The Last Sentinel

"How could this happen!"

"How could a Foundation Establishment cultivator like him kill a Golden Core cultivator?"

"Run!"

"The Supreme Arena is fraught with danger, retreat now!"

"The powerful clans of the Holy Land have no good intentions; they're using us as cannon fodder!"

"Retreat immediately!"

A sudden icy storm swept across the entire area, with icicles flying like sharp blades, whistling through the air. Thousands of Golden Core cultivators turned pale, staggered, and were about to be swallowed by the storm and perish on the spot.

The sky roared, the sound so deafening it hurt the eardrums. The dark purple clouds were torn apart by an invisible force, revealing the deep, boundless void behind them, like the gaping maw of a giant beast, sending chills down one's spine.

A vast and ancient aura suddenly descended, devoid of any malevolence, yet it instantly froze all living beings present. Birds plummeted to the ground, the wind ceased, the clouds stood still, and even Qi Tian's breath caught in his throat. The space around him seemed to freeze completely, making it difficult to even move his fingertips.

"What's the panic! The army is approaching, the Demon-Sealing Tower will surely be destroyed!"

An aged, resonant voice descended from the sky, devoid of any emotion, yet exuding an undeniable authority that made all the cultivators present afraid to raise their heads.

"This...this is the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

"The Nascent Soul stage expert has personally intervened!"

"Shut up! That's a Nascent Soul cultivator, don't be rude!"

The cultivators who had miraculously survived all knelt down, their foreheads pressed to the ground, their bodies trembling, not daring to even breathe.

In the void, the old man in white slowly approached.

With each step he took, pale golden lotuses bloomed out of thin air beneath his feet, their petals unfurling to release pure nascent soul power. After the lotuses dissipated, the remaining power slowly soothed the raging icy storm, and even the ice shards in the air gradually melted away.

The old man's beard and hair were all white, each strand as white as snow. His plain Taoist robe was embroidered with a minimalist yin-yang symbol, the black and white patterns flowing with a faint Taoist charm. His eyes were bright and piercing, as if they could see through people's hearts.

A transparent nascent soul, hundreds of meters tall, floated behind the old man, its appearance identical to his.

As the old man formed hand seals, the nascent soul behind him simultaneously formed hand seals, with nine golden wheels circling his body. The wheels emitted a deep hum as they rotated, each containing terrifying power capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks.

The fleeing Taoist Min abruptly stopped, his eyes flashing with a mixture of elation and apprehension. He quickly bowed deeply, his waist bent low: "Junior Taoist Min pays respects to True Person Xuan Yang! This boy is Qi Tian, ​​a four-star wanted criminal. His methods are bizarre. I beg True Person to take action to suppress him and rid the people of this scourge!"

Qi Tian followed closely behind, his Aquarius Saint Cloth intertwined with golden light and ice crystals, and countless nebula chains condensed at his fingertips. The chains gleamed with a pale blue cold light, whistling as they tore through the air and rushed straight towards the Nascent Soul Ancestor!

"Arrogant!"

The hundred-meter-tall illusory figure of the Nascent Soul Ancestor behind him suddenly roared, its voice shaking the heavens. With a flick of golden light from the Nascent Soul's fingertip, a dazzling beam of light instantly condensed, crashing down with a world-destroying force.

The golden light slammed into the ice shield in front of Qi Tian, ​​shattering it instantly like broken glass, sending ice crystals flying everywhere and refracting blinding light. The beam of light continued its momentum, striking Qi Tian squarely in the chest.

Qi Tian grunted and retreated rapidly, his golden boots leaving deep furrows with each step, until he regained his footing after more than ten steps. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and the light of his Aquarius Saint Cloth dimmed slightly, yet it still firmly protected his body.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding cultivators erupted in cheers of wild joy, their voices rising and falling in waves.

"The Ancestor's actions are truly extraordinary!"

"Our ancestor is a late-stage Nascent Soul expert, and even in the carbon-based universe, he is a top-tier existence among 3.0 planetary-level universe warriors! He's just a 1.0 enhanced warrior, without even a divine body, how could he possibly contend with our ancestor!"

"If the Ancestor lacks a disciple to serve tea and water, this humble woman is willing to offer herself as his bedmate and serve him at his side!"

Hearing the constant praise around him, the Nascent Soul Ancestor was in high spirits, a smug smile curving his lips.

He raised his right hand slightly, his fingertips quickly forming a hand seal. In an instant, countless golden light blades condensed out of thin air. The light blades were as thin as cicada wings, with extremely sharp edges, and they carried a terrifying power that could tear through space. Like a galaxy falling, they crushed towards Qi Tian.

At the same time, the nascent soul behind the ancestor clasped his hands together, and nine golden wheels around his body spun rapidly. The golden wheels collided and made a clanging sound, instantly forming an impenetrable barrier that sealed off all of Qi Tian's escape routes, leaving him with no way to avoid it.

The Aquarius Cloth's light suddenly surged, and its automatic defense system activated at full power. Icy mist surged around it, transforming into countless icy dragon shadows. These dragon shadows raised their heads and roared, carrying a chilling aura, violently colliding with the incoming golden wheel-shaped blades.

The deafening roar echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

Ice shards and fragments of golden blades flew everywhere, forming a terrifying energy storm that swept across an area of ​​tens of thousands of meters.

Wherever the storm passed, rocks were shattered and vegetation withered. Nearly half of the Golden Core cultivators watching within a ten-thousand-meter radius were blasted into dust by the energy before they could react, leaving not even their souls behind.

Qi Tian and the Nascent Soul Ancestor each took a step back, and both sides carefully examined each other!

From Qi Tian's perspective, the Nascent Soul Ancestor's strength almost completely overwhelmed the Golden Core cultivator. Although most of the attacks were blocked by his Golden Holy Armor, several golden blades still pierced through the defenses and slashed his body. The blood splattered on the Holy Armor and instantly froze into ice beads by the cold air, hanging on the armor and adding a touch of ferocity and ferocity!

On the other side, the Nascent Soul Ancestor still wore a smug and arrogant expression, but his heart was already pounding.

He had intended to show off his skills in front of the younger generation and establish his authority with a fatal blow, but to his surprise, his opponent withstood his full-force attack and only suffered minor cuts.

What kind of monster is this?!

He was a Nascent Soul Ancestor; even though the will of the universe suppressed him and the laws of the universe restricted him, his peak combat power remained undiminished. Now, he couldn't even easily defeat a Foundation Establishment junior; wouldn't he be ridiculed by his fellow cultivators if word got out?

If the fight continues, he has no guarantee of victory and may even suffer an unexpected defeat.

Knowing when to stop is the best policy!

The Nascent Soul Ancestor spoke coldly, his voice echoing throughout the entire area: "Fellow Daoists, those who are injured, immediately withdraw from the Demon-Sealing Tower! I am here to suppress this, there is no need to worry!"

Upon hearing this, the Golden Core cultivators who had survived the ordeal instantly showed wild joy and flew towards the star gate above their heads, fearing that if they were even a step too late, they would perish here.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Qi Tian's eyes flashed with malice, and he suddenly leaped into the air, his figure as fast as lightning, intending to kill all the fleeing cultivators to eliminate any future troubles.

"You brat! How dare you!"

The Nascent Soul Ancestor's figure vanished, then reappeared before Qi Tian in the next instant, raising his hand to block his path. His old eyes held a feigned air of compassion: "Young man, seeing how difficult your cultivation is, why cling to killing and court death!"

Qi Tian didn't reply. Streams of data rapidly diffused from the helmet of the Aquarius Saint Cloth, countless complex mathematical formulas swirling in the air. The supercomputer was operating at full power, instantly locking onto the illusory Nascent Soul behind the Nascent Soul Ancestor and beginning its frantic analysis.

The underlying code of the Nascent Soul was disassembled and redrawn one by one. Even the ultimate moves and magic weapon system of the Nascent Soul Ancestor were quietly compromised by Qi Tian from the background, as if he had grasped the other party's lifeline.

This is the ultimate insult to a Nascent Soul cultivator. It's comparable to publicly humiliating his wife.

Even worse, Qi Tian was practically defecating on the other person's face and then expecting them to hand him paper, making the humiliation overwhelming.

"Boy!" The Nascent Soul Ancestor instantly flew into a rage, his beard and hair standing on end. "You dare to analyze me in front of me! You're courting death! Fellow Daoists, where are you? Lend me a hand and slay this beast!"

The ancestor's arms suddenly trembled, and the hundred-foot-tall nascent soul phantom behind him was instantly covered with a layer of crimson light. His aura surged, as if he had entered a state of excitement, and the golden wheel around his body became even hotter.

The next moment, dozens of Nascent Soul phantoms crashed down from within the Star Gate. The phantoms were filled with powerful auras, instantly surrounding Qi Tian completely without leaving a single gap.

Qi Tian's blue-white icy eyes slowly closed, his palms clasped together, and his aura became increasingly refined. Ripples of humanoid impact spread out from his body, and golden light converged into a magnificent palace gate a hundred meters high. The gate was engraved with mysterious patterns, shining brightly with a majestic aura.

The massive golden temple gates slowly opened, and a deep, steady voice rang out, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

"If I have seen further, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants."

The leader had an ethereal face, a golden halo enveloping him in an antique robe, and behind him, the orbits of celestial bodies intertwined and swirled, with a model of universal gravitation and calculus symbols forming a magnificent totem of mechanics, radiating the brilliance of reason—Newton!

"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, but imagination encompasses the whole world."

The phantom of the second master stepped out, his figure gently enveloped in golden light. Behind him, the spacetime distortion surface slowly unfolded, the mass-energy equation shone with brilliant light, and the phantom of the relativistic universe floated in mid-air, vast and boundless—Einstein!

"Mathematics is the language that gives precise expression to physical ideas."

The third elegant gentleman, holding a walking stick, stood tall and straight, with countless mathematical formulas and equations converging at his feet, radiating the light of wisdom—Gauss, the Prince of Mathematics!

"Life depends on diligence; without striving, what can one gain?"

His ancient-style robes were gleaming with gold, and the giant phantoms of the armillary sphere and seismograph stood majestically behind him. The astronomical and geographical totems for astronomical calculation and earthquake survey flowed with ancient charm, fully demonstrating the wisdom of the ancient sages—Zhang Heng!

"The difference between speed and slowness is not due to supernatural phenomena; it is verifiable and predictable."

Holy light surrounded him, resounding with each resounding statement. The π rune floated behind him, and the mathematical calendar totem, composed of the diagram of the method of exhaustion and the framework of the Ming Dynasty calendar, displayed rigor and ingenuity—Zu Chongzhi!

"The beauty of nature lies in the high degree of self-consistency and harmony of its underlying laws."

A golden light shone through him. He adjusted his glasses, and runes representing the nonconservation of parity equations surrounded him. A microscopic model of particle physics slowly took shape behind him, and a totem of modern high-energy physics floated around him, exuding the power of science—Yang Zhenning!

……

A group of illusory figures of great masters stood before the temple gate, their auras merging to form an overwhelming force that crushed the entire scene, facing off against dozens of illusory figures of Nascent Soul cultivators. A world-shaking battle was about to erupt.