Space-Time Rescue

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Xiongying, barely clinging to life in Ma Xiuying’s arms. His heart broke, and tears streamed down his face.

A time-space gate opened. Ling Xiao, on his first time-space rescue mission, rushed in. Seeing that the boy was still alive, he breathed a quiet sigh of relief, then turned to the wide-eyed, bewildered Old Zhu and laid out his terms: “Defy fate and change history. Within a hundred years, the Ming territory must exceed 13.72 million square kilometers. Otherwise, the Ming dynasty, which would have lasted another 276 years, will fall early.”

Liu Bei, fleeing across the river with the people, watched his exhausted army inch forward at a snail’s pace each day, growing as more people joined them. He had no idea what to do.

Ling Xiao stepped forward. “Someone has given you ten thousand bicycles and ten thousand handcarts. Please sign here to accept delivery.”

At Wuzhang Plains.

Zhuge Liang, his life force almost spent, sighed, “Vast heavens, why have you been so cruel to me?”

Ling Xiao emerged from the time-space gate with Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and the others. “Prime Minister, don’t die just yet. Someone’s sent you a million boxes of instant noodles, and a hundred thousand college students with fragile constitutions are eager to cause trouble for you. I mean, they’re here to help for free!”

Whether it was the pain and despair of ordinary people or the age-old regrets of historical figures, Ling Xiao did everything he could to help.

He knew all too well:

The Myriad Worlds were vast, and he had little power.

But everyone trapped in a desperate situation hoped someone would reach out and pull them back.

So Ling Xiao, with more audacity than sense, wanted to say: Hope is never lost. I’m on my way!