The Last Sentinel

"Get rid of all this clutter!"

"It's useless!"

"Wright, get out of the way!"

The young Frost Ancestor's clear voice, carrying a hint of nonchalant coldness, echoed within the towering pavilion adorned with carved star patterns.

The light curtains floating in the hall and the illusory images of the restrictions that bound the souls crumbled one by one like shattered ice.

The young man raised his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly: "I'll talk to this young man."

Visa officer Old Wright bowed slightly, his usual arrogance vanished, and he respectfully retreated to the side of the hall, his back ramrod straight.

The heavy black wood gate slowly closed, and the accompanying steward bowed and retreated silently, leaving only three people in the hall. The air was so quiet that the faint hum of the star crystal floor tiles could be heard.

With a flick of his sleeve, Frost Ancestor released a pale white mist from his fingertips. The chessboard-like restrictions that had been wrapped around Ye Feng, like melting frost, vanished one after another without a trace.

With a muffled groan, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes.

The dizziness from being restricted and sealed for so long still lingered in his mind. He shook his head and glanced around.

The first thing you see is a towering dome with obscure and ancient runes flowing around it. Turning your head, you see Wright, who was just arrogant a moment ago, now standing there with his hands at his sides, his posture as humble as a steward.

Ye Feng's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart suddenly tightened.

Good guy.

The one who truly holds power is this white-haired boy in front of us.

He quickly composed himself, bowed respectfully, and said, "Ye Feng, the carbon-based lad, greets senior."

"No need to be so formal."

Frost Ancestor slowly took his seat in the main position, his robes brushing against the jade chair. With a light tap of his fingertip, ripples spread through the void, and a phantom slowly solidified, transforming into an old Taoist priest dressed in a gray-white Taoist robe, exuding an air of otherworldly grace.

Do you know him?

Ye Feng's eyes lit up as he looked at the familiar face, and he blurted out, "Of course, the Bodhi Patriarch in Journey to the West is the Monkey King's mentor."

Frost Ancestor nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the illusory figure, his tone carrying a hint of reminiscence: "He is my senior brother. His true form is a Bodhi tree, while mine is a Frost Apricot tree. Within Pangu Academy, everyone calls me Frost Ancestor."

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat, and his fingertips clenched almost imperceptibly.

A tremendous wave of emotion surged within me.

What? Bodhi Patriarch's junior brother?

The most mysterious and unpredictable Patriarch Bodhi in Journey to the West actually has a junior brother?

If Sun Wukong met this person, wouldn't he have to respectfully call him "Grandmaster Uncle"?

Is it true or false?

Could it be that they're making up a story to trick me?

His thoughts raced, and he looked up at the Frost Ancestor before him. The unfathomable aura and the majesty of ruling a holy land made him immediately overturn his guess.

A being of that level wouldn't need to lie.

For them, lying is tantamount to making a fool of themselves in public, and they gain absolutely no benefit from it.

Frost Ancestor's sharp eyes immediately saw through the doubts swirling in his mind, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "In that case, I have formed some karmic ties with the One Universe you inhabit, so I can be considered half one of our own, right?"

Ye Feng suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind and said respectfully, "What Ancestor Shuang said is absolutely right."

"Since we're practically one of our own, I won't beat around the bush." ​​Frost Ancestor leaned forward slightly, his silver hair falling over his shoulders. "I've read through all your memories. In your memories, your universe was created by Pangu, who then transformed his body into the flesh and blood of all things, nourishing the civilization of the entire world."

Ye Feng nodded solemnly: "Yes."

Shuangzu rested his chin on one hand, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest of his chair, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "I am in charge of the sacred ground of the Pangu Academy's Historical Records and Archives Branch. I know all the records of the academy from ancient times to the present. But after searching through all the records, I cannot find this Pangu in your memory."

Ye Feng frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and tentatively asked, "Sir, is it possible that it's just a case of the same name?"

"No." Frost Ancestor gently waved his hand, his tone resolute. "I have seen the remaining memory imprints of his battle against three thousand Chaos Demons. Although it doesn't reach the level of higher-dimensional life, it is the most authentic battle replay that your universe's beings could preserve, a battle scene belonging to the Pangu level. In other words, the Pangu in your memory is indeed the real Pangu, not just a coincidence of names. But the strange thing is that there is not a single record of him in the history books of Pangu Academy."

Ye Feng's eyes darted around, and he asked thoughtfully, "From what you two are saying, Pangu isn't a person, but rather a title?"

Old Wright, standing to the side, stepped forward, his expression serious, and continued, "That's right! Moreover, it's a title exclusive to the only supreme powerhouse; only one Pangu can be born in an era. This is an ironclad rule engraved in the academy's fundamental rules. Only when the previous generation of Pangu falls will a new Pangu appear. Every Pangu leaves behind complete and detailed records. But this one from your hometown seems to have appeared out of nowhere, a wild Pangu; it's truly inconceivable."

Ye Feng pondered for a moment, then asked, "Could there be an error in the academy's historical records?"

"Absolutely impossible." Frost Ancestor shook his head directly, his eyes displaying the confidence of someone in charge of archives. "The historical record review system is extremely strict. It must be confirmed by the new Pangu himself before the record will be valid. There will be no omissions."

Ye Feng spread his hands and calmly stated his conjecture: "Then there's only one possibility left. This Pangu was born before the establishment of Pangu Academy. Since the academy didn't exist yet, there would naturally be no records of him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire pavilion fell into a deathly silence.

This reasoning is simple, logical, and reasonable.

It wasn't that Frost Ancestor and Wright lacked intelligence to think of this; it was just that their thinking had long been confined by their preconceived notions, and they had never considered this direction before.

Pangu Academy, what a supreme and colossal entity!

Is there a history in the world that predates the birth of Pangu Academy?

This is completely contrary to common sense.

Old Wright frowned deeply, took a step forward, and said incredulously, "Kid, you mean the history of your primary universe is older than that of our Pangu Academy?"

"I didn't make that assertion." Ye Feng waved his hand, his expression calm. "I was merely offering a possible explanation for why my hometown, Pangu, is not found in your records."

Wright wanted to continue asking questions and refuting, but Frost Ancestor raised his hand and interrupted him.

"Pangu Academy rose to prominence during the chaotic Dark Ages." The Frost Ancestor's voice slowly echoed, his eyes flashing with ancient, blood-red scenes. "The celestial demons and saints roamed freely, and supreme beings carved out their own territories. Leaving aside the distant past, there were Nuwa, Fuxi, Cangjie, Chiyou, Xuanyuan, the three-legged golden crow, and the three races of dragon, phoenix, and qilin, all waging war against each other in this chaotic world. Afterwards, powerful human figures emerged one after another: Suiren, Youxiong, Huanlong…"

Upon hearing this string of familiar names, Ye Feng couldn't help but chuckle softly.

This soft laugh instantly broke the solemn atmosphere.

Old Wright frowned, his eyes filled with confusion and anger: "Kid, what are you laughing at!"

Ye Feng suppressed his smile, raised his eyes to look at Frost Ancestor in the main seat, and said with certainty, "Senior, there is no need to say more. The Pangu of my hometown did indeed live before the birth of Pangu Academy."

Shuangzu raised an eyebrow, a hint of suspicion in her voice: "Why are you so sure?"

"To be honest," Ye Feng straightened his back, his gaze frank, "I am a descendant of the Xuanyuan Clan and the Huanlong Clan."

Old Wright's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward, looking Ye Feng up and down: "I have reviewed your memories. You are now separated from that era of mythical turmoil by an immeasurable distance..."

"But you haven't seen the path I came from," Ye Feng interrupted him, a distant, weathered look in his eyes. "You certainly haven't glimpsed the past of my stepfather and stepmother. My era in this world is far removed from mythology, yet I am an anomaly; I have survived from the age of mythology to the present. My biological father was Xuanyuan Feng, a fierce general under the Yellow Emperor, and my biological mother was a holy maiden of the Dragon-Hunting Clan!"

boom.

These words were like an invisible thunderclap, exploding in the hall.

Old Wright stood frozen in place, his mouth slightly agape, his face filled with astonishment.

Even the usually calm and composed young face of the Frost Ancestor, who was high above, froze completely.

A tremendous shock was simultaneously felt by both of them.

They thought he was just a junior with shallow cultivation who was worth befriending, but they never expected that the person in front of them was actually an old monster who survived the ancient dark turmoil, and whose seniority was even higher than their ancestors.

Overwhelmed by the stark contrast, Frost Ancestor involuntarily stood up, her white hair falling loose. Looking down at Ye Feng from her elevated position, her eyes were filled with disbelief, and her tone carried a hint of hesitation: "You mean, you were born during that dark and turbulent era?"

Ye Feng nodded slightly, his expression calm: "If what you said is true, senior, the chaos and turmoil that occurred when Fuxi and Cangjie and all the races fought each other was the dark era, then I was born in that era."

Old Wright raised his hand to stroke his chin, his expression complex, and murmured, "So, you yourself are an ancient relic that has survived from the Dark Ages to the present?"

"Well," Ye Feng shrugged, a helpless smile on his face, "I don't consider myself an old fogey. I feel like I'm still quite young."

These words were spoken.

Frost Ancestor and Wright, who were just moments before still deeply shocked, couldn't hold back anymore. Their lips twitched violently, and they rolled their eyes at Ye Feng in unison.

You have such a thick skin!

You're older than both of us combined, yet you dare to call yourself young?

What are we then? Babies in swaddling clothes?

The atmosphere inside the hall instantly became strange and comical.

If everything Ye Feng said is true, then according to seniority, Shuang Zu should call him "elder brother" or even "uncle".

Ye Feng should have been seated in the main seat, with the other two standing below him.

Having lived for countless years and long been accustomed to being addressed as "senior" by others, the two felt extremely awkward and found it hard to accept.

Ye Feng, observing their expressions, naturally saw through their inner turmoil. He immediately waved his hand and spoke cheerfully, defusing the awkwardness: "Actually, I've always believed that age and seniority are meaningless; cultivation level and personal abilities are what truly matter. In my hometown, the strong are revered, and strength is paramount. Since your strength far surpasses mine, you should still address me as 'senior.'"

Old Wright turned to look at Frost Ancestor, awaiting his decision.

Frost Ancestor slowly stepped down from the jade throne, his expression returning to its usual calm and serene state, deliberately brushing aside the pressure brought by seniority: "What seniors and juniors, these are all empty formalities. You and I are both fellow Daoists, there is no need to be bound by status."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wright quickly chimed in with a laugh, "Enough with the small talk, let's get down to business!"

Ye Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes. This old man had been rambling on for so long, and still hadn't gotten to the point!

Before, they were just chatting casually, and he wanted to treat me like a grandson.

As a result, he didn't recognize his grandson, but he recognized an ancestor on the spot!