The Last Sentinel

A descendant of the Han dynasty, stepping into the heavens, riding a dragon to ascend to immortality!

The golden divine figure, carrying the overwhelming fortune of the Han Dynasty, shattered the void with every step. The sword energy dragon roared and shook the heavens, and the dragon claw tore through the air. The two merged into one and soared straight into the sky. Its pressure swept across all directions, and even the distant stars trembled.

Its soaring form resonates throughout the universe!

This scene, like an epic of time, fully reveals the majesty of the Han Dynasty.

This breathtaking scene was clearly reflected against the backdrop of the snow-covered Great Wall.

The Great Wall stretches for thousands of miles, covered with thick snow. The cold wind howls past, whipping up snowflakes that sting the cheeks. The air is bone-chillingly cold, and every breath is filled with icy shards.

Snowflakes landed on the old man's gray hair, only to be instantly melted by his aura.

He wore a faded blue long gown, the hem fluttering in the wind, and his weathered face was full of composure.

He looked up at the sky, where the ice and snow-covered sky shimmered with an icy blue halo, clearly projecting the scene from thousands of miles away.

In the celestial canopy, the stars shone brightly. A colossal golden divine figure and a dragon of sword energy stood side by side, rising against the current through the thick branches of the bronze giant tree. The ancient runes on the tree's branches exuded a suppressive aura, yet they were easily cleaved by the divine figure and the dragon's sword energy. The runes dimmed, the branches shattered, and this soaring momentum was so awe-inspiring that it sent chills down one's spine!

The elites of the shogunate's camp had already been killed or wounded in the internal strife. The remaining soldiers hid in the ruins, looking at the sky with fear on their faces, too exhausted to even run away.

Although the Indian mercenaries still possessed some strength, they were already terrified by this imposing aura. These guys, experts in internal warfare but incompetent in external ones, huddled together, trembling, only thinking of hiding in the temple and praying for the enemy to be destroyed on their own. They dared not take a single step forward.

"master!"

Hurried footsteps sounded behind him. Zhao Donglai, travel-worn and covered in dust and snow, rushed forward. His face was weary, but his eyes were sharp as knives as he stared intently at the sky. His tone was alarmingly grave: "Master, something's not right. There are flaws everywhere!"

The old man from the Great Wall withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhao Donglai, his face expressionless, as if he had expected this: "You noticed it too? Tell me, what's wrong?"

"Four strange points, each one capable of stirring up the heavens!" Zhao Donglai's voice deepened, his tone growing increasingly sharp. "First, even the Jiajing Emperor was unsure whether Liu Bei's Maojin Blade could awaken the Han imperial bloodline. Yet, at this critical juncture of turmoil in the heavens and the stirring of various forces, Liu Bei's bloodline suddenly awakened. The timing is too coincidental; it is no accident!"

"Secondly, the Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great are the most precious treasures of the Great Xia Dynasty, the very foundation of the Great Xia. How could they have fallen into the hands of the idle second-generation scion, Tian You? No matter how powerful his family is, they are not qualified to possess them! What's even more suspicious is that his family deliberately concealed the origin of the treasures, allowing Hua Xiaobai to easily deceive them. There must be something fishy going on behind this!"

"Thirdly, Qin Shi Huang's Ascension Map has been missing for thousands of years, and all the top powers have been searching for it without success, yet it suddenly appeared in An Qing's hands! I've investigated her background; she's just a student at the Public Academy with a weak academic background and a family with little influence. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been sent to the Demon Locking Tower's carbon-based universe to do menial tasks. She has no right to access such a treasure!"

"Fourthly, reviving a dynasty requires three things: the Cauldron of Fortune, pure bloodline, and the dynasty's destiny. None of them can be missing! But now, the Cauldron of Fortune of the Han Dynasty, Old Liu's bloodline, and the remaining destiny of the Han Dynasty in the heavens have all been gathered together. Clearly, someone has deliberately laid out this plan, waiting for this moment!"

"Master, this is no coincidence! There must be a powerful figure behind this, and this is all part of a grand scheme!" Zhao Donglai said with certainty and shock. To be able to control three supreme treasures and the bloodline of the Han Dynasty at the same time was simply unbelievable.

Changcheng Shouwang turned to look at Zhao Donglai, his gaze deep and unfathomable. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke: "So, who do you think is behind this?"

After a moment of contemplation, Zhao Donglai said decisively, "First, we can rule out Ye Feng. He is sealed in the River of Time and is being eroded by the power of time. It's hard to say whether he can survive or not, so he has no chance to make any plans."

"Secondly, we can rule out Jiajing. Although he was extremely powerful, he was not even sure if Liu Bei could awaken his bloodline, let alone know the whereabouts of the Dragon Ascension Map and the fragments of the Xuzhou Cauldron. He had no way to make any plans."

"Finally..." Zhao Donglai paused, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and clenched his fists, clearly suppressing his emotions.

The Great Wall Watcher abruptly waved his sleeve, his tone tinged with impatience, urging, "Speak plainly! We've been master and disciple for a time; there's no need to beat around the bush!"

Zhao Donglai suddenly looked up, his eyes piercing like knives as he stared at the Great Wall Watchman, his tone filled with intense questioning: "Master, I suspect you are the mastermind behind this!"

"Haha!" The Great Wall Watcher threw his head back and laughed, the laughter echoing across the empty Great Wall in the cold wind, carrying a hint of vicissitude and mockery. "Me? I have that ability? Do you think I can control the Nine Tripods of Yu the Great, ascend the Dragon Map, and awaken the bloodline of the Han Dynasty?"

Zhao Donglai's gaze remained unwavering as he pressed on: "Whether you have the ability or not, I'm not sure yet, but I know you don't care about power at all! Over the years, you've allowed the surrender faction and the Holy Mother Organization to cause trouble, leading to the Ming Dynasty's iron-fisted suppression, all to extricate yourself from political affairs! Now you want to hand over the position of Speaker of the House, and to smoothly transfer power, you've deliberately released 'evidence of betrayal' to dispel doubts from all sides. All of this is so in line with your style!"

"Moreover, I suspect that you have long been colluding with the mysterious organization of the heavens, and that they are the ones who helped you set up this scheme!" Zhao Donglai's words were forceful and each sentence hit the nail on the head, instantly making the atmosphere tense.

"Even..." Zhao Donglai's voice suddenly turned low, his eyes filled with pain and anger.

The Great Wall Watcher's gaze darkened, his eyes growing increasingly meaningful, and he coldly said, "Speak! Stop beating around the bush, say everything you have to say at once!"

Zhao Donglai took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions, and said slowly and deliberately, his voice trembling, "My father's death is inextricably linked to you!"

"Oh—" The Great Wall Watcher remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic. He simply said, "Donglai, I taught you to always rely on evidence! Your father's death is a knot in your heart, but you can't pin the blame on me based on mere speculation."

Zhao Donglai instantly became agitated, his voice rising with intense grief and indignation: "I have evidence! Ye Feng told me personally that he, the traitor, and you—one of you three directly participated in the killing of my father! Ye Feng was my father's successor; he had neither the ability nor the right to kill him. The traitor and the Sentinel's power complement each other; if the Sentinel is weak, the traitor is weak, so the traitor couldn't have killed my father either. That leaves only you."

Faced with Zhao Donglai's roaring questioning, Great Wall Watch did not try to refute him, but simply looked at him quietly. After a long silence, he suddenly spoke: "Do you know what the biggest difference is between you and Ye Feng?"

Zhao Donglai was taken aback, forcibly suppressing his anger, and bowed slightly, his tone still tinged with resistance: "Please enlighten me, Speaker."

He is now the Speaker, no longer the Master.

At this moment, a rift formed between Zhao Donglai and the Great Wall Watchers.

But the Great Wall Watcher seemed completely unconcerned about the change in title. He turned and looked up at the sky, his tone tinged with a hint of melancholy: "Ye Feng never cared about right or wrong, only about profit and loss. In his eyes, there was no absolute right or wrong, only whether it aligned with the overall situation and whether it was profitable. But you, you always put right and wrong first, insisting on arguing about who's right and who's wrong. This is also your father Lin Qilin's greatest weakness!"

"Your father had lofty ideals; he wanted to protect the Great Xia and all the heavens. His goal was correct, but his methods were too rigid and inflexible, ultimately insufficient to achieve it, which led to his tragic end!"

At this point, Changcheng Shouwang's tone carried a hint of regret, yet also a touch of resolve: "Looking at Ye Feng, his stance is fickle and unpredictable. From the moment he met Duan Xiaolong, he was undergoing a test—distinguishing between friend and foe. What to do when a friend betrays you and becomes an enemy? What to do when an enemy extends an olive branch? He saw through it all long ago. In this chaotic world, there are no eternal friends, nor eternal enemies, only those bound by interests, and everything must prioritize the greater good!"

Zhao Donglai stared intently at the Great Wall Watch, his eyes filled with incomprehension and determination, his tone tinged with stubbornness: "If we disregard bottom lines and rules, pursuing only profit and results, what good is victory? Such a victory goes against our principles and the greater good; it's utterly meaningless!"

"Hahaha!" The Great Wall Watcher laughed again, the cold wind whipping his white hair, his tone full of helplessness and vicissitude. "You're too stubborn! Do you understand a principle of doing things? That is, the result can be explained by the action, but the action cannot be explained by the result."

"People who do things don't care about the means; they use every possible method. Sometimes, that's a skill in itself."

"I don't blame you. Your upbringing and experiences have destined you to be unable to understand his way of doing things."

"Or rather, you and Ye Feng aren't even of the same race, so it's normal that you're not as good as him."

Zhao Donglai was shocked, his eyes wide with astonishment. He blurted out instinctively, "Not the same race. Ye Feng, he's not human?"

"He is a human." The Great Wall Watcher spoke slowly, his tone filled with reminiscence, "But he is very ancient, older than you can imagine, far from being as young as he appears. The years he has lived through are longer than the existence of most forces in the heavens."

"I met him once when I was young, and I still remember that scene vividly." Changcheng Shouwang's eyes softened, as if he had returned to many years ago. "In the 1990s, Daxia had just experienced a catastrophe and was weak. Ye Feng and his stepmother lived in a small coal briquette room, and their lives were very difficult. I had just graduated from university, and my family was urging me to go on blind dates. I asked someone to introduce me to someone, and when I learned that his stepmother was an orphan and a widow, I arranged to meet him."

"At that time, I didn't know that his stepmother was actually a reclusive big shot with extraordinary strength." A rare blush appeared on Changcheng Shouwang's face, the shyness of a young man encountering a beauty. "As a result, on that blind date, she slapped me hard. That slap shattered my pride and also made me realize an ability that did not belong to Blue Star, laying the foundation for my later path."

"Later, I wanted to find her to repay her kindness and see her again, but as soon as I took action, I was warned by the Dragon Group and my memories were sealed. It wasn't until the eve of Star Wars in 1999, when the Crisis of the Heavens descended, that my memories were unsealed, but by then, they had already disappeared."

The Great Wall Watcher's tone was full of regret, and the longing in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Zhao Donglai's eyes lit up, filled with shock: "The Dragon Group really exists? I always thought it was just a folk legend!"

"Of course it exists. It is the most mysterious and powerful organization in the Great Xia Dynasty, specializing in handling anomalies in the heavens and protecting the peace of the Great Xia Dynasty." The Great Wall Watcher said solemnly, "Your father, Lin Qilin, was a cooperative expert of the Dragon Group back then. He was a double doctor of history and paleontology, and he solved countless ancient mysteries and made great contributions to the Great Xia Dynasty."

"Alright, that's enough for today!" Great Wall Watcher withdrew his reminiscing gaze, his expression turning cold again. He pulled a yellowed list from his pocket and tossed it to Zhao Donglai. "Take this. Inject the latest Compound V into the people on the list. Remember, do it secretly, leave no trace!"

Zhao Donglai took the list, quickly glanced at it, and frowned, full of doubt: "These are all ordinary people, including the elderly, children, and office workers. They have never been exposed to cultivation before. Will injecting Compound No. 5 be dangerous?"

The Great Wall Watcher shook his head, his eyes resolute: "Soon, they will no longer be ordinary people."

"yes!"

Despite his doubts, Zhao Donglai respectfully agreed.

Zhao Donglai carefully put away the list, bowed to the Great Wall Watchers, turned and rushed into the vast snowstorm. His figure was quickly swallowed up by the snow, leaving only a series of footprints of varying depths.

The Great Wall Watcher gazed in the direction he had departed, his eyes filled with complex emotions—expectation, worry, and a barely perceptible hint of resolve. The sky above continued to shimmer, the golden divine figure and the sword-qi dragon growing ever clearer; a storm sweeping across the heavens was approaching.