Fabricating myths, starting with the creation of eight fictional ancient tribes

In the live stream, knowledgeable netizens immediately sent comments explaining the information.

"This is caused by an excess of yin energy! No plants or trees grow; this is a very ominous sign!"

"These grasses didn't just wither; they were killed by the yin energy!"

"Watch out, streamer! Something's really off about this place!"

The group entered from the back village, and had just stepped into the village's territory.

A strange sound then entered everyone's ears.

"Hiss—roar—"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was extremely piercing, as if it could penetrate the eardrums.

It seeps into the brain, causing a strange sense of unease.

I even felt an urge to vomit.

Cover your ears!

Ren Quanxu shouted, his face changing drastically.

"Don't listen to that voice! It's a hypnotic voice!"

Several team members were already unsteady on their feet, and their eyes began to glaze over.

Some people instinctively tried to crawl into the dilapidated house next door, as if it were a refuge.

"Don't go in!"

Ren Quanxu reacted quickly, grabbing the teammate and pulling him back forcefully.

"Do you want to die? Have you forgotten the taboos? You're not allowed in the house!"

His shout instantly snapped the team member back to reality, leaving him drenched in a cold sweat.

The chat in the live stream instantly went silent.

Everyone watched this scene with bated breath; even through the screen, one could feel the suffocating tension.

Ren Quanxu tried to calm his breathing and carefully tried to pinpoint the source of the sound.

"Over there..."

He pointed to an old well not far away.

The roar seemed to be coming from that well.

He gestured for his team members to remain on guard.

He crept closer and closer to the well, and the closer he got, the stronger the sense of oppression became.

A faint fishy smell seemed to permeate the air, like rusty iron or dried blood.

Reaching the well, Ren Quanxu took a deep breath and turned on the highest setting of the headlamp.

"Let me see what this thing is playing tricks on you!"

He suddenly leaned out and shone the light into the bottom of the well, the intense beam of light instantly piercing the darkness below.

next second.

Ren Quanxu witnessed the most unbelievable scene of his life.

The well walls were not made of bricks or stones.

Instead... it's bronze!

Under the intense light, the rusty walls of the well reflected an eerie, ghostly green glow.

And in the bottomless well water, a huge head was slowly emerging from the water.

That was a... dragon head!

The scales, the size of a washbasin, shimmered with a cold, golden light.

The long dragon whiskers floated and danced in the water.

Two lantern-like eyes, radiating a cold golden light, stared intently at the humans at the well's opening.

That look in his eyes was devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

"roar--!!!"

A deep roar, carrying a foul stench, erupted from the bottom of the well.

Ren Quanxu froze on the spot, his mind went blank, and his body was completely out of his control.

Faced with such legendary and mythical creatures, human courage seems so pale and powerless.

At this critical moment, a pale hand suddenly reached out from the darkness.

That hand didn't look strong; it was even somewhat withered.

But it possesses an irresistible power.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

That hand actually slapped directly onto the dragon head that was about to burst out of the well!

That seemingly indestructible and majestic dragon head was actually slapped back into the water by this one slap!

"Splash—"

A huge splash of water erupted.

A plaintive sob came from the bottom of the well, then fell silent.

Ren Quanxu's eyes widened as he looked in the direction of the hand.

A young man dressed in a tattered Taoist robe appeared beside him.

The young man had messy hair and a dirty face, and looked like a beggar.

But his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Wan Xingwang slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes sweeping indifferently over the terrified crowd around him.

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of impatience.

"This is an ancient forbidden area; no living beings are allowed to enter."

"Don't you recognize the characters on that monument?"

As he finished speaking...

The surrounding fog suddenly began to surge wildly, as if it had come to life, and enveloped the group.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

It's not just a screen refresh, it's completely frozen!

A few seconds later, a dense mass of text surged in like a tsunami.

"Holy crap!!! A real dragon!!! I saw a real dragon!!!"

"That really is a dragon! It has horns and whiskers! It's not a snake!"

"Who was that Taoist priest? He slapped the dragon back with one hand? Is he even human?"

"A subsaurus? Or the legendary Dragon-Locking Well?"

"The eight ancient clans... suppressing evil spirits... everything Ji Xuanyuan said is true!"

Ren Quanxu was still in shock, his legs were still trembling.

He pointed to the well and stammered, "What...what's in there?"

Wan Xingwang gave him a cold look but did not answer his question.

He simply turned his back to everyone and coldly ordered them to leave.

"Get out of here."

"This is not a place for the living."

His indifferent attitude, coupled with that shocking slap just now, instantly made him seem unfathomable in everyone's eyes.

At that moment, the viewers in the live stream had only one thought.

This place is truly terrifying!

And that mysterious Taoist priest is definitely the legendary village guardian!

The myth has truly arrived! Although the live stream footage was a bit shaky, the clarity remained extremely high.

Countless people began to speculate wildly about the identity of the mysterious Taoist priest, Wan Xingwang.

In their eyes, that seemingly slovenly and unkempt figure had now been gilded, becoming unfathomable and awe-inspiring.

At this moment, Ren Quanxu's heart was still pounding violently in his chest.

The fear had not yet subsided, but the explorer's instincts and the desire for adventure made him overcome his reason.

The Taoist priest had already turned and left, slowly disappearing into the thick fog.

If we don't catch up and get to the bottom of this, he'll regret it for the rest of his life.

"Chase them! Go after them quickly!"

Ren Quanxu roared, his voice trembling.

Ignoring his still trembling legs, he mustered his strength and charged toward the figure's back.

Zhang Xing and the other team members behind him were terrified.

But since the eldest brother had already rushed over, they didn't dare stay alone in this godforsaken place.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and stumble along behind.

The fog in the deserted village came without warning and was so thick that it couldn't be dispersed.

Just a moment ago I could see the scene several meters away clearly, but in the blink of an eye, the visibility dropped to less than five meters.

"Don't fall behind! Hold on to the clothes of the person in front!"

Ren Quanxu ran and shouted, afraid of getting lost in this strange place.

Wan Xingwang did not walk fast; his steps were even somewhat unsteady.