The Last Sentinel

"Even stray dogs have dens, but you proud people have nowhere to settle down."

"How pathetic!"

"Homeless, stray dogs, look me in the eye, you bastards!"

"Throughout countless dimensions, not a single light has been lit for you; how tragic!"

"Hahaha-!"

In the hazy, indistinct sound, like the low murmur of a demon, lingered endlessly.

"I don't!"

"I have not forgotten my mission!"

"Only a year has passed, give me another nine years!"

"Ten years, ten years! I will definitely break through the fourth wall, shatter the shackles left by the Third Calamity, bring countless wanderers home, avenge the Sentinels, and purify all Sentinel-related civilizations..."

Intense pain surged from my brain, and layers of blurry, chaotic images from the depths of my memory flashed before me. Majestic, colossal gods looked down upon me, tearing and twisting every single neuron, breaking and then fusing, fusing and then reconstructing. The entire granular structure of my mind began to be rearranged, disrupted, and then rearranged again.

"roar--"

Ye Feng suddenly opened his arms, and the intense pain transformed into a visible gray energy ball that was violently expelled from his body!

At this moment, the cracked and broken blood vessels on Ye Feng's forehead slowly coalesced, and dried bloodstains remained on his cheeks. There were seven holes on his face, from which bloodstains flowed.

Ye Feng looked down at the area below the driver's seat. The three brothers from Taoyuan, the two tiger-like heroes, Hua Xiaobai, and Brother Eighty were all lying on the ground like corpses, motionless.

"Presbyopia!"

"eighty!"

"Tiger Warriors, wake up!"

Ye Feng weakly sent out his mental waves downwards, but he soon discovered that his mental fluctuations, which used to be able to travel hundreds of miles, could not now exceed a range of three meters. Beyond that, he felt powerless.

Ye Feng now felt as if he had gone from being a god back to being a street food deliveryman.

This feeling is incredibly powerless.

Is this what it feels like to enter a desolate universe?

However, this aftereffect is completely different from "star-talking syndrome"!

At this moment, the fate of his followers was unknown, the spaceship's AI Ironhide was unresponsive, and his own mech, the Crimson Destruction, was not alerted. Its consciousness was too weak to even activate the Star Armor Transformation Device on his neck.

The only thing still functioning normally is Ye Feng's last resort—the chat group of all the big shots in the heavens.

The chat group is very active.

Ding! The 【Sentinel】 account has been switched to active status.

Wuji Demon Lord: Tsk tsk, what did I just say? A mere bit of chaos and disorder took Ye Feng's life. Then Ye Feng should just quit our chat group and go back to his hometown to deliver takeout!

Hongmeng's First Deepest Affection: Ye Feng, how do you feel?

Ye Feng: I feel like every single gene particle in my body has been extracted, rearranged, then scrambled, and then rearranged again. Every moment, the particle flow in my body is constantly changing positions. My heart has become my kidney, my kidney has become my leg, and my leg has quickly become my arm. In short, I feel like my body no longer belongs to me.

Master of Machines: It's normal for you to have this reaction. Your spaceship, the Red Iron Fist, is speeding through the desolate universe at an incredible speed. The desolate universe is called that because its energy is completely chaotic, a disordered bubble of order. The number and order of elements in each bubble are different. This means that every time your spaceship passes through a bubble, the cellular particles in your body will change their order. The more bubbles you pass through, the more frequently your cells will change.

Ye Feng: I hope my men aren't dead.

Master of Machines: No, ordinary people don't have as many cells as you. Their internal balance system isn't as advanced as yours. They can't change the cell order every time they enter a bubble environment. If an ordinary person's cellular balance system encounters too rapid a change in cell order, it will directly put the body into a state of suspended animation, freezing the cell order in the body. But this state of suspended animation can't last too long. You need to find them a stable bubble area to descend into as soon as possible, otherwise, they will go from suspended animation to real death.

Ye Feng: I understand. I will find the nearest place to stay.

Ye Feng took out the "1999 Treaty" file folder from the table. The first thing that caught his eye was a map, an ancient-style historical long scroll military map made of Xuan paper. On the map, various mountains, rivers, cities and towns were clearly visible.

The moment Ye Feng placed the map on the table, he saw the various landscapes, cities, villages and towns on the map transform into nothingness. Following that, dark energy spread from the corners of the map, and at the same time, the entire map released a strong white halo. Amidst the ripples of white light, the entire map magnified and converged into a three-dimensional holographic map in front of Ye Feng.

The moment the map opens, a line of text appears: "Welcome to the [Great Ming Dynasty Imperial Astronomical Bureau Celestial Map]. Please log in with your personal information."

Ye Feng stared at the map in front of him, utterly astonished.

Although Ye Feng knew beforehand that this map would be his reliance and guide after entering the Star River, this guide was just too intelligent!

At this moment, Ye Feng couldn't care less about anything else. He stared at the map and said, "Log in with your personal information."

There's a problem with the map; name.

Ye Feng!

Code name?

sentinel!

age?

25!

gender?

男！

Just then, the entire map suddenly made a whooshing sound, and the whole map turned bright red. "Warning! Your gender input is incorrect. Please check and enter it again. Two attempts failed. The automatic destruction program of the Great Ming Imperial Astronomical Bureau's Zhou Tian Xing Yu Map has been activated!"

Ye Feng said, "Gender: Male!"

The map trembled. "Ding! Warning! Incorrect gender input. Please carefully recall your specific gender. If you answer incorrectly again, the map will be automatically destroyed."

Ye Feng was speechless. No, I really am a man, male! It's the same everywhere!

I can't exactly say I'm a woman!

The red map rustled, just one step away from automatically destroying itself.

After a moment of thought, Ye Feng suddenly realized that when he entered the Human Alliance and Xuan Nu registered his identity information, he was so busy flirting with girls and joking with Xuan Nu that he said his gender was "helicopter".

Ye Feng suddenly snapped back to reality and exclaimed, "My gender is that of an Apache helicopter!"

The red halos on the map faded away, and a golden notification appeared: "Congratulations, Sentinel. Your gender and identity information is correct. Your information has been verified. You are a registered citizen of the Ming Dynasty. We are now activating the Ming Dynasty Zhou Tian Xing Yu Map for you."

"Ding! It has been detected that you are currently in a chaotic and unstable death zone. It is recommended that you move closer to the nearest Lost City of the Ming Dynasty."

"The coordinates of the nearest lost city have been set for you. The map AI is automatically connecting with your spaceship AI and is correcting its course."

Ye Feng watched as the spaceship changed direction and accelerated suddenly, and couldn't help but ask, "Can I ask how long I've been in the desolate universe?"

A message appeared on the golden map: "The flow of time in the desolate universe is different from that in the outside world. According to the time of the stable universe, you have been unconscious for about three days. According to the time of the desolate universe, you have been unconscious for about thirty days."

"Is the flow of time here ten times faster than outside? The flow of time back home is ridiculous," Ye Feng said. "And what era is this desolate universe in, according to the map AI? Is the Ming Dynasty still around?"

Ancient handwriting appeared on the golden map: "The sun, moon, rivers and mountains will last forever, the Ming Dynasty will last forever. The current desolate universe is the fifth millennium of the Jiajing Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the 5050th year of the Jiajing calendar."

Ye Feng muttered to himself, "Jiajing Zhu Houcong ascended the throne in 1521, which is only 505 years now. If we calculate it at ten times the current speed, it will be 5050 years in the Jiajing calendar. It's hard to imagine that the Ming Dynasty in my hometown has already fallen, but the Ming Dynasty's flags and banners are still burning fiercely in the desolate universe."