The Last Sentinel

The situation across the heavens is turbulent, and not everyone welcomes the new branch academy. The emergence of a new branch academy means that you will have to take more resources from the already limited resources. Other branches academies will inevitably try to prevent Ye Feng from establishing the Entropy Academy. All forces are secretly plotting and accumulating strength.

Frost Ancestor never stopped moving about, shuttling between various forces, large and small, to quietly negotiate and maneuver, all in order to build a solid network of top-tier connections and powerful backers for Ye Feng, paving the way for future interdimensional power struggles.

Meanwhile, the gentlemanly uncle, who had been in seclusion for a long time, officially returned to the George family with his young nephew, making a high-profile statement that he would use all the family's resources to recruit a large number of noble forces from all over the world for Ye Feng, adding a heavy boost to his hegemony.

As the storm subsided, Ye Feng did not stop. He, Godot, and Old Wright huddled together, discussing in hushed tones for a moment. After finalizing all the details, they did not delay any longer. Following the secret coordinates reserved for Mr. George, they set off for the legendary Pillar of Creation, ready to receive this custom-made dimensional world.

Everything Godot said before was true, without the slightest falsehood.

The Pillar of Creation is the absolute starting point of a universe, the core source that carries the entire multidimensional heavens, and the ultimate mother from which all things originate.

In this universe, every formed civilization, floating star, and independent plane, when traced back to its origin, is born from the primordial power of the Pillars of Creation. It is the core resource that countless top forces and supreme beings in the current multidimensional universe are frantically vying for; it is unique and irreplaceable.

The primal power of the Pillar of Creation is all-encompassing, capable of deducing and replicating all known civilizations and cosmic products, from sculpting and shaping stars and planets to customizing and forging complete planes and continents. Most incredibly, it can even condense and reshape the primal will of a world, making it a true artifact of creation.

"Customizing the origin, this is no small matter." Old Wright's eyes gleamed, brimming with extreme shock and pride. His back straightened slightly, and his tone was full of awe. "This means you can create a completely new parallel dimension with your bare hands!"

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and asked softly, "Parallel dimensions?"

Wright quickly suppressed his surging emotions and patiently explained, "Young Master Ye should remember George Breya's previous obsession. He was never satisfied with the false resurrection of a clone of the original will; he wanted a true, complete rebirth. And the only way to achieve this is to rely on a parallel dimension. Simply put, you need to create a parallel world that completely overlaps with the original world and is its reflection. This will allow you to rewind time and resurrect all the imperfections in the parallel timeline, perfectly reviving all those who died or vanished!"

Godot nodded slightly, his expression solemn, and added, "Now, entropy increases dominate the entire universe. The laws of the heavens have long been secretly altered, and conventional time reversal has become a complete taboo, utterly impossible. But the birth of parallel universes directly breaks this ironclad impossibility. Parallel universes are also bound by the law of entropy increases, but their fundamental will is artificially customized, controllable, and adjustable, and can be subjectively controlled and operated by cultivators. This is the most romantic promise of the heavens—to create a brand new world where old friends return."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng was greatly shocked. After a moment, he clicked his tongue softly, his eyes filled with amazement: "The world is indeed full of wonders! The top figures from all dimensions truly possess extraordinary vision and unparalleled abilities!"

"Young Master Ye, there's no need to be too envious." Godot smiled faintly, his tone revealing a hint of clarity. "The ceiling that an ordinary cultivator can reach in their entire life is merely customizing a complete planet."

"The price of customizing a qualified cultivation planet alone is as high as four figures in Thaipolis, which is beyond the reach of ordinary geniuses even if they exhaust their entire life's resources."

"As for customizing a complete dimension, the price skyrockets to five or six figures in Tepoli. In addition to enormous wealth, it also requires the privilege of a top power to barely qualify."

"As for the customized original will, almost no one in the world has ever seen it with their own eyes. The big shots who control parallel universes often hide their own exclusive parallel worlds and integrate them into the real world. The real and the virtual are intertwined and appear and disappear, which ordinary supernatural powers cannot detect at all."

Before the two finished speaking, their magical carriage suddenly passed through a dazzling and enchanting star gate.

The stargate shimmered with iridescent light, enveloped in mist, stripping away all the noise and laws of the outside world. In an instant, a vast and ancient cosmic aura rushed towards you.

In the deep darkness of space, three ancient colossal pillars rise from the heart of the nebula, piercing the vast sea of ​​stars; these are the Pillars of Creation.

The pillar is not solid stone, but interstellar gas and dust several light-years high, tinged with golden-red, ochre-brown and dark blue light, its edges scorched by stellar winds with ethereal, smoky wrinkles and fluff.

Countless glimmers of light flickered deep within the pillar, like newborn stars gestating in their cradles, their sparks breaking through the thick dust and mist. All around was an endless, deep blue universe, with stars scattered like shattered diamonds. The immense gravity within the pillar nurtured new life, while external radiation continuously eroded and disintegrated its walls. Birth and destruction intertwined here, magnificent yet desolate, enacting the most spectacular cycle of the universe.

Old Wright's expression grew increasingly respectful. He raised his hand and took out an ancient, yellowed star map, lightly touching the patterns with his fingertips as he softly recited the long-forgotten records: "This pillar is numbered Jiazi Shenyuan. It was first discovered in Pit No. 3 of the High Martial Battlefield, codenamed Dragon Abyss. In its early years, after fierce battles among several supreme powerhouses, this seed of the Pillar of Creation ultimately fell into the hands of the non-human faction, the East Sea. The Dragon Lord of the East Sea highly valued this supreme treasure of the Heavenly Dao, sparing no effort to expend his own pure dragon essence to nurture and cultivate it for many years, single-mindedly wanting to condense a unique parallel universe's original will, replicate the ancient dragon realm that had long been destroyed, and revive the eternal glory of the dragon race."

He changed the subject, his tone tinged with regret: "Alas, life is unpredictable, and fate is cruel. The Dragon Lord ultimately perished in the fierce dimensional war, his lifelong aspirations thwarted."

"From then on, the Dragon Abyss Pillar of Creation was completely abandoned. Countless forces across the heavens coveted this treasure of creation and secretly plotted against it. Fortunately, they were firmly blocked by the myriad forces of the heavens, led by our Pangu Academy."

"The various forces of the heavens launched several covert attacks to seize the treasures, but all failed, and they had no choice but to give up. The remaining members of the Dragon Clan also knew that without the Dragon Lord in charge, they were powerless to protect the Dragon Abyss's treasures. Fortunately, the Pangu Academy and all the myriad beings of the heavens offered their full assistance, and the two sides reached an agreement: of the three pillars of creation of the Dragon Abyss, one would belong to the top experts of the myriad beings of the heavens and the Pangu Academy, one would be opened to the outside world and commercially customized to provide a space for the remaining members of the Dragon Clan to recuperate, and the last one would be passed down as the Dragon Clan's most treasured heritage, to be protected for generations."

Wright turned to Ye Feng, his expression solemn, his tone full of emotion: "The plane we're commissioning today is a top-tier product born from the Dragon Abyss Pillar of Creation. This not only consumed a vast amount of wealth from all the heavens, but it was also an opportunity that the George family secured by exhausting all their connections and leveraging every layer of privilege!"

"Ordinary forces have no chance of touching it! Customized planes consume an extreme amount of the Dragon Abyss's original star power. The entire foundation of a single Pillar of Creation can only nurture three to five customized planes at most."

"The George family has truly shown their utmost sincerity this time!"

Godot chuckled softly upon hearing this, his eyes clear and profound: "In this chaotic world, the order of the heavens is in turmoil, and the Entropy Path ship is reshaping the order. If you want to gain a foothold and stay at the top in this chaotic world, you can hardly stand firm without pouring all your resources and connections into it. Mr. George's vision and perspective have always been accurate and shrewd."

The two chatted and laughed easily, but Ye Feng was deeply shaken, completely out of place with the relaxed atmosphere around him. His dark pupils were fixed on the Dragon Abyss Creation Pillar in the distance, his gaze unwavering, and a complex and indescribable tremor surged within him.

He gazed silently at the dragon-inhabited star belt surrounding the pillar, watching the ripples of the cosmic sea spread outwards in layers, and the throbbing in his heart grew stronger. This emotion was extremely complex, containing the intimacy of a long-awaited reunion, the extreme desire originating from his bloodline, the burning greed for the source, the joy of seeing a supreme treasure, and even a sense of destiny in the dark.

This feeling is extremely wonderful, like a dear old friend who has been lost for countless years suddenly appearing before you across eternity. When you look into each other's eyes, a myriad of emotions surge into your heart, and you are overwhelmed with feelings.

Even more strangely, this feeling of excitement grew stronger and stronger as the carriage approached Longyuan, sweeping through his body like a tidal wave, almost breaking through the shackles of his mind, and was simply impossible to suppress.

Wright keenly noticed Ye Feng's unusual behavior. Seeing his solemn expression and fluctuating breathing, he couldn't help but tentatively ask in a soft voice, "Young Master Ye, are you... are you feeling unwell?"

Ye Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions in his heart. He raised his hand and gently pulled open the soundproof barrier curtain in the center of the carriage. His voice was low and hoarse: "Don't disturb me. I need to be alone for a while and temporarily go into seclusion to recuperate."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sat alone at the back of the carriage, his fingertips flying, and golden light rippled outwards like waves, instantly enveloping the entire carriage and isolating it from all outside sounds and prying eyes. A stable, sealed barrier was formed in an instant.

Ye Feng lightly raised his fingertips and snapped his fingers casually. The crisp sound rang out, and light and shadow swirled in front of him. A small Ye Feng, with a tender face and looking about three years old, suddenly appeared out of thin air and stood steadily in the carriage.

Little Ye Feng stood with his hands on his hips, his face scrunched up, baring his teeth and full of resentment, his tone indignant: "Can't you be serious for once! The [Ancient Ones] supernatural power is your trump card, meant to summon your own timeline clones to fight alongside you when you're in dire straits and on the verge of despair, not for you to call me out to slack off, chat, or play cards when you're bored!"

Ye Feng was too lazy to waste words with him. He raised his hand and delivered a swift slap, which sent Ye Feng spinning around several times. His eyes rolled back, and he lay flat on the cold car floor, unable to recover for a long time.

"Enough with the nonsense." Ye Feng's gaze was deep as he stared intently at the small clone on the ground. He asked in a low voice, "Tell me, why does my heart fluctuate uncontrollably the closer I get to the Dragon Abyss Pillar of Creation? What is the cause of this tremor?"

Xiao Yefeng pressed his face against the car floor, looking utterly hopeless, still cursing under his breath: "Isn't that pure nonsense! You possess the bloodline of the Dragon Tamer, how could your innate instincts not be agitated when you see the Dragon Clan's primordial treasure! It's exactly the same as a primitive man seeing cooked food, yeast encountering a colony of bacteria, a hungry wolf stumbling upon a lamb, or the Xuanyuan tribe experiencing war—it's the deep code etched into your genes being activated, emotional fluctuations are perfectly normal!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat. He murmured to himself, a hint of realization flashing in his eyes: "My mother is a legitimate dragon-taming clan member, skilled in the art of controlling, raising, and training dragons. Her bloodline is naturally drawn to the dragon race. My father is from the Xuanyuan clan, born with a love of war and wielding weapons. In that case, I do indeed have a deep and destined connection with the Dragon Abyss Dragon Clan."

Xiao Yefeng struggled to his feet, dusted himself off, and stared intently at Yefeng with his small face. His tone became more serious, carrying a hint of warning and helplessness: "I'm warning you in advance, don't be secretly pleased. You are not of pure Huanlong clan bloodline, and the Dragon Abyss Dragon Clan is no longer the pure-blooded ancient dragon clan of your mother's era. When we arrive at our destination, you'd better conceal your aura and hide your bloodline anomalies. If the dragon clan of today has already abandoned their old friendships and senses the Huanlong clan bloodline in you, they will most likely regard you as their mortal enemy. Then you will inevitably be put in a difficult position! If something really happens, don't call me for help again. You're already so strong, can't you be a little more mature and stop making me cover for you!"

"Get lost, stop talking so much." Ye Feng raised his leg and lightly kicked Xiao Ye Feng's butt, looking impatient.

Xiao Yefeng snorted, his figure flashed and disappeared silently into the barrier. As soon as he vanished, the light and shadow before his eyes changed again, and a figure in a takeout uniform suddenly appeared, his demeanor lazy and casual, completely out of place in the solemn cosmic scene.

The clone, carrying an iced cola in one hand and a takeout hamburger in the other, casually smiled and said, "A timeline delivery order just got cancelled. Want something to tide you over?"

Ye Feng took the cold cola, his fingertips tracing the words "Great Ming Dynasty Immortal Wine" printed on the bottle. He raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised: "I didn't summon you, how did you suddenly appear out of nowhere?"

"It was that little brat who secretly called me." The delivery-clone figure shrugged, his tone helpless. "Don't always bully your younger self. It's pointless to waste your energy on yourself. Although you are now the strongest of all our clones, don't forget that we clones have been helping you correct the disorder in the River of Time and stabilize your high-dimensional martial arts cultivation system. We have made great contributions."

Ye Feng unscrewed the can of cola, took a sip, and the sweet, refreshing taste calmed the restlessness in his heart. He said calmly, "Alright, I understand."

"I'll be going now, I still have errands to run." The delivery-cloaked clone straightened up, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I've created a new timeline, specifically for running errands for the relatives of various big shots in the chat group, helping them live a peaceful and worry-free life."

Ye Feng's lips curled up slightly upon hearing this, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "That's an idea. From now on, we'll each have a code name to distinguish ourselves and avoid confusion. You'll be called Demon Orb Errand, I'll be called the Miserable Main Body, and that three-year-old little guy will be called Little Brat. Each of us will have our own role."

"Goodbye!"

"Let's meet again sometime!"

The clone vanished completely in a flash. Just then, Godot's gentle and cheerful voice broke the silence within the barrier, coming from outside the carriage: "Young Master Ye, we've arrived at the Dragon Abyss Chamber of Commerce. Their courteous manners and respectful hospitality are truly impressive; such a top-notch setup is enough to show Mr. Wright's extraordinary status in the multiverse business world!"