Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

After traveling frequently for several days, taking more than ten days in total, he has successfully replicated the Reality Stone and the Power Stone.

In a flash of inspiration, he threw the two genuine gems into the Minghong Blade, letting it devour and refine them;

The replica is then quietly embedded in its original position, blending seamlessly into the design, unnoticed by anyone.

Although the replica gems are indistinguishable from the originals, he can use his treasure bowl to erase the replica Infinity Stones at any time—to put it more bluntly, with a thought, the replicas evaporate instantly, like morning mist meeting the sun.

"Only the Soul Gem is missing. But to obtain it, I must personally sacrifice the person I cherish most."

Unable to bring himself to sever ties, Chung Kwok-hung repeatedly used his mental power to search, but he still couldn't find the soul gem that was faintly glowing in any corner.

"If we gather all five Infinity Stones and let the Minghong Blade absorb their full power—if all goes well, this blade's combat strength will be no less than the Infinity Gauntlet. Thanos? He'll probably be no threat. But... if we face Steppenwolf wielding the three Mother Boxes, the outcome is truly uncertain."

After disappearing from sight, Chung Kwok-hung quietly sneaked into the Kree temple and silently imprinted the supreme wisdom into his mind.

Upon returning to Earth, he once again secluded himself in Xuyang Villa, never leaving the house.

Titan, a moon of Saturn.

The ravenous planet devourer Galactus, carrying a destructive torrent, hurtled toward this fading star.

As the alarm sounded, Thanos led his personal guards into the air and launched a fierce attack under the tattered sky.

Although Titan is withered and decaying, it is the homeland where his bloodline is rooted.

Thanos leaped out with his sword, the blade tearing through the sky as it slashed at Galactus's colossal, sky-covering body.

"It's you?" Galactus was startled.

"This place is Titan!" Thanos roared like thunder, slashing his sword horizontally, and a torrent of blazing white energy exploded outwards.

Rock fragments surged, flames burst forth, and the earth cracked.

This battle that shook the very heavens lasted only a little over ten minutes before Galactus was forced into a retreat.

Wounded, it fled, its massive body nearly half collapsing away, disappearing into the deep sky with a faint trail behind it.

……

Inside his office, Chung Kwok-hung, accompanied by his assistant Selena, meditated on the "Yin-Yang True Scripture".

"Such a comfortable life is most likely to erode one's will."

With his Yin-Yang True Qi slightly improved, he chatted with Selena for a while before stepping back into the replica Earth.

When he previously swept through the Kree region, he had already completely copied the Supreme Intelligence.

By using the power of the heart to delve into the depths of the Cree people's memory, their language, grammar, and sense of language become naturally understood.

Aside from daily breathing exercises and necessary rest, he was almost always on the replica of Earth, repeatedly disassembling, deducing, and reconstructing the supreme wisdom.

He firmly believes that if it can be completely integrated into the core of Xiaobai's consciousness, this AI may become the sharpest blade of thought in the Marvel Universe.

Sunrise and sunset, seasons change, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"It's finally done."

After several iterations and upgrades, Xiaobai's intelligence level has achieved a qualitative leap.

The Supreme Wisdom encompasses all the fruits of the Cree civilization—military strategy, cutting-edge technology, philosophical speculation, and more.

Furthermore, by incorporating the top technological systems of the Kree, Skrull, and Shi'ar empires, Xiaobai is no longer just a program, but a living encyclopedia of the universe.

"Just how much stronger is White now compared to Ultron?"

Putting aside distractions, Chung Kwok-hung ordered Xiao-bai to begin designing a new generation of armored vehicles.

To this day, he can replicate all ten of the Marvel Cinematic Universe's most recognized supernatural artifacts at will.

With the technological foundation of three alien civilizations, building a truly light-speed armored vehicle is a natural progression.

While Xiaobai was working on the blueprints, Zhong Guohong did not stop either.

He used ten strong metals as a base, repeatedly adjusted the proportions, and then tested dozens of key parameters such as hardness, toughness, conductivity, and annihilation resistance.

"Ten kinds of divine metals are fused into one, and all indicators completely surpass those of individual divine metals—let's call it 'Supreme Metal'."

He forged a longsword from the strongest metal, and then took out his spare Minghong Blade.

With a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right, the two weapons clashed—with a crisp sound, the longsword broke in two.

"As expected of the Minghong Blade, which was formed from the remnants of the Xuanyuan Sword, it is extremely tough and resilient, far surpassing even the strongest metals."

The ten strongest metals in the Marvel universe show no signs of life and cannot take human form.

The Minghong Blade could even transform into a lark, nimbly escaping from the Xuanyuan Sword in the Yellow Emperor's hand—in terms of spirituality, it had already surpassed all other divine metals.

"The light-speed armored vehicle only needs the strongest metal; the material of the Minghong Blade is already beyond the ordinary."

"A light-speed armored vehicle made of the strongest metal is enough to roam freely in the Marvel universe."

Following the blueprint drawn by Xiaobai, Zhong Guohong activated the Treasure Basin and cast a brand-new armored vehicle in one go.

The brand-new tank stood silently before me, its entire body gleaming, measuring 15 meters long, 9 meters wide, and 6 meters high.

"If the normal limit is reached to three times the speed of light, tearing open a wormhole would allow one to leap across an entire galaxy."

"This dedicated armored vehicle should be retired—things that you're comfortable using should never be given away."

With a glance at the steel behemoth in the distance, Zhong Guohong's mind stirred, and the armored vehicle instantly turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the wind.

This light-speed armored vehicle is a true five-dimensional vehicle: soaring like an eagle, galloping like a leopard, digging like a mole, floating like a leaf, and diving like a whale.

The train carriage contained a space with a surfboard-like topology—ten kilometers long, wide, and high. Zhong Guohong had already moved the entire estate inside: villas with white walls and gray roofs, a shimmering, temperature-controlled swimming pool, a koi pond with flowing water, a spacious horse ranch for galloping horses, a secluded rose garden with winding paths, and a peach orchard fragrant in all seasons…

In other universes, let alone a stable space of thousands of cubic kilometers, he would be helpless even if he could only carve out a controllable virtual domain of one cubic meter.

But this is the Marvel Universe—absurdity is the law, and paradox is the norm.

He took Natasha and the others, and drove the light-speed armored vehicle straight into deep space, circling the edge of the galaxy.

Decades ago, the United States had already sent rockets into low Earth orbit; Xuyang Mountain Villa built a flying machine that could roam the Hunter's Cantilever, and no one thought it was outrageous at all.

After all, Reed from the Radiant Sun Squad is a living textbook of aerospace engineering.

After a few days of being in a vacuum, feeling light and refreshed, Zhong Guohong changed course and headed back to Xuyang Mountain Villa.

To avoid alerting ground radar, he deliberately kept his speed low—only reaching thirty times the speed of sound, like a silver streak skimming across the clouds.

On the way back, he casually dismantled the other two old armored vehicles, replacing their frames with ultra-strong metal, which gleamed coldly.

He pushed open the office door and found Wanda massaging his temples, her fingertips warm; he casually flipped through the latest issues of the newspaper.

"Tony Stark has gone missing? Has the script for Iron Man 1 really begun?"

I glanced at the date—2010. A quick mental calculation showed I was already past thirty, almost thirty-two.

"In the blink of an eye, I'm already thirty-two."