"Get up!"
Ying Chen said indifferently to Xiang Bo.
As the 75th-generation descendant of Xiang Yu, it was remarkable that Xiang Bo had managed to preserve the seed imprint after a thousand years.
Most of the seeds Ying Chen had planted in the past had been extinguished over generations of inheritance.
This was the first time Ying Chen had encountered a situation like Xiang Bo's.
It also demonstrated how exceptional the Xiang family bloodline was, and how extraordinary Xiang Bo's talent was.
If Xiang Bo had not always been afraid of the seed imprint that appeared in his dreams, he would have long ago achieved fame and become a renowned martial arts master in the Dragon Kingdom.
In reality, Ying Chen's seed imprint would not frequently appear in your dreams if you opened your heart to accept it.
Only when you resisted it and tried to escape it would it linger like a nightmare.
This was a form of punishment in itself.
Xiang Bo had always resisted it, which was why he had been troubled by it for so many years, ruining his life.
"Are... are you really the person I saw in my dreams?"
Xiang Bo still found it hard to believe, raising his head tremblingly and asking.
In his dreams, he could only ever see a back, a back that was surrounded by corpses, exuding immense killing intent, as if a demon god had descended.
The thought of that back made Xiang Bo shudder uncontrollably, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Just the aura emanating from that back filled him with despair!
He couldn't muster even a shred of defiance in his heart!
Facing Xiang Bo's doubt, Ying Chen did not respond, but simply walked towards the S-grade archive room.
As Ying Chen was about to touch the archive materials inside, a struggle flickered in Xiang Bo's eyes before he suddenly shouted, "Stop!"
But the moment the sound left his lips, Xiang Bo froze on the spot.
Because, a powerful pressure suddenly emanated from Ying Chen!
This pressure was exactly the same as what he had seen in his dreams!
Furthermore, he involuntarily prostrated himself on the ground, assuming a posture of utter submission!
"It's you... it really is you!"
Xiang Bo trembled and murmured.
At this moment, he felt as if he had fallen back into his dream, the same back, the same pressure, the same despair!
"You actually lived for over two thousand years, you're actually still in this world..."
"So there are miracles in this world, we ordinary people just didn't have the means to access them!"
Xiang Bo spoke with great emotion.
The staff member beside him looked on blankly.
Was Xiang Bo crazy?
What nonsensical things was he babbling about?
How could someone live for two thousand years!
As for miracles, they were even more impossible.
How could there be gods in this world?
Even if Ying Chen looked like a god, he was only a likeness, not a true god.
Xiang Bo must have been unable to accept repeated failures and had lost his mind.
The staff member looked at Xiang Bo with pity, wanting to step forward and comfort him, but also fearing Ying Chen's formidable might, he dared not move.
Meanwhile, Ying Chen had obtained the archive materials he wanted.
After getting them, Ying Chen didn't even glance at the other materials before walking out of the S-grade archive room.
This scene also made Xiang Bo breathe a sigh of relief.
His greatest fear was that Ying Chen would take the archives containing the list of secret personnel, which was the foundation of the Wind Escape Bureau.
These were the archives he had been guarding all along.
Fortunately, Ying Chen had no interest in those archives and was focused on a seemingly unimportant one.
Xiang Bo struggled against the pressure emanating from Ying Chen, lifting his head slightly off the ground, trying to see what the archive in Ying Chen's hand was.
Ying Chen had gone to great lengths to come to the Wind Escape Bureau, killed several people, and caused such a commotion, all for this one archive?
Was this document truly that important?
If it was so important, why had he never known about it in his many years of guarding the archive room?
The arrangement of materials in the S-grade archive room also had a hierarchical order.
The more valuable the material, the deeper its placement.
Yet Ying Chen's document was taken from the first row of archive cabinets, indicating that although it was an S-grade archive, it was the lowest level of S-grade archive!
Had he known this, Xiang Bo would not have resisted so strenuously!
He would have respectfully retrieved it, handed it to Ying Chen, and then respectfully sent him on his way!
In fact, at this moment, Xiang Bo was not the only one with the same curiosity. The staff present, and the other personnel of the Wind Escape Bureau outside the isolation door, all shared it.
Everyone's eyes flickered with disbelief.
They found it incomprehensible that Ying Chen would go to such lengths for a mere archive.
However, Ying Chen ignored everyone's surprise and doubts, directly opened the long-sealed archive bag, extracted the document, and began to read.
These archives indeed recorded the changes in martial arts and techniques over the past hundred years.
Ying Chen first glanced at the first few pages and skipped them.
The initial pages detailed the origins of the five major sects and several ancient martial arts clans.
Ying Chen disdained to even look at sects whose foundations were less than a thousand years old.
Rustle...
Ying Chen flipped rapidly, finally stopping at a middle page.
"The golden monkey wields its thousand-pound staff, cleansing the jade firmament and sweeping away ten thousand miles of dust. After this battle, all monsters and demons are eradicated."
"What immense virtue!"
Seeing this passage, Ying Chen's brow furrowed slightly.
He didn't understand what it meant or what event it was recording.
However, as he continued reading, he discovered that during this period, the Xuanmen (Mystic Gate) suffered a severe blow. Both martial artists and cultivators fled overseas or went into hiding, never to appear before the world again.
In other words, at this time, Daoist magic had declined to its extreme, and spiritual energy had been depleted to zero!
All divine abilities were rendered useless!
The archive also recorded the opinions of two experts on this matter. The first expert believed this was a characteristic of Earth's complete transition to a brand new era. The second expert believed that all things have their limits; when good reaches its limit, it turns bad, and when bad reaches its limit, it turns good, and spiritual energy would inevitably revive.
The two experts argued fiercely, neither able to convince the other.
Thus, the Wind Escape Bureau could only record both their opinions.
For the next thirty years, it seemed as if the world was indeed evolving according to the first expert's theory, entering a new era dominated by technology.
During this period, the second expert unfortunately passed away.
Even on his deathbed, the second expert did not abandon his viewpoint, parting his lips slightly to utter four words.
"When extremes meet, they transform."
It was thought that with the second expert's death, this debate would end.
But unexpectedly, in the year following the second expert's death, a strange event suddenly occurred, causing everyone's faces to change drastically!
After the Wind Escape Bureau sent people to investigate, they immediately retrieved the documents recording the second expert's views and ultimately reached a conclusion.
Spiritual energy seemed to be showing signs of revival!