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

His empty eyes were fixed on the camera not far away.

Ren Quanxu and the others watched this scene, too weak to even move a finger.

Just as the evil spirit had drained Xifang Wudi dry and was roaring as it prepared to pounce on Ren Quanxu and the others.

A tattered figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere at the doorway of the room.

His Taoist robe was faded from washing and covered in mud.

But the moment he appeared, the crimson light that filled the sky seemed to dim somewhat.

Wan Xingwang stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless, watching the chaotic scene of demons dancing inside the room.

Those originally ferocious and indiscriminate evil spirits, who killed anyone they saw, changed their minds the moment they saw Wan Xingwang.

They reacted as if they were mice in the presence of a cat.

It let out a terrified scream.

"grumble--!!"

They all turned around, frantically avoiding Wan Xingwang, and shrank back to the corner of the wall, trembling with fear.

Obviously.

They have an innate fear of this man that is etched deep in their souls!

"snort."

Wan Xingwang snorted coldly.

The sound wasn't loud.

But it clearly drowned out the wailing and howling that filled the room.

Ren Quanxu and the others felt the excruciating pain in their heads instantly lessen.

Their senses returned slightly, and they struggled to open their eyes, looking at the figure blocking the doorway.

"Now that they've been released..."

A hoarse, deep sound, like two rocks rubbing together, came from the depths of the bronze coffin.

"According to the rules... Gatekeeper... you can no longer seal me away..."

As this sound rang out.

An even more terrifying and chilling aura swept across the entire area.

Inside the bronze coffin, black mist billowed and churned.

A terrifying figure slowly rose from the coffin.

It was over two meters tall and wore a tattered set of bronze armor.

The armor was riddled with broken arrows and covered in marks from cuts and chisels.

It held a massive, rusty ancient sword in its hand.

What's most terrifying is that its neck is completely empty.

This is a headless ghost general!

As it rose, a strong aura of battlefield carnage, mixed with the stench of corpses and blood, swept over us.

Ren Quanxu and the others, whose bodies had just begun to recover, suffered another severe blow.

Fresh blood gushed from his mouth and nose once again.

In the live stream, countless viewers covered their ears, but still couldn't shut down the piercing howls of the wronged spirits. They could only choose to mute or turn off the live stream.

Facing this terrifying ghost general.

Wan Xingwang's expression remained unchanged.

He simply coughed lightly.

"cough."

That seemingly casual cough sounded like a decree.

In an instant, all the wailing of wronged souls and the howling of the eerie winds fell silent.

Only the headless ghost general's chest armor heaved violently.

Although it had no head, everyone felt a cold gaze emanating from its chest, staring intently at Wan Xingwang.

"The gatekeeper..."

The headless ghost general's voice carried a hint of fear and resentment.

"Are you still going to stop me? That seal was broken by that mortal himself; I didn't break any rules..."

"Oh."

Wan Xingwang curled his lips into a disdainful sneer.

He looked at the arrogant ghost general and said calmly:

"You dare talk to me about rules?"

The voice just fell.

"Buzz—"

An invisible, terrifying force instantly descended upon the headless ghost general.

"Snap!"

That was the sound of bronze armor shattering.

The headless ghost general's incredibly hard chest suddenly caved in!

Its massive body was as if it had been hit by a speeding train, and it staggered backward until it reached the base of the wall before the headless ghost general could barely regain its footing.

The headless ghost general bowed down in fear, no longer daring to show the slightest arrogance.

Wan Xingwang looked at it, a trace of vicissitude flashing in his eyes, and sighed softly.

"A cycle of reincarnation occurs every seven hundred years..."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to every corner and reached the ears of millions of viewers in the live stream.

"Ghosts and gods will reappear in the world, and the elixir of immortality will also be born..."

"The era of great strife has finally arrived."

"Those ancient figures may all rise from their slumber to fight for that sliver of immortality."

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

"An era of great strife? An elixir of immortality? My god, what kind of divine plot is this?"

"A cycle of seven hundred years... Could it be that all those chaotic periods in history were caused by this?"

"Ancient figures are being resurrected? Does this mean that people like Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han didn't die?"

"A myth is truly about to descend! The world is about to change!"

Ren Quanxu lay on the ground, listening to these words, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Shock, fear, confusion... If all of this is true, wouldn't the original world order be completely collapsed?

Are mortals truly reduced to dust in the face of such power?

Wan Xingwang didn't explain much. He withdrew his gaze and looked coldly at the headless ghost general.

"Now that you're out, get out of here."

"Get out of the Great Xia territory."

His tone was cold and left no room for argument.

"Although the era of great strife has begun, it is not yet time for you to run rampant."

"Anyone who dares to linger within the territory of Great Xia—will die!"

The last word he uttered was filled with murderous intent.

The headless ghost general trembled, as if he had been granted a pardon, or as if he had suffered a great humiliation.

A gash appeared on its chest, as if it wanted to conjure up a head to offer some explanation.

"Snapped!"

Wan Xingwang didn't give it a chance at all.

He slapped her across the face from a distance.

The illusory head that had just materialized was instantly shattered.

The headless ghost general dared not utter another word and transformed into a black whirlwind.

It stirred up the yin energy that filled the room, shooting upwards through the broken roof.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the night sky, fleeing westward.

The chilling atmosphere inside the room dissipated considerably after the ghost general left.

Ren Quanxu and the others felt as if the huge weight that had been pressing on their hearts had finally been lifted.

They were panting heavily, greedily inhaling the air.

Wan Xingwang turned around and glanced at the half-dead mortals on the ground.

There was no pity in his eyes, only indifference.

He flicked his sleeve lightly.

A gentle yet irresistible force instantly enveloped Ren Quanxu and the others.

"Let's go."

As his voice faded.

Ren Quanxu felt a blur before his eyes, and the surrounding space seemed to be twisting and spinning.

A strong feeling of dizziness washed over me.

When they opened their eyes again.

To his astonishment, he found himself no longer in that terrifying, deserted village.

They were lying under a huge old locust tree.

This tree is so big that it would take more than twenty people to hug its trunk.

The tree canopy blocks out the sun, like a giant umbrella.

And on those thick, outstretched branches.

It was covered with a dense array of ancient hemp ropes.