision went dark for a split second.

The next moment...

White.

A vast expanse of white light filled the field of vision. Then the light faded, and the scenery emerged.

Chen Siyao stood in a large hall.

The familiar lobby.

Jade Void Hall. Martial Arts Pavilion.

The projections of cultivation techniques on the four walls flickered slightly. Beneath their feet lay dark gray stone bricks. A faint fluctuation of spiritual energy permeated the air.

She looked down at her hands; she could see them. They could move. She clenched her fist; the feel was exactly the same as the real thing.

"Yaoyao! You're here too!"

The voice came from the right. Yang Wanqing was standing in the center of the hall, turning around and looking at her surroundings.

"Is this the Martial Arts Pavilion?" Chen Siyao looked around.

"Yes!" Yang Wanqing ran up to her. "Yaoyao, how did we get here? Were we teleported here by Master?"

Chen Siyao did not answer immediately.

She closed her eyes.

Feelings.

I have bodily sensations... I have sight, hearing, touch... I have them all. But to perceive things on a deeper level...

It has no physical body.

There was no real breathing. There was no heartbeat. The circulation of spiritual energy was simulated; it wasn't the actual flow of energy through the meridians.

Only her divine consciousness resides here.

Chen Siyao closed her eyes. She tried to "exit" the thought that crossed her mind.

The figure disappeared.

"Yao Yao?!"

Yang Wanqing stood there, stunned.

Chen Siyao, who was just in front of me a moment ago, vanished in an instant.

"Yao Yao? Yao Yao!" Yang Wanqing ran around the hall. She wasn't there. She had vanished. "What happened? Was she summoned away by Master?"

She rushed to the entrance of the martial arts pavilion and pushed the door open.

Can't push.

I pushed it again.

Not moving.

Yang Wanqing changed his posture, placing his hands on the door panel, coordinating his waist and hips, and exerting force.

Do not move.

She took two steps back and kicked.

"Bang!"

It still doesn't move.

"We can't get out?" Yang Wanqing's expression changed.

She kicked the door seven or eight times, each kick harder than the last. Not a single mark was left on the door.

Yang Wanqing's last kick missed, and she almost stumbled. She leaned against the wall, catching her breath, her mind racing.

They can't get out. Yao Yao has disappeared.

master!

It was her master who was punishing her!

definitely is!

After breaking through to the Golden Body Realm, she slacked off on her array training today, thinking no one would see.

Master must know.

Yang Wanqing stood at the door, clutching the hem of her clothes with her hands crossed, looking guilty. "Master... I was wrong. I only slacked off for a little while. I just broke through to the Golden Body Realm, so I just needed to rest a bit..."

She spoke a string of apologies to the air.

no respond.

Just then...

A flash of white light.

Chen Siyao reappeared in the center of the hall.

"Yaoyao!" Yang Wanqing rushed over and hugged her tightly. "You're back! Where did you go?! I couldn't open the door! I couldn't get out! Did Master see me slacking off and lock me up here?!"

Chen Siyao was almost suffocating from being choked. "Let go...let go of me first..."

Yang Wanqing released her grip, looking aggrieved.