Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

It could be replaced with "scientific expedition," which would be perfectly legitimate and no one could find fault with it.

What if the spaceship is attacked outside—should we retaliate?

If a galaxy is targeted, destroying a planet in it becomes a perfectly legitimate reason.

Prestige isn't something you shout out; it's something you forge in blood and fire.

Slaughtering several barbaric, vicious, and unscrupulous alien races will surely make Earth's name resound throughout the vast cosmos.

After discussing the details of the expedition, Zhong Guohong returned to his village.

After all twenty-plus types of serum have been injected, the human body can withstand vacuum, high radiation, extreme cold, and high pressure—making space travel as easy as walking on flat ground.

Only when the team is assembled and ready to go will the talent pool truly be sufficient.

Three days later, a woman of breathtaking beauty quietly stood in front of Xuyang Villa.

"Who are you?" Zhong Guohong's gaze sharpened, and his breath tightened subtly.

The blonde woman in black smiled slightly: "Goddess of Death."

The goddess of death in Asgard is named Hela, who has personally acknowledged that she holds the power of death and, if there is no mistake, is one of the five primordial gods.

Zhong Guohong's heart lit up, but he quickly regained his composure and asked in a calm voice, "What is it?"

"Don't you want to hold the universe in your hands and command all worlds?" The Goddess of Death's eyes were deep and her voice was filled with seductive power.

"I have absolutely no interest in ruling the starry seas," Zhong Guohong said calmly, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

He always believed that the place where one treads is the territory, and the place where one feels at peace is the royal court.

Every inch of land is protected by iron, every foot of sky and earth carries immense power. True freedom lies not in empty fame and dominance, but in the unshakeable presence that commands respect with every gesture.

"I have a secret technique: the wider the territory and the stronger the foundation, the more formidable the combat power..." she said again.

"You may not be able to beat me." Chung Kwok-hung's lips curled up slightly, his nonchalant confidence making no attempt to hide it.

The Goddess of Death raised an eyebrow, sensing the hidden meaning in her words: "If I win, you will ascend to the highest realm and conquer all the heavens—how about it?"

"And what if you lose?" He didn't take the bait, but instead asked in return.

"You can name any condition." She nodded in agreement.

"Does it count no matter what the request is?" he pressed.

"Mm." Her gaze was calm, and she nodded like falling snowflakes.

Within the mirror space, Zhong Guohong did not draw his Minghong Blade, relying solely on his physical body and Daoist techniques to fight head-on. He broke through the opponent's momentum in three moves, pressed down on them in five breaths, and within ten breaths, Hela had already knelt on one knee.

The chaotic true essence surged like the sea, and the Northern Darkness Absorption Technique evolved into an energy furnace—all the incoming energy was transformed into its own.

The Dragon Elephant Imperishable Technique has reached its twenty-third level, with muscles and bones seemingly cast from divine gold, and flesh and blood formed like ancient mountains.

Its physical strength exceeds two million tons, and after being tempered and refined by its super strength talent, it can explode to more than twenty million tons.

Hela, one of the five creator gods, possesses a physical strength of less than 10,000 tons.

Her proud energy storm vanished silently before him, like boiling water entering an abyss.

In less than ten minutes, the outcome was decided.

Chung Kuo-hung never puts on airs—in the world of American variety shows, why be bound by rules? Acting spontaneously is his true nature.

He strolled into his secret abode inside the light-speed armored vehicle, where he tirelessly studied the Yin-Yang classic day and night.

He finally completely won over Hela's mind and will.

"From now on, let's call you Qiuxue," he said, smiling at her.

"Mmm." She lowered her eyes and smiled gently, her gaze as tender as spring water.

Several days later, the Goddess of Infinity arrived following the trail—she was also one of the five great creator gods, Hela's twin sister, and the younger sister of the God of Eternity.

She was defeated decisively in less than three minutes of fighting.

In the past, Zhong Guohong slashed down a planet devourer with a single blow; now, his cultivation has already surpassed several chasms.

Even if the five great creator gods gathered together, they would not be able to withstand him for even the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Chung Kwok-hung used his heart to understand the Dao and his emotions to refine his spirit, eventually winning over that extraordinary woman and naming her "Autumn Rain".

She and Qiu Xue studied the Yin-Yang True Scripture together, through which he comprehended the mysteries of life and death, as if drinking from a sweet spring, and suddenly understood everything.

Yin is not alone, Yang is not isolated; life is not eternal, death is not the end; light does not extinguish darkness, and darkness also contains light—between opposites, there is a law of symbiosis.

When he practiced this scripture with Qiuyu, he was shocked to discover the true meaning of reincarnation.

By combining the tranquility of the Cold Moon Scripture with the blazing intensity of the Blazing Sun Scripture, the Yin-Yang Scripture undergoes a complete transformation, exhibiting a completely different appearance.

The old method only involved the circulation of Yin and Yang energies between the meridians;

What I have realized today is that our thoughts are connected, our ideas reflect each other, and our understandings arise from one another.

"Twenty-three girls, but the two teams only use twenty-two."

Chung Kwok-hung suddenly got the urge to organize another football match.

He pulled Wanda to temporarily take over as referee, and Natasha, Hela... even Qiu Yu changed into a jersey and jumped onto the field.

The peaceful days did not last long before the eternal god broke through the void and arrived.

Chung Kwok-hung has always believed: If you treat me with respect, I will repay you tenfold.

The fight within the mirror space lasted no more than three breaths before the opponent was sent flying.

"It is not that I am too powerful, but that the void is too vast."

After seeing off the uninvited guest, he returned to his quiet life: practicing shooting, studying scriptures, playing the zither, and stargazing.

In his spare time, following the techniques taught by Xiaobai, he would use the treasure basin to tinker with some new items;

When the mood strikes, one might deduce the structure of the martial arts techniques and casually film a few documentary-style shots of the landscape.

When the urge to perform surgery becomes unbearable, he summons a clone and performs the procedure—

Liver transplants, kidney transplants, arm extensions, and leg restorations can all be completed with a single breath.

"This hand speed is probably the limit."

Before the words were even finished, the sun's true fire erupted, and the cloned body instantly turned into blue smoke.

He stepped into the replica of Earth.

"Master..." Xiaobai reported quietly.

Zhong Guohong closed his eyes and concentrated, imprinting each martial art technique into his sea of ​​consciousness; his divine sense, like a net, swept over every remnant of the ancient artifact.

Looking up at the ravaged replica of Earth—mountains collapsed, the ground cracked, and ravines crisscrossed—he simply waved his hand, and the treasure basin flashed with light, restoring the earth to its original state.

"We've dug up every corner of the Earth, searched every inch of the Moon, and now we're trying to copy the Sun, but we're still not done."

When he reappeared as the replicated sun, his body was like a stream of light, and his divine consciousness spread out like a curtain.

"A radius of 100,000 kilometers is all within my reach."

"Sweep the surface first, then sink the core."

Several hours later, the Eastern Palace suddenly appeared.

He dug a thousand feet into the ground, leaving no soil untouched, but found nothing.

Deep within the Sun's core, his divine consciousness once again dissipated.

More than half an hour later, suddenly the scene before us brightened.

With a slight thought, an ancient bell the size of a fist flew through the air and landed steadily in his palm.

"The Chaos Bell? A primordial treasure?"

He stroked the clock with his fingertips and was momentarily stunned.

Returning to the replica Earth, he bit his index finger, and a drop of his blood slowly seeped into the bell.

The blood-red light faded, and the ancient bell silently disappeared into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"The Treasure Basin is a supreme Chaos Treasure, surpassing all other innate artifacts in status."

"The Chaos Bell is on the left, and the Minghong Blade is on the right; the former is a top-tier innate treasure, while the latter was formed from the remnants of the Xuanyuan Sword. Since it inherits the essence of an ancient divine weapon, it should be no less than a divine artifact."

"If we take the Treasure Basin as the central point, and arrange the two at equal intervals and symmetrically from left to right, then the potential of the Minghong Blade may rival that of the Chaos Bell."

Once the thought was made up, he summoned the Chaos Bell and immediately replicated six Infinity Stones.

"Not moving? Not eating? The Chaos Bell is indifferent to gems?"