The Last Sentinel

On the screen projection, Ye Feng and the three major forces exchanged documents, shook hands, and took photos together, all in a harmonious atmosphere.

Outside the screen, a cold wind was blowing, but on the beacon towers of the Great Wall, it was warm and cozy.

Zhao Donglai and Great Wall Watchers drank tea while watching the signing ceremony on the screen.

Zhao Donglai looked at the scene on the screen and laughed, "Teacher, I never expected that Li Gousheng's matter could actually be accomplished! It's unbelievable! The undercover agents that Ye Feng arranged have really played a huge role! Hua Xiaobai has done a great job."

The Great Wall Watcher poured his tea without looking up and said, "It's just a setup. What's the point of making a contribution?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Donglai couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, what are your thoughts?"

Changcheng Watcher put down the teapot. "You don't actually think these undercover agents seized control at a crucial moment and decided the outcome for the three major factions, do you?"

Zhao Donglai raised his hand and said, "Isn't that right? It was clearly Hua Xiaobai disguised as Meng Xinghun, along with Brother Eighty, Lao Liu, and Duan Xiaolong who colluded from the inside to help Ye Feng secure the contract!"

"Heh!" said the Great Wall Watcher, "Your vision is too narrow."

"The first catastrophe was the chaotic void; the second catastrophe was the cultivation civilization; the third catastrophe was the mechanical frenzy. Which one is easy to deal with?"

"These three natural disasters accompanied the entire history of the Great Xia civilization."

"The tricks and schemes we're using now might have been pioneered by others."

"From the moment Ye Feng left the Milky Way and entered the desolate universe, he was already being plotted against, walking into their trap, or rather, into the trap set by the previous generation of Sentinels—your father, Lin Qilin."

Zhao Donglai looked at the Great Wall Watchers and said, "My father set up this scheme? Teacher, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Holding a thermos, Changcheng Watcher said slowly and calmly, "The 1999 Planet Defense War was the most recent all-out war between the myriad worlds and the carbon-based universe. In this war, the myriad worlds opened twenty-four star gates to attack the carbon-based universe. Twenty-three star gates were blocked by the four major forces, but unfortunately, the Xuanxiao Star Gate was breached. The Sabit Star Alliance took advantage of this and invaded the Milky Way, which led to a war with us."

"This matter has had a very negative impact. Before this war, the existence of the Supreme Civilization Arena was always only a matter of doubt and theoretical speculation in the myriad worlds. No one believed that the Supreme Civilization Arena really existed. But after we fought a space war with the Sabitians, the myriad worlds panicked. They discovered that they had raised an ancestor for themselves, and a super planet that had merged the genetic sequences of the myriad worlds was born."

"On this planet, almost all life forms compete fiercely, resulting in a super-competitive king of kings! If the natives in this supreme arena are released, it means that all the heavens and myriad worlds will welcome their own world-destroying demon lord!"

"In order to dismantle the Supreme Arena, the myriad realms made two preparations. One was the Sentinels' 'Wanderer Plan,' which aimed to maintain the advantage of the myriad realms by removing the geniuses from the Supreme Arena."

"The other approach is to intensify the attack on the four treasure land barriers dominated by the four major powers, so as to weaken the strength of the four major powers to the greatest extent possible."

"In this process, they abandoned the operation of large-scale invasion and began to rely on the vast energy of the myriad worlds to wage a war of attrition against the four major powers."

"This manifests as subspace storms becoming increasingly faster in pace and longer in duration."

"The four major powers have been severely damaged by the subspace storm. Their four treasure lands—the Jade Capital, the Golden Land, the Dream of Time, and the River of Reverse Entropy—have to take turns blocking the attacks from all the heavens and myriad worlds. They are now exhausted, and with no successors and their strong warriors dying out, it is only a matter of time before they are disintegrated by the heavens."

"At this moment, there is only one way out for the four major forces: to merge with the Supreme Arena and form a super multi-dimensional martial force group."

"This idea was proposed after Star Wars 1999. Your father, Lin Qilin, attended the meeting and, with the support of the Empire, established the Transmigrators Club and the Multiverse Chat Group."

"According to their plan, integration will take a certain time, and that time depends on the development stage of the next generation of Sentinels."

"When the Sentinels after Lin Qilin are able to step into the desolate universe and see the truth of all the worlds, that will be the beginning of the fusion."

"So all the contracts you see today, the so-called Cultivation Academy, Mechanical Academy, and Beast Taming Academy, were all agreed upon decades ago. Whether it's Ye Feng or you and me, we are all just pawns in the schemes and plans of the big shots."

Zhao Donglai felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He gulped down a cup of strong tea, but it still tasted bitter.

There is no such thing as opportunism in this world; there is only the layout laid out by our predecessors over thousands of years and a never-ending war.

Zhao Donglai asked, "Teacher, what will happen next?"

Changcheng Watchman rubbed the purple clay tea set. "The Advanced Martial Arts Academy will be the Sentinel's last novice mission. Once this mission is completed, the Human Alliance, backed by the four major powers, will be able to sweep away the scum of the other 23 constellations in the Milky Way. The affairs within the carbon-based universe will then come to a temporary end."

Zhao Donglai asked, "Where are the sentries?"

The Great Wall Watcher shook his head. "I don't know, but one thing is certain: the Sentinels will definitely leave our universe."

Zhao Donglai was taken aback. "Leave? Does the teacher mean Ye Feng will time travel?"

"He's different from us," said the Great Wall Watcher. "He's a wanderer, a lost dog. He should have left, but he stayed in his hometown a little longer because of the Sentinel's fall. Now, all he has to do is continue the Sentinel's mission."

"I think the previous Sentinel must have left Ye Feng with a complete mission system."

"Your father, Lin Qilin, created hundreds of thousands or even millions of systems in his lifetime. The system he arranged for Ye Feng must be the strongest system that can best test Ye Feng's strength."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Donglai's eyes turned bloodshot. "Can we find those bastards who killed my father?!"

The Great Wall Watcher remained silent, his gaze fixed on the distant snowstorm.

At that moment, a hearty laugh rang out, "Of course! If the purpose of time travel isn't revenge, then what value do the Sentinels have?"

The two looked over and saw that Ye Feng had appeared at the table at some point, pouring himself a cup of tea. "When I saw that Lord Changcheng had assigned me the position of Director of the Admissions Office, I knew I should leave."

"Not to mention that Duan Xiaolong, Baitun Wang, and Mu all appeared at the same time."

"I've met all the conditions for time travel, so it would be impolite not to."

As they spoke, Ye Feng poured two cups of tea and placed them in front of Changcheng and Zhao Donglai.

The Great Wall Watcher smiled at Ye Feng, "When did you realize you were leaving?"

As Ye Feng poured tea, he said, "We've just entered the desolate universe."

"That's when I encountered a necromancer priest."

"Mu was surprised to see me. This surprise was not because of my strength, but because he saw the title above my head: a stray dog."

"I can totally imagine the absurd feeling of seeing a ghost."