End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

The Time and Space Messenger's face suddenly changed, and he raised his hand suddenly. The situation on the sand table suddenly changed, and the mission target that was about to be completed was instantly destroyed by an invisible force.

"Wait!" He said in a serious tone, "I changed my mind. This plan is too simple and not enough to prove your strength." Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze were stunned and looked at him in confusion.

The time and space messenger paced a few steps and said slowly: "I need you to solve a more difficult problem, a problem involving the most fundamental rules of the two time and space." He waved his hand, and the sand table disappeared, replaced by two light balls flashing with strange light, representing the modern and ancient times respectively.

"These two spheres of light represent the core energies of two different spacetimes. If they lose balance, both spacetimes will collapse." He pointed to a crack that had appeared between the spheres of light and said in a serious tone, "Now, this crack is constantly expanding. You need to find a way to repair it."

Fan Mengmeng suddenly felt that her thinking had reached a dead end. This crack was like a natural chasm, lying in front of her.

Modern scientific and technological knowledge seems to be of no use here, and ancient military strategies are unable to solve this abstract problem.

Teng Junze's brows were furrowed, and a thoughtful glint flashed in his deep eyes.

He reached out and touched the ball of light representing antiquity, and an ancient and mysterious aura came over him, making him feel a familiar yet unfamiliar power.

Fan's mother looked at her daughter worriedly, gently held her hand, and gave her silent support.

Even Boss Zhao, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, now showed a solemn expression.

Teng Junze's friend traveled through time from ancient times and brought with him the deductions of several ancient sages. However, the result was even more disappointing - the cracks were caused by the fundamental conflict between the two time and space rules, which was almost impossible to reconcile.

Xiaolu also paced back and forth anxiously, but was unable to help at all.

Everyone looked troubled, as if they were overwhelmed by this sudden problem.

"What if we change our strategy and abandon our previous plan?" Fan Mengmeng asked tentatively, with a hint of despair in her tone.

The Messenger of Time and Space shook his head and said, "It's too late. The cracks are expanding much faster than you can imagine. If they can't be repaired in time, the consequences will be disastrous." His words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

Teng Junze suddenly spoke, his tone firm, "Mengmeng, do you still remember where we first met?"

Teng Junze's words shocked Fan Mengmeng's heart, and her thoughts instantly returned to the time and space node when they first met - an antique shop in a modern city.

It is filled with an ancient atmosphere and the sedimentation of history, and it is also where their fate began.

She suddenly looked up, a glint of inspiration in her eyes. "You mean... using resonance?" Teng Junze's deep eyes flashed with approval. "Yes, the conflict between the two time and space stems from the difference in rules, but they are not completely unrelated. Our meeting is the best proof of this."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Teng Junze's friend was stunned. The deductions of the wise men clearly pointed to a dead end. Could it be that they were all wrong?

Boss Zhao narrowed his eyes, and his shrewd businessman mind began to work rapidly as he calculated the possible business opportunities.

Xiaolu looked confused and had no idea what they were saying.

Even the Time and Space Messenger couldn't help but reveal a surprised expression. He stared at Teng Junze with great interest, "Oh? Tell me what you think."

Teng Junze walked between the two light balls, stretched out his hands, and touched the light balls representing modern and ancient times respectively.

"Differences in rules lead to conflicts, but emotional resonance can transcend time and space and connect us." He spoke in a firm tone, and a powerful energy emanated from him. The flashing frequency of the light balls began to synchronize, and the expansion speed of the cracks slowed down significantly.

"The emotional connection between Mengmeng and I is the bridge connecting the two time and space. We need to amplify this resonance so that it is strong enough to repair the rift."

Everyone held their breath and watched in disbelief what was happening before their eyes.

A hint of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the Time and Space Messenger. "Interesting idea, but how do we amplify this resonance?" Teng Junze looked at Fan Mengmeng, his eyes full of determination and trust. "Mengmeng, do you still remember the things we experienced together?" Fan Mengmeng nodded heavily, her eyes slightly moist. "Of course I remember." Teng Junze's lips curled up with a confident smile. "That's good..." He suddenly turned to look at Fan's mother. "Auntie, we need your help."

When Fan's mother heard this, she was stunned at first, and then her eyes turned slightly red.

She understood that her daughter and Teng Junze were engaged in a battle concerning the fate of two worlds, and she could also contribute.

She took a deep breath, calming her excitement, and slowly said, "I remember when Mengmeng was little, she loved listening to my stories. Those stories had heroes, romance, and bits and pieces about family and love..." She paused, her gaze landing on the two flickering balls of light. "Perhaps, we can transform these stories into an energy that can transcend time and space, and inject it into this resonance."

Fan Mengmeng was shocked. Her mother's words were like a flash of lightning that streaked through the night sky, instantly illuminating her thoughts.

She recalled those warm childhood days, the stories her mother told her, and the seeds of love and hope that had already taken root and grown strong in her heart.

"Yes! We can use modern technology to transform these stories into a special energy wave, amplify it through ancient formations, and finally inject it into the resonance!" Fan Mengmeng said excitedly, with wisdom in her eyes.

Teng Junze glanced at Fan Mengmeng with appreciation, then added, "Not only that, we can also transform modern music, paintings, and even movies into this kind of energy waves, allowing them to jointly construct an energy field filled with love and hope, thereby maximizing resonance."

The Time and Space Messenger looked at them with interest, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes, "It sounds interesting, but how do we do it specifically?" Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze smiled at each other, and everything was said without words.

They acted quickly. Fan Mengmeng was responsible for converting modern cultural elements into energy waves, while Teng Junze urgently contacted his friends to set up corresponding formations in ancient times.

Fan's mother assisted silently, contributing all the ancient legends and stories she had known throughout her life without reservation.

As time passed, the crack between the two light balls gradually narrowed, and the flashing frequency became more and more consistent.

A warm and powerful energy slowly flows between the two balls of light, like a bridge connecting two time and space.

At this moment, Teng Junze's friend suddenly sent a message...

"Junze, things have changed!"

The news brought by Teng Junze's friend was not bad news. On the contrary, he used his influence in ancient times to find a special mineral called "meteorite sand".

This mineral contains powerful energy that can greatly enhance the transmission efficiency of energy waves and plays a vital role in repairing space-time cracks.

When the Time and Space Messenger heard the news, a hint of barely perceptible excitement flashed in his eyes.

He originally just wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect that these two people could actually find a solution to the problem.

He stroked his chin and thought to himself, "It seems that these two people are more interesting than I thought." There was a bit more appreciation in his eyes when he looked at Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze.

However, just as everyone was rejoicing, a discordant voice broke this brief harmony.

"Wait!" Boss Zhao suddenly stood up, his face covered with a hypocritical smile, but his eyes gleamed with greed. "This plan sounds promising. I think I can contribute."

Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

They knew very well who Boss Zhao was.

He is a profit-driven businessman and would never offer help without a reason.

Sure enough, Boss Zhao’s next words confirmed their guess.

"I think I can better complete this plan with my financial resources. How about this: you hand over this plan to me, and I promise to give you a generous reward."

"Impossible!" Fan Mengmeng rejected Boss Zhao's proposal without hesitation, "This plan is the result of our joint efforts, and we will never hand it over to anyone!" Teng Junze also stared at Boss Zhao coldly, his eyes full of warning.

Seeing that soft tactics didn't work, Boss Zhao started to use hard tactics.

He sneered and said, "If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished! Who do you think you are? Without my resources, you can't do anything!" He snapped his fingers, and a group of bodyguards in black immediately surrounded Fan Mengmeng and others.

"What do you want to do?" Fan's mother stood in front of Fan Mengmeng, her tone full of anger.

Boss Zhao smiled sinisterly. "I don't want to do anything. I just want to take back what belongs to me." He looked at the Time Messenger, his tone threatening. "I believe you will make a wise choice."

The Messenger of Time and Space did not say anything, but just watched everything happening in front of him with great interest, as if he was watching a good show.

Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze stood back to back, staring vigilantly at the bodyguards around them. They knew that a fierce battle was inevitable.

The atmosphere was tense and on the verge of breaking out.

"Boss Zhao, are you sure you want to do this?" Teng Junze's voice was icy cold, like a chill wind from hell.

Boss Zhao sneered and was about to speak when he suddenly stopped.

His expression suddenly changed, and he looked ahead in disbelief...

"This...how is this possible?"