The Last Sentinel

Standing three zhang tall with a bronze complexion and a shimmering golden crow tattoo on his biceps, he merely smiled slightly, and even before the Sunset Divine Bow in his hand had fully materialized, it caused the eight primordial suns of the heavens to tremble.

The true powerhouse from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, Hou Yi, the archer god of the Great Yu Dynasty who emerged from history, possessed a power so great that it could make even the primordial will tremble.

At that very moment, one of the eight divine giant eyes, the Golden Eye, released a series of gravitational waves, seemingly trying to communicate with Hou Yi.

But Hou Yi had no idea how to communicate with his prey. With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent the gravitational wave hurtling towards Ye Feng.

After being analyzed by Ye Feng's complex mathematical formulas, the series of sounds presented a series of signals.

"Were you among the strongest beings in the early days of the universe, when the Milky Way was young?"

"No, this is impossible! This galaxy is very old; how could there be a powerful being like you in this Milky Way?"

"How did you all survive?!"

"I sensed the terror deep within my genes towards you. I felt that my ancestors, perhaps even the more primordial elemental source before the synthesis of the gold element, fought against you and were hunted by you!"

"Who are you! What's going on with this planet? Does time flow differently on this planet than in the Milky Way?"

"Is the will of the fundamental source of carbon on this planet? Where is the third most mysterious will of the fundamental source of carbon? Can I communicate with the fundamental source of carbon? There must be some misunderstanding between us! There must be some misunderstanding!"

"..."

Ye Feng was utterly shocked as he listened to the series of words from the golden giant eye.

Although Ye Feng knew from the very first day that the flow of time on his planet was absurd, so absurd that even the Lord of the Universe, the Hongmeng Creation Manager, was scratching his head.

Ye Feng never imagined that the original civilization in the same universe, the same dimension, and the same Milky Way would be so unfamiliar with his planet. Ye Feng could even see the abstract fear in the other party's mind. It was as if they originally thought this was the home of a little white rabbit, but the more they fought, the more anxious they became. From the depths of the rabbit's burrow, a dragon from the Milky Way's youth slowly crawled out. What was even more terrifying was that this dragon, for some reason, still retained its peak state from the universe's youth...

At that moment, however, the soft chanting of the Mystic Maiden could be heard in their ears. The song was ancient and melancholic, deep and rhythmic.

"If you and I were stars, and the heavens were our soldiers, who would say that it was the work of gods and ghosts, or that the mountains and seas were the scriptures?"

"This journey is 93,000 miles long, encompassing the eight directions and six realms, all within the sea. When did heaven and earth first begin, and how did they come to be governed by stars and the four seasons of rain?"

"Nuwa created humans, who possessed seven spirits and three souls. It is said that in ancient times, there were gods who used the sun and moon to write their marks..."

As the goddess chanted, the boundless peach forest burst into flames, and torrents of fiery peach blossoms converged in Hou Yi's hands, instantly creating a sunset bow made of peach wood!

Hou Yi raised his hand and drew his bow, but his right hand nocked a long arrow into the air.

Following behind, the Mystic Maiden performed a sacrificial dance, her voice like celestial music, proclaiming, "Where are the gods now? Come and witness the invincible Xing Tian!"

"Wielding a shield to break through Tiananmen Square, wielding a shield and axe to dance with resentment!"

"Nine bows to the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, one kneel on this vast and desolate land!"

"The Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor fought at Banquan, while Chi You lamented at Zhuolu against the Jiuli!"

"The clash of swords and the shattering of bronze, yet they still roam the banks of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers..."

Hou Yi suddenly released an arrow, the empty string resounding through the heavens and the netherworld. The invisible arrow pierced the sky and rose higher and higher, the closer it got to the eight giant suns, the more fiercely the primordial will burned!

The setting sun's divine arrow, gathering like a mighty east wind, cleaved the sky in two!

boom--

The earth shook and the arrow struck the most arrogant and domineering ninth-sequence energy life source will!

As the arrow fell, the Ninth Sequence Energy Life Source Will transformed into a setting sun, trailing a long blue-white lightning tail, and plunged into Ye Feng's cauldron, where it was instantly refined and fused by Ye Feng!

Seeing this, the other seven primordial wills panicked even more, and for a moment, all sorts of pleas for mercy and threats came out one after another!

"The will of the carbon fundamental source, do you think that by devouring a corner of our origin you can devour the other nine sequences of life? Wishful thinking!"

"Among the nine life sequences, you, Carbon Basic Source, are the most deeply hidden yet most influential old silver coin. Hybrid carbon-based life forms are everywhere; your Carbon Basic Source's hybrid life civilization occupies more than sixty percent of this galaxy! And your pure-blooded royal family has never officially shown itself. Even if one or two carbon-based pure-blooded powerhouses occasionally display their prowess, they quickly disappear without a trace. Carbon Basic Source, what are you hiding from! Answer me!"

"We admit defeat today, but don't be so smug, Origin of Carbon. You may be able to hide for a while, but you can't hide forever! The Milky Way is only so big. You've devoured our Origin fragments, which means we can find you based on our Origin! You can't escape! Get ready for our reckoning!"

"The Milky Way is no longer young. This is no longer the age of spiritual energy you speak of; it's the age of technological materialism. Those of you who are stuck in the past will never prevail in this one. Carbon is the fundamental source; we'll see!"

"Back when the Sabbit alien army invaded the Milky Way, the three fleets of the expeditionary force gathered for the Battle of Xuanxiao Nebula. No one knows the outcome of this battle, not even the Sabbit aliens' enemies. I once suspected that it was your carbon-based civilization's doing, but my will was unwilling to believe that a single sequence could take on the Sabbit alien expeditionary force. Now it seems that you dragged the Sabbit aliens into the younger era of the Milky Way. I see. This can indeed defeat the Sabbit aliens, but it is also a path to self-destruction. After all, reversing the flow of time is an act of defying the universe, and the Pillars of Creation will punish you..."

As each primordial will uttered its last words, they transformed into burning fireballs and fell into Ye Feng's Gu Furnace.

The Gu fire roared and the flames rose. The original essence blood, which had lost the cover of the original will, was like the purest material, slowly settling into the furnace.

At this moment, it seemed that all the fighting and tension had come to an end.

Hongmeng's First Deepest Affection: It's a close call, thankfully it's all over, it was really tough!

Wuji Demon Lord: I have to say, those cosmic wills back home are really going all out. It's just a little bit of the origin fragment, it's not like we're going to kill them, but they're all empowering us with their wills, they're practically ready to awaken the contracted powerhouses to come and besiege us!

Immortal God of Magic: There's nothing I can do. That's just how it is back home. The environment is harsh, resources are scarce, and the primal wills are as cunning as dogs. Just get used to it!

Ye Feng: Boss, which step should I take now?

Immortal God of Magic: @Great Love Immortal King, where is the Immortal King? Come out here! You're usually so talkative, why aren't you saying anything?

Great Love Immortal King: Circle, circle, circle your grandpa! Stop circling me! And don't ask me what to do next, this Gu can't be refined!

Hongmeng's First Affection: No, Gu Yue, what crazy drug did you take? What do you mean you can't refine it anymore? You've been guiding Ye Feng from beginning to end, and now you're abandoning your responsibilities? Is that in accordance with the rules?

Great Love Immortal King: Deeply moved, this Gu is no longer the Gu I initially anticipated. This Gu has transcended the scope of Gu! Or rather, the dimension of my homeland is higher than the dimension of my Gu Realm. The primordial essence blood that Ye Feng has thrown in, imbued with the will of origin, is equivalent to the nine Immortal Gu embryos in my Gu Realm that have been possessed by the nine Venerables. Looking back on my Gu-refining career as True Person Gu Yue, although I have fought against several Venerables from afar, I have never actually been targeted by a Venerable's projection. Ye Feng is now essentially fighting against nine Venerable projections, and all nine Venerables are at their peak age and at the height of their power. Ye Feng's situation is different from mine! I can no longer provide guidance.

Wuji Demon Lord: Forget about all that nonsense about whether the Venerable One is alive or dead. Let's talk about the normal procedure for refining Gu. After the Gu material and the divine soul are fused, what's the next step?

Great Love Immortal King: Fix Gu!

Ye Feng: How do you decide?

Great Love Immortal King: This is complicated. Determining the Gu is the last step in refining Gu, and it is also the key to reshaping the Gu's personality and direction, and clarifying one's future in the Gu path. Generally speaking, we Gu cultivators determine the Gu by reciting poems.

The deepest affection in Hongmeng: reciting poetry? Does that mean that to become a supreme being, one must learn to recite poetry?

Great Love Immortal King: There's no way around it, this is tradition. But now you've incorporated too many Gu, and Ye Feng's future Gu Dao direction is unclear, so we can't go through the [Gu Fixation] procedure.

Wuji Demon Lord: Ye Feng's future direction is indeed quite difficult to determine. Looking at Ye Feng, he is good at nothing and can't do anything right. He has changed more than 30 professions in the four years since graduation. Even though he has made some achievements in mental intelligence, he is now going to take the path of a circular warrior again. He can't just follow the old path and continue to choose the mental intelligence system, right? Wouldn't that be a waste of time?

Immortal God of Magic: The Demon Lord is right. Besides, with Ye Feng's limited knowledge, I don't think he can compose any poetry.

Great Love Immortal King: This isn't a matter of reciting poetry, nor is it a matter of Ye Feng's strengths or inclinations. What kind of poetry is this? What kind of power can suppress the rebellious will of these nine primordial sequence life forms? The Gu I refined back then were all dead Gu, their masters were already dead, or their masters were about to die. It was almost impossible for the masters to put any pressure on me. But the original masters of the nine primordial sequence Gu that Ye Feng is refining are all alive, in their prime, and at their peak combat power. It's almost impossible to suppress them. This Gu refining is probably going to end in failure. Ye Feng, you'd better prepare for the furnace to explode!

The moment the Great Love Immortal King uttered the words "exploding furnace," the perfectly burning Gu furnace cauldron suddenly trembled violently!

The violent and terrifying ripples of vibration directly shook out huge, visible cracks in the enormous Perfect Gu Furnace. These diagonal cracks swirled wildly and broke outwards, and terrifying streams of Gu Dao essence with seven-colored light were about to overflow and flow away through the cracks.

Ye Feng was now completely exhausted, his soul parched, and he was powerless to stop the Perfect Furnace from exploding.

Perhaps, as Master Gu Yue said, he was too greedy, actually trying to integrate the nine still-living source sequences into the Gu Dao. This meant that he would have to be their enemy in the future, and fight them to the death. Apart from the carbon source, which would give him some face, the other eight sources would rather kill him now. If he could not rely on his powerful and far-reaching will to crush this force, then the Gu would not submit to him, and he would be unable to control it, and in the end, it would only explode!

Ye Feng watched as the Gu Refining Furnace slowly shattered. Staggering slightly, he waved to the assembled experts from the Mountain and Sea Realms, "I'm sorry, it's all in vain. Thank you all for your help. Let's leave quickly before the furnace explodes!"

The powerful figures from the mountains and seas looked somewhat dejected.

At that moment, a weathered laugh echoed from the spiritual sky, "Boy, don't be discouraged, you still have a power you haven't activated yet!"

"Come, come, come, let this old man lend you a hand!"

"In my youth, I too followed in the footsteps of the true god, conquering all directions!"

"Come, look at the back of the true god!"

"Repeat after me!"

That voice—it's the Guardian of the Great Wall! It's the Sixth Speaker!

The spiritual energy surged and transformed into a crimson sunset. A dark figure slowly emerged from the halo of the setting sun. That figure was not Zhao Changcheng, but a familiar figure that he had never seen before but could recognize at a glance!

"When the wind and thunder rise from the earth, spirits are born from piles of white bones."

"Monks may be foolish but can be taught; demons and monsters will surely bring disaster."

Two lines of poetry appeared in the chat group.

The Great Love Immortal King replied with trepidation: Yes, yes, it is teacher, teacher!

Hongmeng's First Deepest Affection: True God!

Wuji Demon Lord: It's your teacher!

Immortal God of Magic: The power of the teacher can naturally suppress these nine true source life forces!

Accompanied by the sound of poetry, the cracks on the perfect furnace disappeared rapidly, and the nine chaotic and complicated innate powers began to merge into a pure red blood energy that boiled out!

Ye Feng recited, "The golden monkey wields its mighty cudgel, clearing the jade sky of ten thousand miles of dust!"

As streams of crimson blood converged into Ye Feng's body, his almost transparent divine soul began to grow flesh and blood wildly!

The difference this time is that the flesh and blood are an invincible foundation composed of the power of the nine life origins!

Ye Feng raised his hands and continued chanting, following the retreating figure, "Destroy the Crimson!"

"Red Fist!"

"Red is my true color!"

"Therefore, I have never been fickle, nor am I without any skills. I am a student of my teacher; how could I be completely useless!"

"Sitting alone by the pond, I feel like a tiger crouching; under the shade of the trees, I nourish my spirit."

"If I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect will dare to make a sound?"

"Thank you, Teacher!"

"Gu—complete!"

The moment the Gu appeared, Ye Feng's physical body was revived, and boundless, vast waves rose from beneath his feet. The crimson earth spread and impacted the entire Perfect Continent, reconstructing the continental plates...

The crimson sunset in the sky gradually melted away, while the flames and waves of earth on the ground continued to spread. Amidst the raging waves of earth, Ye Feng's long hair flew wildly as he soared into the sky, his long, melodious voice reverberating throughout the Perfect World.

"Above the ninth rank is perfection; above the Immortal Gu is chaos!"

"Tenth-Rank Chaos Gu - Crimson Wasteland!"