Time passed swiftly...
It had been exactly thirty years since Zhang Yuan had returned to this world for the third time.
The hardest times had long passed; he was born in an era filled with hope, and although everyone was still very busy, their busyness was mixed with a vitality akin to the morning sun.
It was as if a sun was slowly rising in people's hearts.
That day, at six in the morning, he woke from his sleep.
Zhang Yuan stretched lazily, glanced at his wife next to him, freshened up, and started his day's normal work.
The endless work was nearing its end; through the efforts of generations, the grand plan of the neutron star collision was finally coming to an end.
Times of turmoil always brimmed with heroes, not just those who led humanity out of darkness, but also countless ordinary heroes like Wang Haifeng...
"What an... extraordinary era indeed!"
