The Last Sentinel

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The spaceship shook violently, and the three-year-old child landed hard on his bottom, slamming into the metal wall. The intense pain made Xiao Yefeng grit his teeth in pain.

"Damn it, this UFO-shaped spaceship is completely unsuitable for flying on Earth!"

"It's too unstable! And the warp drive can't operate at full power! This kind of spaceship is only suitable for interstellar travel!"

"Why did it suddenly vibrate? Could it be that my stepmother has found me?"

With a resounding thud, the UFO hatch was opened.

The bluish sunlight shone on my cheeks, lacking the warmth of the fixed sun, but offering the refreshing coolness of a gentle breeze.

"This should be some kind of synthetic particle energy, which is much milder in comparison to the pure ultraviolet heat of sunlight."

Ye Feng raised his hand, looking at the flowing blue water ripples on his small palm, and wondered whether ancient civilization was more advanced, or modern civilization was more advanced? Or perhaps, in the process of moving from ancient times to the modern era, there was a major regression in civilization?

That should be the case. It's like when the Qing Dynasty replaced the Ming Dynasty, technology declined on a large scale, and the level of the Great Xia civilization dropped sharply.

Through the cyan energy ripples, Ye Feng looked into the distance and saw a scene of life in a primitive tribal era.

Mud huts, decaying wooden fences, animal bone totems, and rough stone axes are all traces of the ancient tribes' rugged past.

"Is this the site of the Sanxingdui civilization at the foot of the Ailao Mountains?"

"Where did Lin Qilin and Pangu cultivate back then?"

"It looks pretty good."

Three-year-old Ye Feng walked into the former Sanxingdui civilization site. In his eyes, among the ruins of those ancient tribes, came strange creations that seemed to transcend time.

Facing you is a magnificent bronze altar. The sacrificial platform is smooth and well-proportioned, with rows of bronze human figures standing tall with bulging eyes and wide ears, resembling sophisticated detection and sound-receiving devices, without a trace of hand-carving.

Beneath the altar, several bronze sacred trees, some hundreds of meters tall, remain unrusted and uncorroded, with precisely symmetrical patterns on their branches, their craftsmanship far surpassing that of ancient times.

Ye Feng tried to find the bronze tree, as tall as the Empire State Building, as recorded in the diary, but all he found was a huge, dark tree pit. A terrifying crater, larger than a stadium, appeared in the middle of the tribal ruins.

Standing on the edge of the giant pit and looking up, Ye Feng estimated that the underground height was at least five hundred meters, or even six hundred meters!

Judging from this height, it seems that the bronze tree was originally placed in this giant pit, but humans later moved it away.

Ye Feng lay on the edge of the giant pit, tracing the patterns left by the bronze tree's base on the ground with his fingers, trying to find some traces left by his predecessors.

Second wipe—

"Damn it!"

Ye Feng suddenly raised his left hand and found that his finger had been torn open by the jagged bronze burrs. Blood flowed down his finger, and under the blue sunlight, the originally red blood suddenly released golden ripples!

This, this is—

Ye Feng stared at the blood flowing from his fingers, which instantly turned into a golden liquid and dripped onto the base of the bronze giant tree. The dim bronze giant tree base was instantly activated, and beams of cyan-gold light shot out in all directions. At the same time, a deep heartbeat came from the giant pit, like the beating of war drums, sacred and deep...

Thump—thump-thump—thump! Thump! Thump!

A deep, tremendous rumbling sound came from the depths of the pit.

But three-year-old Ye Feng paid no attention. His eyes widened as he stared intently at his surroundings. In the ruins of the tribe, which were illuminated by a bluish-gold halo, human phantoms appeared. However, these were not Pangu and Lin Qilin, but ancient humans wearing bronze masks, with extremely robust physiques and an average height of about three meters. They wore layers of black feather-like robes and appeared like phantoms, their eyes shining brightly beneath their bronze masks.

"This is a Samsung person!"

"Which tribe's projection is it that once left Earth?"

"How could this happen!"

"Why can my blood activate such a phantom projection?! And Pangu didn't even record this scene in his diary!"

"Unless, unless you say—"

Ye Feng clenched his fist, his eyes cold and resolute. "I am the abandoned infant of the Three-Star Clan who slept in the ruins for ten thousand years, fought over by Lin Qilin and Pangu, and was later taken away by Lin Qilin!"

"My mother is a member of the Sanxing tribe, and my father is a member of the Daxia tribe. I am of mixed race. I do not meet the requirements of Article 7 of the Sanxing tribe, but my mother seems to have a lot of influence. Instead of exiling me directly, she put the controversy aside and waited for a public trial."

"But things seemed to get completely out of control after that. I was ultimately abandoned, and the Samsung Clan left as well."

Ye Feng looked at the entrance of the tribe, the mountain road altar, and the densely packed ancient people in bronze masks standing out from the bronze forest. Looking at the phantoms of the three-star tribesmen, a bitter smile appeared on the face of the three-year-old child. In his mind, the words of the pseudo-humans echoed in his ears.

"The schemer ultimately dies for loyalty, the cause-and-effect seeker is buried by believing in himself rather than fate, the swordsman dies without a sword, the fearful of death is sublimated in heroic sacrifice, the immortal god abandons immortality to embrace death, the thieving king will lose everything, the guiding sentinel will lose himself, and the time traveler never leaves his homeland..."

Ye Feng's lips curled into a bitter smile as he added, "Those who hate heresy will eventually become heretics themselves."

"I've always scoffed at Charlie as a piece of trash."

In the end, I'm just a piece of trash when it comes to relationships.

"A combination of the Sanxing people and the Daxia people."

"How ironic!"

"I can even imagine myself becoming the seventh Speaker after I defeat the Great Wall Watchers, and the eighth Speaker using my lineage as a member of the Three Star Clan and the Great Xia Ancient People to attack me, ultimately eliminating me and ousting me from the Speaker position to become the eighth Speaker!"

"Does cause and effect truly exist in this world? Or is the position of Speaker cursed?"

"Why is it that every speaker, or someone preparing to become speaker, seems to die suddenly?"

"This is fucking horrific!"

However, if we look at this matter from a different perspective, in terms of power, the fact that a new speaker has eliminated the previous speaker shows that the power of the People's Alliance is constantly growing and improving!

If one day a young man were to kill me, wouldn't that mean that the power of Earth has reached a level so strong that it shakes the heavens?

At the very least, it must be a tyrannical civilization that dominates all the heavens in the same dimension of the carbon-based universe!

From this perspective, the deaths of successive speakers were not unjust at all. The death of each generation marked a milestone in human progress, signifying that humanity had stepped onto a new stage of civilization!

In the direction gazed upon by countless ancient people of Sanxingdui, within that terrifyingly deep pit the size of a stadium, the pounding of heartbeats intensified, amplified, and grew stronger. Visible streams of bluish-gold water roared forth from the pit. The bluish-gold waves did not spread in all directions, but instead surged skyward, forming a roaring waterfall that then split into countless trickles. These trickles cascaded down from above, sprinkling outwards, and the once parched tribal fields, villages, haystacks, and bronze forests all began to release a gentle life force…