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

"You all saw what happened just now, right?"

Ma Huateng on the other end of the screen nodded, his expression serious.

"I saw it, it's incredible."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have definitely thought it was the latest Hollywood special effects blockbuster."

Zhang Erming pushed up his glasses, his voice somewhat deep.

"I just had someone check Ji Xuanyuan's ID."

"Result...not found."

"It's as if this person doesn't exist in the online world at all; there's no trace of them."

A brief silence fell over the meeting room after those words were spoken.

It should be noted that the individuals present here possess the most advanced internet resources and technical capabilities in the Great Xia Dynasty.

If even they can't find a single person, that can only mean one thing.

The other party's methods have exceeded their comprehension.

"Do you remember...?"

Ma Yun suddenly spoke, her voice low and tinged with a hint of wistful recollection.

"That was the most difficult period when we first started our business."

"Have you both received a large investment from a very mysterious source?"

Ma Huateng's body jolted violently, a look of horror flashing in his eyes.

"You mean...that money?"

"At the time, I thought it was some reclusive overseas tycoon who was optimistic about my project, but now that I think about it..."

"That money came at just the right time, and the other party never interfered with the company's operations, only asking for dividends."

Zhang Erming also gasped, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"I remember now."

"My first angel investment was like that too."

"Moreover, when I checked the account that made the payment later, it turned out to be an empty shell, and I couldn't trace its origin."

Ma Yun nodded, her gaze becoming deep and distant.

"I've always felt that there's an invisible hand in this world, silently driving all of this forward."

"I used to think it was luck, or the tide of the times."

"But after watching tonight's live stream, and hearing what Ji Xuanyuan said..."

"I suddenly realized that we might just be chosen agents."

"Those eight ancient tribes, their representatives in the secular world."

These words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

They always thought of themselves as trendsetters of the times and builders of a business empire.

If behind all of this, there truly are those mythical beings standing.

Their so-called achievements are probably as laughable as children playing house in the eyes of those people.

"fortunately……"

Zhang Erming wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face still showing signs of fear.

"I even considered using my connections to investigate the investor behind the scenes."

"I put it off because I was too busy later."

"What if my curiosity angers those beings..."

He didn't continue, but everyone understood what he meant.

Just then, real estate tycoon Yang Wenju, who had been silent until now, suddenly joined the meeting.

His face was sallow and his eyes were sunken.

Those were signs of late-stage cancer; chemotherapy had ravaged him beyond recognition.

"The elixir of immortality..."

Yang Wenju's voice trembled, filled with a hysterical longing.

"Did you hear that? That's what the village guard said!"

"An era of great strife! The elixir of immortality has been born!"

He suddenly leaned close to the camera, his gaunt face almost pressed against the screen, looking particularly ferocious.

"I must find it!"

"No matter how much money it costs! No matter what price we have to pay!"

"I must find that deserted village! I must find Ji Xuanyuan!"

"As long as my illness can be cured... as long as I can live..."

"I'd give him the entire company!"

Looking at the almost frenzied Yang Wenju, Ma Yun and the others exchanged glances, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.

longevity.

This is the ultimate dream of everyone who possesses endless wealth.

……

The ghostly soldiers were extremely fast, covering a thousand miles in an instant.

Only an hour had passed.

This army, originating from the ancient myths of the Great Xia Dynasty, crossed the vast ocean and arrived at that island nation.

Tokyo, Japan.

This city, known as Asia's most bustling city that never sleeps, is still brightly lit and vibrant.

In the luxury stores of Ginza, wealthy women are still selecting handbags.

In Shinjuku's Kabukicho district, drunken office workers are still making a lot of noise.

"What is that?"

A tourist who was enjoying the view from Tokyo Tower suddenly pointed to the western sky and exclaimed in surprise.

Suddenly, a large patch of dark clouds appeared in the once clear night sky.

From within the dark clouds, one could faintly hear the neighing of warhorses and the clanging of weapons clashing.

The next second, the headless ghost general's figure suddenly appeared in the sky above Tokyo Tower.

It swung the giant ancient sword in its hand fiercely down at the bustling city below.

"roar--!!!"

A silent roar shattered the windows of countless high-rise buildings in an instant.

"Splash—"

Glass rained down, and pedestrians on the street screamed in terror.

Followed by.

Countless ghostly soldiers, like a black tide, poured down from the clouds.

They landed on the streets, on rooftops, and among the crowds.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons has officially begun!

"ah!!!"

A piercing scream shattered the hustle and bustle of Shibuya.

A homeless man was curled up in a corner, sleeping.

Suddenly, his body began to convulse violently.

His neck made a series of cracking sounds as it was turned a full 360 degrees!

His eyes rolled back, and black phlegm dripped from his mouth.

Then, he suddenly lunged at a little girl wearing a JK uniform on the roadside.

He bit down on the girl's neck!

Blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

This scene was like something out of a zombie movie, but it actually happened in real life.

But this is just the beginning.

A female live streamer is singing sweetly in front of the camera.

Suddenly, the door behind her opened.

Her husband walked in, carrying a kitchen knife, a strange smile on his face.

"Honey? What are you doing?"

The female anchor turned around in surprise.

The next second, the cleaver fell.

Blood splattered all over the screen.

The female anchor's screams abruptly stopped.

Her husband hummed a song as he mechanically wielded a kitchen knife, dismembering his wife's body.

Then, he grabbed a piece of bloody meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew it vigorously.

This scene was broadcast live to tens of thousands of viewers.

The entire internet exploded instantly.

Meanwhile, strange things are happening in every corner of the city.

Someone turned on the tap, and what came out wasn't tap water, but foul-smelling blood.

The portrait displayed in the mourning hall suddenly blinked and let out a chilling laugh.

Inside the subway driver's cab, the driver suddenly went berserk and pushed the accelerator to the floor.

The train derailed and crashed into the opposite platform, sending flames soaring into the sky.

Thick black smoke billowed from the crater of Mount Fuji, which had been dormant for a long time.

Tsunami warnings blared throughout the city; earthquakes, fires, and carnage followed.

The entire city of Tokyo experienced a widespread power outage.

Only the towering flames illuminated this hell on earth.

Everywhere there were screams of agony, and everywhere there was that eerie, chilling laughter.