166: A historic final chapter!

Wang Dalong had completely lost it.

He was squirming like a maggot in the soft sofa, giggling "hehehe" while frantically refreshing the follower count on his phone, which had already turned into a garbled mess of characters.

"Brother Feng! Are we buying an island or a manor now? Nine figures! I can't even count the zeros at the end anymore!"

Lin Feng turned a deaf ear to him.

In his world, there were only the three military-grade monitors pieced together in front of him, glowing with a faint blue light.

Massive amounts of 4K footage were being cut, spliced, and color-graded under his fingertips.

He discarded all modern, fast-paced editing techniques, using a heavy and slow documentary-like rhythm to construct a phantom from two thousand years ago.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Wanqing's voice came from behind him.

She had entered the temporary studio again at some unknown point, holding two cups of hot coffee in her hands.

Lin Feng didn't look back; he simply pointed at the screen.

"Giving it an ending."

The video began with a chaotic darkness.

An old, hoarse voice-over with a metallic quality rang out; it was Lin Feng's voice processed through software, sounding as if it came from the depths of an ancient tomb.

"I was born in fire, the Jade of He Clan."

The screen lit up, no longer showing Lin Feng's exploration perspective, but a piece of raw jade. Under the craftsman's chisel, it was carved into shape bit by bit. Finally, Li Si personally carved those eight seal script characters—'Having received the Mandate of Heaven, may he lead a long and prosperous life.'

The camera panned.

It witnessed the downfall of Qin Er Shi and saw Liu Bang holding it while ascending the throne amidst the kneeling of ten thousand people. It saw the great strategic vision of Emperor Wu of Han and the hypocritical face of Wang Mang when he usurped the Han Dynasty.

A corner of it was chipped off in the flames of war, later inlaid with gold, leaving an eternal scar.

It saw the bloodshed of the Uprising of the Five Barbarians, the golden ages of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the prosperity and humiliation of the Song Dynasty... Using the first-person 'I,' the video condensed two thousand years of this imperial seal's wandering and its witness to the rise and fall of dynasties into a short twenty minutes.

Every frame was a scene Lin Feng had envisioned based on historical records, using AI painting combined with film and television footage. It wasn't rigorous research, but it carried a breathtaking sense of epic scale and destiny.

The end of the video.

The scene cut back to the secret chamber in the Kunlun Mountains.

When Lin Feng and Wang Dalong pushed open the stone door, light illuminated that golden box.

The old voice of 'I' from before rang out once more, but this time, it carried a hint of relief and exhaustion spanning seven hundred years.

"I have been waiting here for six hundred and eighty-four years."

In the footage, Lin Feng's hand brushed away the dust and picked up the imperial seal.

Wang Dalong's line, "I respectfully request Brother Feng to ascend the throne," and Lin Feng's look of utter exasperation were kept in their entirety.

But immediately following that, Lin Feng's powerful words, "It has only one destination: the National Museum of China," were displayed in bold red font right in the center of the screen!

The video ended with a line of white text on a black background.

[In the name of Huaxia, welcome the national treasure home.]

Jiang Wanqing stared blankly at the screen, speechless for a long time.

She finally understood why this young man could create miracles. He wasn't looking at history; he was looking at the pulse of civilization.

When Wang Dalong, with trembling hands, uploaded the video titled "One Person's Two Thousand Years."

The global internet experienced a second tsunami even more terrifying than yesterday's.

If discovering the imperial seal was "shocking."

Then this video was "empathetic."

Countless netizens left long paragraphs in the comments section, saying they cried while watching it. It wasn't sadness, but an indescribable sense of historical weight that made it hard to breathe.

[Other uploaders do archaeology, but Great Emperor Lin is straight-up summoning spirits!]

[Holy crap! Those cold names in history books were actually such vivid individuals in the eyes of the imperial seal...]

[After watching this video, I feel like I've contracted a disease called "Historical PTSD." My head is full of dynastic changes, and now everything I see feels like fleeting clouds.]

[Others ascend the throne for themselves, but Great Emperor Lin ascends to hand over the dragon throne to the country! Vision! This is true vision!]

The third day after the video was released.

The hype surrounding the Kunlun Mountains had yet to fade, but Lin Feng and Wang Dalong were already aboard a military transport plane heading back to Quanzhou.

Having politely declined the victory banquet arranged by Zhou Zhenguo and all media interviews, Lin Feng only wanted to escape.

Escape from the title "Great Emperor Lin" that made his toes curl in embarrassment, and escape from those fanatical gazes.

The plane landed at a military airport on the outskirts of Quanzhou.

A black off-road vehicle had already been waiting for a long time.

"Brother Feng, are you really not going to attend the handover ceremony at the National Museum of China? That's a global live broadcast! If you just show your face, our advertising fees could double again!" In the car, Wang Dalong was still making a final effort.

"You go," Lin Feng said indifferently, leaning against the window and looking at the familiar street scenes outside.

Wang Dalong choked on his words and instantly deflated.

Send him alone? That wasn't being a social butterfly; that was being a social terrorist who would offer a cigarette even to the Ox-Head and Horse-Face guardians of the underworld.

The car drove straight toward a mountain range on the far outskirts of Quanzhou.

There, a manor blending classical garden and modern architectural styles had already begun to take shape.

It was the exact spot where a Southern Song Dynasty stone tablet had been unearthed halfway through construction.

Because of that incident, the project had stalled for a while, but now work had finally resumed.

Lin Feng had only one purpose for coming here.

He wanted to see what the mysterious reward mentioned by the system actually was.

As soon as the car stopped, a dark-skinned man wearing a hard hat walked over quickly; he was the construction manager here.

"Mr. Lin! You're finally back!" The manager was excited, but then, as if remembering something, he pulled a letter from his vest and handed it over.

The envelope was made of old kraft paper, yellowed at the edges and carrying a sense of age. There was no stamp; only a strange crest was embossed in wax on the seal—a lion holding an olive branch in its mouth.

The manager scratched his head and said with some confusion, "This letter is strange. A week ago, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreign old man delivered it in person, specifically asking me to hand it to you. He didn't say who he was, just left the letter and drove off in a very grand vintage car."

Lin Feng took the letter.

It felt slightly heavy in his hand.

He had a strong premonition.

The "reward" he wanted had arrived.