The Last Sentinel

"It doesn't matter if you rot in the mud when you're not playing."

"When it's time for you to step in, you must shine!"

The will of countless gods descended, and three 3.0 planetary-level cosmic warriors, the ancient Martial Saint Guan Yu, the ancient Evil Dian Wei, and the ancient Tiger Fool Xu Chu, led the charge. The remaining 90% were 2.0 satellite-level warriors, and the rest were all 1.0 peak demigod warriors!

Such a lineup and such quality would be terrifying even in the myriad realms of the universe.

Although there are numerous universes and a large population in the myriad worlds, the quality and proportion of geniuses are vastly different compared to the carbon-based universe.

A carbon-based universe can do that. We can pull eight hundred chosen ones to fill the gaps, to be cannon fodder. They die, so be it! We can afford to die! Once they're all gone, we'll keep pulling! It's just that the quality of these chosen ones is a little lower, but they're still all chosen ones!

In all the realms, the chosen one is the cornerstone of a sect. The sect leader and elders can die at will, but if the chosen one dies, it means that the sect's cornerstone has been lost. At that time, the sect will face a desperate situation of not having enough successors and not long for survival.

Then some stubborn mules will question whether the combat strength is not high!

Adasi, combat strength is something that needs to be divided into different regions.

Using game logic, combat power is determined by the server.

If it were a mature and old server in the myriad worlds, which had been running for billions of years, the 3.0 and 2.0 cosmic warriors might really be no match for them. There, it's true that 3.0 is worse than a dog, 4.0 is everywhere, 5.0 is a gatekeeper, and 6.0 is a warm bed warmer.

What is the carbon-based universe? It's the only test server, with a version update speed that's terrifyingly fast, and an insane level of competition in the Supreme Arena that's astonishing. It has eliminated dozens of human species in 40,000 years, completed the ultimate life super evolution in 30,000 years, and in its 10,000-year heritage, it has a major dynasty and a major version every 300 years, and a super chaotic format every 300 years!

In such an environment, with such a crazy rate of iteration, being able to maintain this level of combat power is already top-tier and incredibly impressive!

For servers like this to be accessible from outside, they must first update their equipment, cultivation techniques, and mental cultivation methods to be upgraded to the test server version!

The fact that they need to iterate to the latest version of the test server means that many of their familiar power laws and magic weapon systems will be completely eliminated.

For example, immortal techniques and magical artifacts are used in the test server because it is the end of the Dharma era and spiritual energy is depleted. What works fine outside will only consume your own spiritual energy in the test server, becoming a limited edition. After three to five uses, it will become useless and you will have to go back to the old server to buy pearls to replenish its durability and spiritual energy.

This is why everyone in the myriad realms knows that the test server needs to be suppressed, but no one actually dares to come.

Weakening yourself, you might just be wiped out when you arrive. The place is full of monsters, and everyone's using cheats like crazy. Any genius with a sound mind wouldn't come to the test server to farm.

In comparison, their approach of coming to the test server and stealing monster talents from the test server for their own sect is undoubtedly a highly cost-effective strategy.

And so time travelers appeared.

However, this kind of gameplay also carries risks.

If the time travelers discover that everyone outside is a pushover, the test server's "Scroll Kings" will start thinking about invading.

To dispel such ideas, the Sentinel profession was created.

But as the prophecy of Okarachne, the god of all machines, suggests, when you prevent something from happening, it has already happened in some way.

When you set up sentinel posts to prevent time traveler intrusion, the time traveler intrusion has already occurred because the sentinel has betrayed his profession.

But the myriad realms aren't fools. Since an invasion is inevitable, they'll patch it up.

The first, second, third, and fourth walls were built.

In the center of the void stands an ancient bronze tree, its vigorous trunk stretching across the sea of ​​stars. Its bronze surface is engraved with star trail patterns, and its gnarled branches extend into the boundless deep space. Thousands of stars hang between the branches, nebulae entwine the branches, and shooting stars flow along the trunk.

Streaks of light and golden shadows, like sprites among the branches of the bronze giant tree, leaped and hopped to the top of the ancient bronze tree.

At the top, a vast, chaotic celestial river flows through, with countless stars disappearing and fading within it. Meteors streak across the river, and the remnants of the Pillar of Creation are faintly visible.

"What is this?!"

The speaker was a hundred meters tall, with phoenix eyes that exuded a powerful aura, a long beard that reached his chest, and a Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand. He was none other than the ancient Martial Saint Guan Yu, A Yu!

Above their heads, a ten-thousand-meter-long sword-qi dragon floated gracefully, its voice booming: "The Four Great Treasure Lands, also the first of the Four Great Walls, the River of Reverse Entropy!"

"The legendary four treasure lands? Seeing is believing! They're magnificent!"

The speaker rode an incomparably handsome white horse. He wore an elaborate prime minister's crown, his heterochromatic eyes concealing his cunning and ambition. His expression was arrogant and languid, his brows deep and unfathomable, revealing his ambition to conquer the world. He was surrounded by the aura of countless dead souls, possessing both the cunning of a tyrant and the divine might of a hegemon—it was none other than the God Cao Cao!

"My lord, E'lai is catching up!"

"My lord, Xu Chu has arrived!"

Before Cao Cao could even put on airs, two towering mountains roared from behind, forcing him to hastily spur his horse to dodge them.

Two war god figures, each a hundred meters tall, descended. The former was burly, his upper body bare, muscles bulging, covered in bloodstains, eyes blazing with fury, beard and hair wildly flowing. He had lost his twin halberds and had captured enemy soldiers to use as weapons. He was surrounded by flames of battle, and the phantom of the evil Dian Wei could be seen behind him. His chilling will to die stretched across the camp gate, a divine Dian Wei willing to sacrifice his crippled body to shield his lord from a thousand armies!

The latter, with his tiger-like eyes wide open, unruly beard, and bare upper body, possessed a muscular physique like a ferocious beast. Chains bound his limbs, yet could not conceal his overwhelming fighting spirit. A chilling aura emanated from him, and phantom images of bears and tigers accompanied him. Fearless of death, brimming with fierce courage, and with unwavering loyalty to Cao Cao, he was the Tiger God, Xu Chu, standing guard on the battlefield!

The two collided, and the huge shockwave caused the bronze tree to tremble violently. Many of the brothers on the tree were shaken off before they could even stand up!

"Damn you, Dian Wei! Can't you be a little more careful?!"

"What 'Tiger Warriors'? They're clearly 'Tiger Coins and Bears'!"

"Can't you 3.0 versions at least consider how we 1.0 versions feel?!"

Dian Wei snorted, "If you're too weak, just go back to your hometown and stay there all day!"

Cao Cao said irritably, "Shut up, you two idiots! Old Liu, what's the matter?"

The sword-wielding dragon turned its head, its chilling light flashing: "To cross the river, a bridge is naturally needed!"

Cao Cao asked, "A bridge? How do we build one?"

A burst of golden light erupted, and a colossal swan spread its wings and alighted on a branch. The immortal Kongming, draped in a golden-white holy light cloak, lightly waved his feather fan, his voice serene: "Why not borrow a bridge from heaven and earth? The Book of Changes says, 'When heaven and earth were separated, Qian and Kun were established. Taiji gives rise to Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang give rise to the Four Symbols, and the Eight Trigrams are spread throughout the heavens. He who controls the hexagrams can move stars and change constellations, reshaping the order of the universe.'"

A handsome man in a crimson phoenix robe calmly continued from the side: "Be diligent day and night, vigilant and cautious. The path of cultivation never stops. Even if you reach the pinnacle of immortality, you must always be vigilant and fearful."

The sword immortal, carrying a long sword and with an indifferent expression, then recited: "Heaven and earth were separated, and the universe was established. Taiji gave rise to Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang gave rise to the Four Symbols, and the Eight Trigrams spread throughout the heavens. Those who control the trigrams can move stars and change constellations, reshaping the order of the universe."

The plain-looking, ugly strategist laughed loudly: "The interplay of Yin and Yang is the Dao. Heaven and Earth revolve in cycles, and all things arise from this. When things reach an extreme, they change; when they change, they become fluid; when they become fluid, they endure. The Dao of Heaven operates impermanently; only those who dare to innovate can survive in this world."

Hundreds of top strategists roared to the heavens in unison, their voices echoing through the galaxy: "The heavens move ceaselessly, the earth sustains all things; yin and yang give birth to each other, change is everlasting! Hidden dragons lurk in the abyss, soaring dragons reach the heavens; fullness inevitably leads to decline, things reach their extremes and then reverse! Where is the east wind? Quickly, aid us!"

As a whooshing sound rang out, ripples spread outward from the surface of the Reverse Entropy River, and an endless golden bridge slowly condensed from the void.

A divine bridge spanning the chaotic Milky Way, called the East Wind Bridge, appeared out of nowhere.