The Last Sentinel

Such an ominous sign, like having red hair on one's body, is like swallowing a bitter pill – one can't express the suffering.

Projecting a message onto a junior through the river of time to steal a single hair from that junior and prevent their rise to power—not to mention the fury of the powerful transmigrators across countless worlds, this would be a huge loss of morale for their own people to know about it.

To deal with the carbon-based universe, you launch a massive invasion and start an interstellar war. What kind of assassination operation is this? The assassination is not clean at all, and you are even infected by the younger generation. Everyone is cursed. What kind of situation is this?

They tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice instead!

This is incredibly embarrassing!

At this moment, as long as Ye Feng doesn't step forward to address this matter, everyone will keep it to themselves.

Ye Feng naturally wouldn't speak out about this, since he was the one who suffered a loss in this matter.

Who would publicize their humiliation to the entire universe?

Unless Ye Feng decides to blackmail the other party someday, he won't reopen his wounds.

Three days passed in an instant.

Unlike the Perfect World model, which gathers the help of all humanity to build a new home.

The Zhutian Club needs Ye Feng to start from scratch, just like those survival shows on TV.

However, as an enhanced warrior and a superhuman with knowledge of Earth's electrical technology, Ye Feng can directly rub various hard stones with his hands, guide resources with his mind, and create basic tools such as steam engines, sundials, and precision stone tools by hand.

"Ding! Notification: 72 hours have passed!"

"The All-Heavens Club has been formatted. All data has been deleted, leaving only the original 100 square meters of soil environment of the club."

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the item [Lord's Proof]!"

Ye Feng's eyes fell upon a hand covered in rust. He flipped the hand over, revealing a series of markings on the back: Common, Rare, Fine, Excellent, Epic, and Legendary.

This is my certificate of ownership of the All-Heavens Club. As my territory expands, this token will continue to grow larger!

Ye Feng put away his badge and looked at his reclaimed land, a primitive courtyard of 100 square meters. To the east of the courtyard, a babbling brook flowed, to the south, there was a small bonfire, to the north, a rocky hill, and to the west, a grove of trees.

However, currently only the 100-square-meter courtyard is within the green area; the area beyond that is gray and not yet open to the public.

Ye Feng's gaze fell on the fertile soil of the small courtyard in front of him, where rows of illusory tables appeared.

Basic building units: ordinary farmland, ordinary well, basic arrow tower, basic house, basic blacksmith shop.

Ordinary farmland can be upgraded to fertile land, spiritual land, and so on, which can promote crop growth, double the yield, and the produced grain can be sold to all the heavens and myriad worlds, or consumed by oneself.

Ordinary wells can be upgraded to sweet water wells, spirit wells, and resurrection springs, which can infinitely restore health and mana, repair injuries, and revive the dead.

Basic arrow towers can be upgraded to watchtowers, guardian towers, and so on... Ancient elemental towers, which come with bonuses from earth, fire, wind, and water elements and can destroy siege monsters.

The basic study hall can be upgraded to an advanced study hall, an academy, and so on... the Academy of the Heavens.

A basic blacksmith shop can be upgraded to a high-level blacksmith shop, workshop, and so on, to the Temple of the Craftsman.

Note: During the process of farming and developing your land, you will encounter various otherworldly environments, monster invasions, and attacks from strangers. You must defeat the invaders and protect your farmland. If your farmland is captured and burned down, the restart mission will fail and you will need to format and start over.

No one knew how to farm better than Ye Feng. With a glance, he could accurately discern the structure of the entire hundred-square-meter plot of fertile land. Then, he stomped his foot, and the soil on the ground surged up in a straight line, the earth dragon churning and raging. The vast farmland began to be rapidly turned over. Amidst the flying dust, Ye Feng continuously rubbed the rusty lord's token between his hands, and the iron slag fell into the soil...

At this very moment, the aurora-covered sky above Ye Feng's head continued to shift and change.

Although the All-Heavens Club has restarted, its travels have not stopped, and it continues to traverse various worlds.

Ye Feng paid no attention to the changing time above his head. With his current demigod-like strength as a 1.0 enhanced warrior, he wouldn't be afraid of anyone who didn't resort to unorthodox methods like the 3.0 version.

The wind blew across the farmland in front of him, and the aurora borealis slowly locked onto the sky. Ye Feng sat quietly by the edge of the field, accompanying the tilling, sowing, weeding, and catching insects...

The entire construction process of the farmland seemed to lose its time-limited. Ye Feng also used his spare time to make stone tea sets, stone huts, and stone tables. He would usually sit on the edge of the farmland and quietly watch the water and fields grow bigger and bigger.

Time passed by in the blink of an eye: a week, a month, two months...

The area of ​​farmland has gradually expanded from one hundred square meters to one thousand square meters.

Ye Feng had enough patience to wait, and he wasn't worried about missing the battles outside.

There's no other reason than that this is an extremely low entropy range; the overall entropy value, while not completely stagnant, is at least extremely slow.

A slow rate of entropy increase means a slow rate of time flow. What happens to Ye Feng in ten or eight years is equivalent to ten or eight minutes outside.

Ye Feng wasn't in a hurry at all; he just waited patiently.

Time flies by, like fleeting clouds and a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall...

In the third week of the second month of the tenth year, hurried footsteps echoed through the gray woods.

Is anyone home?

Is anyone there?

A knock came from outside the stone wall. Through the wooden fence, a man and a woman could be seen. The man was in his early twenties, carrying a girl on his back, and looking longingly into the manor.

An eleven or twelve-year-old boy came out. His eyes swept over the man's head and saw four large, dim characters: "A Dog Without a Home".

Another time traveler.

In the past ten years, Ye Feng has encountered not just one or two transmigrators, but almost one every week. In the past ten years, Ye Feng has met at least five hundred, if not six hundred, transmigrators.

Among these transmigrators, some were being chased in a sorry state, some were chasing others, some stumbled into this place by accident, and some came here intending to end their lives. Ye Feng arranged for all of them to be sent away.

The title above this young man's head was almost completely faded, indicating that this transmigrator's system was nearly malfunctioning and needed recharging, maintenance, and repair.

"Young man!" the young scholar called out to Ye Feng, "Where are your parents?"

Ye Feng was speechless. Why did every transmigrator refer to himself like that? This shrinking was not something I wanted. If I didn't look like this, I would be a huge, red-haired zombie!

Ye Feng said, "Please come in and have a glass of water!"

"Thank you! My wife was cursed by a mountain spirit, and I fled with her all the way here."

"You're safe here. Let's put your wife inside!"

"Thank you for taking me in, sir. I can't quite explain it, but I feel safe here."

The young scholar gently placed the sickly girl behind him into the house and then walked out the door.

There were two cups of tea on the stone table at that moment.

Ye Feng raised his hand and said, "Please!"

The scholar took a sip of tea, and his expression changed drastically the next moment, as if he had remembered something.

Ye Feng saw this and realized that this cup of tea was the same tea that Ye Feng had made based on Mixue Ice Cream, and no one from Earth could drink it without being moved.

Ye Feng smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

The scholar hurriedly covered it up, saying, "No, it's nothing."

Ye Feng looked towards the house and asked, "Is your wife cursed by the mountain spirit?"

The scholar said, "Yes, that mountain spirit will turn into someone close to me! I must take my wife away from the mountain village and escape that evil spirit."

Ye Feng, holding his teacup, said, "But have you ever considered that the woman you're carrying might be a ghost?"

The scholar's eyes were sincere. "If that's the case, then my wife is safe at home."

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "You're too optimistic. What I mean is, there's more than one mountain spirit. The woman in your house and the one you're carrying are both mountain spirits. Your woman is already dead."

The scholar's sincere gaze dimmed, and the next moment, the wine cup fell to the ground, followed by a ferocious roar and a violent gust of wind from inside the room.