The Last Sentinel

"The young martial arts legend has been mobilized."

"Young Master Meng."

In a luxurious mansion in a garden full of spring colors, the sounds of women singing echoed endlessly. Among the beautiful women, stood a remarkable man with the most masculine beauty.

He picked up a beautiful boot filled with wine, and while drinking the wine from it, he said to the shadowy figure outside the door, "The Empire really thinks highly of me. A martial arts legend appears only once every five thousand years. Instead of hiding such an imperial banner properly, it directly uses it against me. Doesn't Jiajing worry that I will break his banner and make him regret it?"

A shadowy figure outside the door said, "Young Master Meng, a martial arts legend, not to be underestimated. Even Zhang Sanfeng..."

Meng Xinghun interrupted the voice of the dark figure outside the door, "Don't mention Zhang Sanfeng to me! That was five thousand years ago. At that time, spiritual energy still existed, the empire's original Heavenly Dao was still there, and with the strange ecological niche of that planet, it was only natural for a powerful figure like Zhang Sanfeng to appear."

"What era are we living in now? We live in a desolate universe. The last life-bearing star system in this universe is infinitely far away. What is the meaning of the martial arts mythology of this era?"

"In their imperial parlance, does the sword of the previous dynasty still have the power to behead an official of the current dynasty?"

The shadowy figure outside the door asked, "So, what does Young Master Meng mean?"

Meng Xinghun said, "Martial arts legends are nothing to worry about. What I'm worried about is that the Empire will send experts to ambush me without any mercy. If Li Wenzhong comes, then I will have to return to the Chaos Star Sea immediately. That Li Wenzhong is too heaven-defying."

The shadowy figure outside the door said, "The Empire has a sense of honor. Sending a renowned expert to hunt down a junior cultivator—Jiajing would never do such a thing!"

"I hope so," Meng Xinghun said. "To be honest, I didn't want to get involved in Bai Yujing and Zhou Yunyi's affairs, but after observing the red dog's fate, I discovered that I have a karmic bond with it, so I had to lend it a hand. Now that red dog has stolen the twelve volumes of the Heavenly Book and Zhou Yunyi and disappeared without a trace, leaving me here in Xin'an County to stir up trouble. It's really not fair!"

"So be it, that's the most wonderful thing about fate."

"Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise!"

"Aren't you right, my beauty!"

As he spoke, Meng Xinghun raised his hand and pinched the chin of a beautiful woman standing in front of him.

The beauty's features were exquisite, and she was draped in a light veil. Her lively eyes held endless charm. She pointed her finger at Meng Xinghun's heart with feigned anger, as if she were upset.

But the moment that slender finger touched his chest, a murderous aura suddenly spread out, and visible cracks appeared on Meng Xinghun's strong chest at the tip of the slender finger, quickly covering his entire body.

"Meng Xinghun!" the beauty gritted her teeth, "I will kill you today!"

But Meng Xinghun remained seated, smiling unchanged, and said, "Naive!"

The next moment, the starlight shattered, and Meng Xinghun's entire body exploded into countless starlight, turning the entire flower hall into a deep and mysterious starry universe.

The beautiful woman stood frozen in place, lost in thought. "This is..."

A deep, shadowy figure appeared from behind, saying, "Life is but a dream, shattered!"

The beauties crumbled and split open, and suddenly, every woman in the room transformed into an assassin, ready to attack Meng Xinghun in the shadows. But Meng Xinghun stood there, his body radiating black and white ripples of light. Countless figures of Meng Xinghun appeared in these ripples, increasing in number. It was as if Meng Xinghun had saved his game by setting up countless anchor points in this room. For every anchor point clone they killed, Meng Xinghun gained ten more anchor points. No matter how they killed, Meng Xinghun was endless and could never be killed!

The last beauty's face was filled with despair. Her skin was cracking and breaking apart inch by inch. Her skin, hair, bones, and flesh peeled away and vanished without a trace.

Outside the window, a shadowy figure whispered, "Young Master Meng, you've got a clever plan. You specifically target female assassins sent by your enemies, so you don't have to pay them!"

From the shadows, countless Meng Xinghuns spoke in unison, "Don't use the morality of beings from this universe to define me; I don't belong to this universe."

"My ancestors descended into this universe with the pride of the world's will during the Second Cataclysm."

"Our ancestors created our race by imitating the ultimate evolutionary version of this universe, carbon-based life, humans, in order to seize the origin of this universe."

"Only by wiping out all carbon-based humans can we inherit this universe and obtain the final piece of the puzzle across all dimensions."

A dark figure outside the window said, "Young Master Meng, this universe is not easy to deal with. I don't belong to this universe either. My ancestors arrived as early as the first cataclysm during the creation of the universe. Our opponents were Chaos, the Dragon and Han races, the powerful witches and demons, the five emperors of the human world, and the ancestor of war, Chi You. We have never gained any advantage from them. This universe has a vast foundation, and an empire cannot be destroyed in a day."

"That's you!" Meng Xinghun said. "I'm different. Before my race descended into this universe, another race of the same sequence had already appeared in the Warhammer Universe and waged war against the Emperor of the Warhammer Universe. In all the universes, there are only two sources of carbon-based life: one is Cinnabar and the other is Terra. As long as these two sources can be destroyed, the Fourth Calamity will be nipped in the bud, the prophecy of the God of Machines will be invalidated, and the outcome will be changed."

The figure in black did not continue to object to Meng Xinghun's words, but said, "Since Young Hero Meng is so arrogant, then I will not keep you company any longer. Farewell."

Meng Xinghun said, "Cowardly as a mouse, no wonder you failed in the embryonic war of carbon-based life forms, and were hacked to pieces by Pangu until you couldn't even take care of yourself. A mere martial arts legend makes you retreat in fear. What great things can be accomplished with a guy like you!"

The dark figure paced away.

In the darkness, a figure formed from starlight stepped out. Wherever he walked, he left footprints of burning starlight, as if the stars themselves were a living entity, radiating intense energy and a powerful aura. His pupils emitted a pale light, which twisted and shifted, spreading into the infinite depths of the void.

"I have already seen the origin of this guy."

"He doesn't belong to this desolate universe; he comes from... five thousand years in the future!"

"They're actually enemies from the future."

"It seems the Supreme Arena has already decided the winner, otherwise the guys inside the arena wouldn't have been able to be sent over there."

"I knew it! How could an organization like the Empire, with one foot in the grave, possibly revive and give birth to a new martial arts legend!"

"It seems like people from their hometown have come to visit."

"We must capture this guy alive and figure out exactly what happened in the Supreme Arena. So many contingency plans left behind by the sequences, even the fact that Zenith launched an external attack and released the Sabit aliens—did none of that affect the Supreme Arena?"