At that instant, a glimmer of elusive insight arose in Zhang Ming's mind. Inspiration surged from his heart like a murmuring stream flowing through a mountain valley, washing over every cell in his body.
He leaped above the river of time and vaguely glimpsed the world's future. Countless illusory images flashed before his eyes, forming an abstract, elongated Möbius strip.
This ship of the Macrosteel People seemed, perhaps, possibly... to have successfully returned to its own world?
The return of these 12,000 people aboard the ship sent enormous waves through the Honggang Civilization!
Their epic story and the immense wealth they brought back added a bold, vivid stroke to this ancient civilization's history.
Zhang Ming blinked hard and gazed as far as he could into the distance of space-time.
He seemed to see Gangduo successfully enter the Highest Executive Hall, standing on a dais with his face flushed as he swore some sort of oath.
Had that fellow really succeeded?
It was good to have ambition!
By comparison, Zhang Ming himself was someone without ambition. What should he do after returning...? He had no idea.
In short, he could not make out any more details...
The Honggang Civilization's overall strength was far more than ten thousand times that of the Three-Tailed Monkeys. Even a hundred million times would be no exaggeration! Although the degree of change in the Honggang Civilization fell short of that in the Three-Tailed Monkey race, the space-time tidal energy it brought was several orders of magnitude greater!
Washed by this energy, the nerve endings throughout his body connected with the entire world.
A unique realization dawned on Zhang Ming. "So that's how it works. These are all predictions after changes to the river of time. They still aren't the final reality."
"Reality exists only beneath my