Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

Wrapped in wind, frost and blood, Kezhou came from the sky.

When Yolisiwen's eyes fell on the blood on Kezhou's body, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. He seemed to understand something and suddenly sighed.

"Gong Sui...finally died in your hands."

A storm swept through the battlefield where artillery fire roared. Kezhou coughed a few times, perhaps because the thick smoke irritated his nasal cavity.

Bright red liquid overflowed from the fingertips and fell into the endless sea of ​​stars.

Kezhou's body was visibly decayed, and the blood on his hands was thick. After years of fighting against Gong Sui, he had pushed himself to the limit time and time again, and his physical potential had been exhausted.

Gong Sui died, so he wasn't much better off.

Seeing this, Yolisiwen closed his eyes and said, "You are seriously injured and have already reached the end of your strength. Why do you want to come here to die?"

His tone was not as cold as before, and even contained a hint of perceptible persuasion.

"With your current abilities, what can you do on this battlefield?"

Habitually ignoring the pain that was tearing tendons and breaking bones all over his body, Kezhou put down his hand: "For an answer."

The weak voice was drowned out by the roaring flames of war, but Yorisiwen heard it clearly. The answer?

Their eyes met, and their thoughts seemed to have returned to the time when they first met.

"It was in this place, at the garrison base, that the four of us met you, and...Quan." Kezhou sighed.

Time went back slowly, and the past appeared before their eyes like a flower in a mirror or a moon in the water.

The young Kezhou held Yolisiwen's hand and said, "Don't worry, we already know the difference between the Space-Time Demon and the Space-Time God, and we have also greeted Quan."

"When we return, we will tell the people and the Interstellar Alliance about this good news, so that they will give up the idea of ​​going to war with the Space-Time Demon God and destroying him indiscriminately."

Yolisiwen shook his head: "Those people may not listen. The forces in my hands are all in the garrison base. The interstellar situation is complicated. You must be careful."

Kezhou pounded his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'm not alone."

As he said this, he patted his bow again and said, "What's more, our team's healer is very strong. He can bring people back to life and turn bones into living things."

Gong Sui, who was slapped, shook off the hand on his shoulder speechlessly: "I'm thankful that you can make me worry less."

The other two laughed and teased each other.

The four of them left and never returned. When Yolisiwen left, he only brought back Kezhou, who was abandoned in an abandoned factory.

Others died or bowed their heads, and the team fell apart.

Afterwards, he secretly cultivated Kezhou and supported Gongsui.

Otherwise, in just a few decades, no matter how talented one is, without support, how could one reach level 10 twice?

Later... the garrison troops that followed him were all killed or wounded, and the old were replaced by new ones. From then on, with every step he took in the garrison base, Yolisiven seemed to be able to see the people who had followed him.

The garrison's shouts were still ringing, but Yolisiwen always felt that this was like an isolated grave, a grave where he was the only one left.

So when Gong Sui proposed another way, he agreed. He was the only one left from the old era. He worked hard for decades, but in the end he was trapped in his own web.

He thought he had made a wise decision and stationed all his forces in the Ancient Star Sea, so much so that when Kezhou and others got into trouble, he was even one step behind others in receiving the news.

His brothers never blamed him, but he blamed himself for being too naive and too idealistic...

"Kezhou...People who are too idealistic will never have a good ending."

A sigh echoed between the two.

Kezhou replied: "I don't need a good ending."

Kezhou's eyes reflected a fierce fire: "What I want is that injustice can be redressed, good people can get good results, and evil people must be punished."

"Being torn to pieces, being cursed, and having a bad ending are not important."

Yolisiwen suddenly laughed, a bitter, sad and sarcastic laugh.

"You don't care about yourself, but what about the people around you? Have you ever thought that because of your decision, they will die and have a bad ending!"

If I die, I die, but what about those who believe in me and follow me?

"Kezhou, didn't you experience all of this before?"

His comrades died in front of him, and Gong Sui was killed by his own hands. Could he really be indifferent?

Upon hearing this, Kezhou coughed up another mouthful of blood. He lowered his eyelashes and looked at the blood in his palm. How could he remain indifferent? How could he not be in pain?

He was the only one left along the way, and he was the only one left on this road.

Those who stayed behind suffered the most.

"Teacher, let me call you teacher for the last time. You chose another path, which is fine, but why did you forget your original intention and go to harm others?"

"You are no different from the guy who killed my teammate. You are unscrupulous and have lost your principles."

“This is putting the cart before the horse!”

Kezhou took a deep breath. He knew that nothing he said now would be of any use. He just didn’t understand how they had come to this point.

"I just want to know, what exactly do you want to do?"

Yolisiwen looked towards the other side, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Now that things have come to this, there is nothing that cannot be said."

"Gong Sui and I want to completely change all of this. With the help of the power of the Space-Time Demon, we can explore and collect intelligence about parallel time and space, assassinate potential dangers, and find those with outstanding talents to use for our own benefit."

"Then we will infiltrate the Interstellar Alliance and every corner of the universe, control finance, public opinion, military, and even cultural thought, and control the direction of the road in our hands."

"Promote talented people and eliminate bad apples. Countless parallel universes will act like a giant intelligent machine to find the best results and replicate them."

"From now on, no conspiracy or trickery will escape our eyes, and many crises will be prevented before they happen. Even if unrest occurs, we can quickly find the culprit and avoid more sacrifices."

Lasadelle, who was listening at the side, felt cold all over. She looked at Yolisiwen and saw his face becoming more and more distorted and excited.

A sense of absurdity suddenly arose in my heart, but when I thought about it carefully, I actually felt a moment of agreement.

Because Blue Planet is a living example, taking an optimal result as a blueprint and replicating it in other parallel time and space.

Just as she was feeling uneasy, a young voice sounded in the distance.

"Replicating time and space, exploring parallel universes, the people being replicated, the people being explored, do they agree?"

Lasadelle and the other two looked up.

Fang Zhixin waved her hand. She stepped on the edge of the spaceship with one foot, half of her body leaned out to look outside. She first glanced at the fleet that was firing heavily, and then looked at the three people.

She stepped on the edge and leaped, breaking through the storm. In the blink of an eye, she appeared in front of the three people, followed by Guan Canghai and the other six.