The Last Sentinel

"Sorry I'm late!"

Before the words were even finished, a dazzling golden light suddenly pierced through the chaotic void. The Gemini Gold Cloth, carrying a fierce, air-piercing momentum, rushed in. The moment the golden boots landed heavily on the ground, they splashed up fine light fragments. Hua Sang landed steadily, and the moment she entered the arena, she became the focus of the entire audience.

"Finally here!"

Afei and Ayu spoke almost simultaneously, their voices filled with anxiety and urgency, their tones trembling: "My older brother can't hold on much longer! Hua Sang, please think of something!"

Eighty Brother's brows were furrowed, his anxiety almost overflowing. He stared intently at Hua Xiaobai, his voice filled with barely concealed panic: "What exactly is going on? The Origin Will hasn't made a move at all. Where are the reinforcements we promised?"

Hua Xiaobai sighed softly, a heavy look on her face, and explained the whole story in a few words. The moment she finished speaking, the entire room fell into a deathly silence, followed by a burst of incredulous astonishment.

The Human Alliance actually betrayed them?

The chairman of the Human Alliance, that leader, has once again betrayed the alliance and joined the enemy camp.

Is the position of Speaker truly cursed? Why does everyone who sits in this position ultimately choose to betray the Human Alliance?

Afei clenched his fists, his voice strained: "Then... what about my older brother? Is he just going to hang on the ancient bronze tree like this, waiting to exhaust his strength and fall?"

Ayu's face was also full of worry, his brows furrowed in a knot: "Everyone, think of a way quickly! The Bronze Tree has only just broken through a corner of the fourth wall, and those guys from all the universes are rushing to repair it like madmen. At this rate, even if my elder brother gives it his all and dies on the ancient tree, he still won't be able to create a passage to all the universes!"

Hua Xiaobai raised his hand in a gesture of calm, indicating that everyone should remain patient. His tone was steady and confident: "Please don't rush, everyone. Just wait a little longer, and His Highness the Red King will arrive with reinforcements soon!"

"Red King? Is that dead dog reliable?" someone couldn't help but mutter, his tone full of doubt.

"To be honest, I haven't seen this wretched dog in a long time. Thinking about it now, I actually miss it a little," another person chimed in, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Hopefully, the Red King won't mess things up at this crucial moment. After all, he's a 3.0 universe-level being; he can't afford to fail at this critical juncture, can he?" The crowd whispered among themselves, their voices filled with apprehension and anticipation.

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, an extremely arrogant and deafening bark suddenly echoed from the void, making everyone's eardrums ache and causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly!

"Woof—!"

"Are you seven tired of living? How dare you talk about me behind my back!" The Red King's voice was full of hostility, yet also tinged with arrogance.

"If it weren't for the special circumstances today, I would have castrated all seven of you, to show you my power!"

Everyone instinctively looked up and saw the chaotic stars and void mist above their heads rapidly dissipating, and a magnificent and ancient command platform slowly emerged from the void, standing steadily in front of them!

This command platform is built of thick bluestone, its surface covered with traces of the erosion of time. The mottled marks of knife cuts and arrow chiseling are densely packed, each one revealing the tragedy of the past. The cracks are also embedded with dried dark red bloodstains, as if silently telling the story of the past battles.

On either side of the high platform, rusted spears and halberds stood in neat rows, their blades long since broken and incomplete, broken arrows scattered below the steps, exuding a sense of desolation and solemnity. In the center of the platform, a large Han Dynasty banner with a black background and red patterns hung low, its cloth tattered and faded, its edges torn and jagged by the wind. As the wind swept through, the banner fluttered and rustled. The platform's edges bore the marks of scorching heat, the stone steps worn and uneven; every detail was etched with the scars of war, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

At the highest point of the command platform stood a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

The figure was dressed in a sharp, silver-white military uniform, the fabric shimmering with a delicate, cool pearlescent sheen, which was particularly dazzling in the dim light.

The shoulders are crisp and neat, the small lapel is meticulously tailored, and a row of miniature patterned metal buttons adorns the chest, making it both exquisite and sophisticated; the cuffs are narrowed to fit the slender forearms perfectly, and the hem of the dress covers the knees of the back legs just right, making the overall look both neat and dignified.

A clear navy blue sash draped diagonally across her right shoulder to her left waist, its smooth satin fabric contrasting sharply with the silver-white dress, making it particularly eye-catching; a small matte silver badge hung at the end of the sash, swaying gently with her movements, adding a touch of liveliness.

The little guy stood tall and proud, taking neat little steps. His bright red fur contrasted sharply with his silver-white suit, making him appear even more dazzling. The navy blue sash was eye-catching!

Everyone recognized at a glance that the silver-white military uniform worn by Ye Feng for awarding ranks was clearly his!

But at this moment, the dress was being worn by a dog, a bizarre and comical scene that left everyone speechless and twitching at the corners of their mouths.

If it were anyone else, given the personalities of the seven of them, they would have already taught the other party a lesson. But the one in front of them was the Red King—even if Ye Feng himself were standing here, this damned dog would still dare to brazenly wear his clothes and wander around, and no one could do anything about it.

Standing atop the high command platform, the Red King gazed up at the pale, sword-like dragon overhead—the King of Hanzhong. His tone was arrogant yet resolute: "Old Liu, don't panic. I've brought you four words personally typed by Ye Feng, who traversed the river of time! This is the original; today, I'll show you the real thing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Red King suddenly raised his claws, ripped up the huge blood-red Han flag in front of him, and waved it forcefully!

The blood-red battle flag roared and billowed, carrying a magnificent momentum, rolling out layer upon layer of crimson rainbows, which eventually transformed into a vast and boundless fiery sky.

In the sky, a figure twisted and swayed, his form constantly changing, yet everyone present recognized him at a glance.

Upon seeing this, everyone bowed and kowtowed, their voices filled with respect and awe: "Hua Xiaobai greets the boss!" "Ayu greets the boss!" "Afei greets the boss!" "Aman greets the boss..."

Amidst the fiery sky, Ye Feng's figure gradually became clear. His long, silvery-white hair flew wildly in the chaotic air currents. He stood quietly with his hands behind his back in an ancient ruin, in front of him stood a bronze ancient tree that was exactly the same as the one in front of everyone.

Ye Feng seemed oblivious to the crowd below, his gaze fixed straight ahead, his eyes filled with peace and sincerity. His voice drifted over, piercing through the fiery sky and clearly reaching everyone's ears: "The flower of idealism will eventually bloom in the soil of romanticism."

"Our strength will not disappear in the hatred of generations, nor will it be buried by the dust of time."

"We will eventually break through the fourth wall, whether we go to it willingly or be forced to."

"We will eventually return to the heavens."

"This is the fate of the ancient race, and also the fate of the Great Xia."

"We are going to a distant land to fight a fateful war!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng's figure began to twist and shrink, eventually transforming into the appearance of a three-year-old child. His voice was innocent and naive, yet it carried a power that struck straight to the heart: "Never underestimate yourself, always worship yourself!"

"I admire that version of myself who, even when fallen and covered in wounds, would get back up!"

"I admire that version of myself who persevered silently, never giving up even when no one paid attention!"

"I admire that ordinary, unremarkable version of myself, who always strives with all her might and faces the sun with unwavering determination!"

"Your confidence has never come from the protection of your ancestors, nor from racial favoritism."

"It comes from inner self-acceptance and relentless self-affirmation!"

"Cultivation is a game for the brave; only by daring to venture and fight can one break free from the cocoon and transform into a butterfly!"

"Go forth boldly!"

"If there's a road, then set off!"

"I love you, old man!"

"There were people like this before us!"

Within the burning sky, Ye Feng's adult silhouette and child silhouette appeared simultaneously, one tall and one short, one composed and one childlike, forming a stark contrast. The adult Ye Feng bent slightly, raising his large left hand; the child Ye Feng stood on tiptoe, extending his tiny right hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp clapping sound resounded through the void. The moment Ye Feng and Xiao Ye Feng's palms pressed tightly together, the vast river of time suddenly shattered, and glass-like fragments scattered and flew in all directions, causing the chaotic air currents to churn violently wherever they passed.

The burning sky suddenly exploded open, and four magnificent characters, carrying the power of the river of time, broke through layers of obstacles like a divine dragon emerging from the sea, scorching the void and clearly appearing before everyone—【There were ancients before us】!

The moment the four large characters "[Before us came the ancients]" appeared, a mysterious golden force field enveloped the surroundings. Everyone present involuntarily closed their eyes, concentrated their minds, and their aura slowly circulated, directly entering a state of seclusion and enlightenment.

The Red King raised its paw, wiping away imaginary cold sweat from its forehead, muttering to itself with a tone full of amazement and envy: "The boss really went all out this time, actually crossing the river of time to pass on the Dharma to the human race! This strength is just too damn monstrous, what kind of realm is this?"

"But how come the one who received this four-word secret technique was that fake man!"

"That fake guy seems to have a closer relationship with the boss than I do! It's enough to make a dog jealous!"

"What a pity, what a pity! I'm not human, I can't possibly learn the true meaning of 'those who came before us'!"

"If I could learn this and awaken the king's former self, tsk tsk, then not only Ye Feng, but even the strongest beings from all the heavens and myriad realms would have to be my dogs..."

The more Red King spoke, the more smug he became, his tail wagging gently. He was no longer arrogant as before, only filled with fantasies.