The Last Sentinel

"Xiaofeng, go to sleep! What are you doing sitting there like that?"

Xiao Fang glanced at Ye Feng sitting on the bench, then impatiently tapped the bed, "I'm talking to you!"

Ye Feng was stiff, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, his cheeks flushed red.

That's all.

Strictly speaking, Ye Feng is still a virgin, a true virgin yang body.

Going up and hugging a fourteen-year-old girl to sleep is something that three-year-old Ye Feng might do, but thirty-year-old Ye Feng wouldn't.

At this moment, Ye Feng envied the thick skin of the eighty-year-old King Zhong and his companions. They were truly shameless, while he himself was truly concerned about his reputation.

If it really doesn't work, then let's just have a showdown!

"Actually," Ye Feng said with his back to Xiao Fang, "I'm not Xiao Feng, I'm Ye Feng."

Xiao Fang seemed thoughtful. "What nonsense are you spouting! Go to sleep!"

"I'll say it," Ye Feng raised his voice, "I'm not three-year-old Ye Feng, I'm twenty-eight-year-old Ye Feng from twenty years in the future—ah!"

Xiao Fang slapped Ye Feng, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Xiao Fang was talking to herself in the corner of her ear.

"This kid is getting closer and closer to being unsealed. Once I've done this job, I can leave."

"If he stays here any longer, he'll probably find out those secrets very soon."

"Let's count the birds, let's go check out the base."

Xiao Fang walked away, and a short while later, the boy's eyes suddenly opened!

"Acupressure!"

"That's too cruel!"

"If you find kids troublesome, just press their acupoints. This generation of parents is truly remarkable."

"Fortunately, I really did travel back in time. My mere meridian manipulation techniques are still no match for this!"

Ye Feng did a somersault and stood up, his eyes looking at the spot where Xiao Fang had disappeared, which was the side room where the memorial tablet was placed.

"It should be here!"

Where are they?!

Ye Feng stood in the side room of the memorial tablet room, his mind racing to recall the location of each tablet. If there was a mechanism, it must be hidden among these tablets!

He glanced at the memorial tablets of each stepfather and stepmother until his gaze fell upon the memorial tablet of Fang Han, the Gate of Immortality.

Fang Han's memorial tablet was rotated thirty degrees to the left!

Ye Feng grasped Fang Han's spirit tablet with his small hand and slowly twisted it. The huge mountain of spirit tablets trembled, and the next moment, his feet lost their footing.

Ye Feng fell straight down!

"No, this trap is..."

The dark and cold culvert descended vertically, with a cold wind howling and hitting his face. This feeling reminded Ye Feng of his first visit to the Nantianmen base.

"boom!"

A white web-like structure caught Ye Feng as he fell.

Ye Feng rubbed his head, not even opening his eyes, when a cold metal tube was pointed at the back of his neck.

That familiar muzzle temperature... a bomb gun, that's it.

Could it be that I've really entered an underground base?

Which base of the Human Alliance is this? Luoyang? That shouldn't be the case! Chang'an? Possibly!

A synthesized mechanical voice announced, "Unidentified individuals have been discovered. According to the rules and regulations of the Southern Heavenly Gate, they shall be shot and killed as intruders..."

The cold gun barrel began to charge, and the blazing flames continued to gather. The young Ye Feng did not panic at all. Instead, he read out, "Supplementary Article 152 of the South Heavenly Gate: After entering the South Heavenly Gate, those who enter will have a ten-minute green open space. Those who enter will be treated as attendants and entourages."

The mechanical guard's kinetic gun stopped charging, and its eyes emitted a chaotic aura of code: "South Heavenly Gate Regulations are being investigated..."

Ye Feng glanced back at the mechanical guard. Compared to the Nantianmen guards he had seen at the Shendu base, this was an ancient, rudimentary version of a mechanical beggar, utterly devoid of any aesthetic appeal, and simply a messy industrial robot.

Take your time investigating!

Hahaha!

As the former number three figure in Nantianmen and the chief scientist of the Human Alliance, no one understands the back-end system of this makeshift organization better than Ye Feng.

The 152 supplementary regulations of the Nantianmen Regulations are a complete mess of code; almost all commands will bypass these regulations, and once triggered, all the intelligent robots in Nantianmen will crash.

This code is so old that when Zhao Dong once asked Ye Feng to fix it, Ye Feng shook his head and said the project was too big, he had neither the time nor the interest.

I never expected that this mountain of crap code would actually save me today.

Ye Feng patted his butt and went down the silver-white steps. Sure enough, he saw several spaceships parked on the ground. These spaceships were not as beautiful as the Xuan Nu spaceships, and some even retained the ancient shape of flying saucers.

Ye Feng didn't have time to be picky. He found a relatively new spaceship and jumped inside.

The flying saucer-shaped spaceship hissed and staggered as it took off, quickly heading towards the tunnel ahead under Ye Feng's control.

Inside the cockpit, the view of the underground waterway through the window was dull and uninteresting, far inferior to the waterway of the Divine Capital Alliance, which was bustling with activity and excitement.

Ye Feng yawned out of boredom, looking for something to drink. He couldn't find anything to drink, but instead found a work file in the drawer of the dashboard.

"What the hell?!"

Ye Feng tossed his work file aside, but on the back of the file, a signature caught his eye—Pangu.

etc!

This...this is Pangu's work record?

Pan Gu Da, the founder of the Human Alliance?

Ye Feng quickly moved the file back and carefully wiped the dust off it. A photograph came into view.

This is an old, faded, yellowish-gray photograph. There are four people standing in the photo, and Ye Feng recognizes three of them.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed man in the black jacket and denim outfit on the far left is Senate President Hughes!

The man on the far right in the black trench coat is Sentinel Lin Qilin!

The second from the left is a young girl with a youthful face but a resilient and cold demeanor—the ruthless stepmother, the Great Emperor!

If that's the case, then the unfamiliar person in the middle must be Pangu.

He wore dark brown military camouflage trousers on his lower body and a blue and white striped sailor shirt on his upper body. His resolute square face and short hair, along with his bright and piercing eyes, made his muscular physique look so impressive that it almost burst open the sailor shirt.

Ye Feng picked up the photo. On the back was a line of text: "Group photo of the 108th Sanxingdui Civilization Survey Team".

Pangu actually knew Hughes, his stepmother, and Lin Qilin!

Therefore, it is no accident that Pangu was able to activate the Star Key, open the ancient star road, and release the treasure at the very first moment of the outbreak of Star Wars in 1999. Rather, it was the inevitable result of long-term preparation.

But what does this group photo of the 108th Sanxingdui civilization survey team mean?

Is there any connection between Sanxingdui and Star Wars (1999)?

The Bronze Star Key! The Sanxingdui Bronze Age Civilization!

Ye Feng's eyes shone brightly, his mind racing with thoughts. He muttered to himself, "The bronze key, the bronze civilization, and the bronze token I obtained from the Tang Dynasty at Mount Fuji—all of this seems to point to the sealed civilization of Sanxingdui."

"Things are getting more and more interesting."

"Perhaps what I'm about to see will reshape my worldview."