Bibi Dong abruptly rose to her feet. Her black robe stirred without wind, her eyes filled with resolve.
The confidential archives were located on the third underground level of the Pope Palace. Heavily guarded, they held Spirit Hall's core secrets accumulated over a thousand years.
As the Pope, Bibi Dong naturally passed through without obstruction. She went straight to the section marked "Soul Master Theory Research" and began searching for the corresponding files according to the numbers on the manuscript.
One hour, then two...
Bibi Dong's face grew paler and paler, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
Every accusation in the manuscript was backed by irrefutable evidence in the archives.
Yu Xiaogang's "Invincible Theory" had indeed been copied wholesale. To flaunt his own "genius," he had even deliberately altered key information, twisting originally correct theories beyond recognition and turning them into worthless rubbish.
"Heh... hahaha..." Bibi Dong suddenly began to laugh coldly, her laughter growing louder, filled with endless grief and fury.
"I must have been blind! To suffer for so many years over such trash!"
She had always believed Yu Xiaogang was a gifted genius who had never received his due, a pearl buried by the mundane world.
But the truth was that he was merely a vile wretch who stole others' achievements, falsified information, and misled the world.
The pain she had endured for him over the years, the obsession she had clung to for him, the feelings she had suppressed for him—all of it had become a colossal joke at that moment.
His miserable appearance in the Image Recording Crystal and the despicable plagiarism exposed in the manuscript were like two heavy hammers, utterly shattering the last remnants of fantasy in Bibi Dong's heart.
The pure land in her heart? It was nothing more than garbage covered in