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

Xu Wen is a true soldier.

His belief was in the might of steel, in overwhelming firepower, in science and discipline.

Just yesterday, he led his troops in a live-fire exercise in the uninhabited area of ​​Northwest China.

But tonight, after receiving an emergency order from the highest level and watching the live stream recording, his worldview completely collapsed.

The tragic scene in Tokyo, Japan; the headless ghost general's sword strike; the countless ghostly soldiers filling the sky.

This made him realize something profound.

In this world, there are some things that even a modern force of seven thousand men, or even high-yield missiles, cannot solve.

Science and metaphysics are not even on the same level.

"Do not enter rashly."

Xu Wen raised his head, his voice deep and powerful.

"The fate of those explorers serves as a warning from the past."

"Our soldiers are brave, but I will not allow them to make pointless sacrifices."

"Bullets can't kill ghosts; this has already been proven in Japan."

On the other side of the long table sat several elderly men dressed in Zhongshan suits.

They were the most outstanding historians and archaeologists of the Great Xia Dynasty.

And several special advisors who have in-depth research on folklore and metaphysics.

Among them, the most respected is the famous historian Ye Yuhang.

He had a full head of silver hair, wore thick reading glasses, and was holding a magnifying glass as he studied the blurry screenshots from the live stream.

"Commander Xu is right."

Ye Yuhang took off his glasses, rubbed his tired eyes, and spoke with a mixture of excitement and worry that he could not hide.

"This place... is too eerie."

"According to ancient records, this place is likely an important node in ancient times."

"That 'village guardian,' Wan Xingwang, is the key."

Sitting next to Ye Yuhang was a sprightly old man named Nie Xinghua.

His academic standing is even higher than Ye Yuhang's.

"Old Ye hit the nail on the head."

Nie Xinghua tapped the table loudly.

"Our task now is neither to attack nor to occupy."

"It's about communication."

"We must get in touch with that 'village guardian' before the other factions do."

"A great struggle for supremacy, an elixir of immortality... if these things truly exist, then they concern the future destiny of the Great Xia Dynasty!"

"We absolutely cannot let it fall into the hands of outsiders!"

Upon hearing this, the air inside the tent seemed to freeze.

Everyone understands the weight of these two words—the fate of the nation.

Xu Wen took a deep breath, stood up, and gave the two veteran experts a standard military salute.

"I see."

"Please rest assured, experts."

"Before my troops withdraw, I will turn this area within a radius of 200 kilometers into an impregnable fortress."

"Don't even think about letting in agents from other countries, not even a fly!"

"I will do everything in my power to ensure everyone's safety."

At this point, Xu Wen paused, a troubled look on his face.

"But... how do we contact the village guardian?"

"Drones can't fly in; electronic signals are blocked."

"If we send someone in..."

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood.

Going in would be suicide.

The vengeful ghosts clinging to the explorers' backs, and the headless ghost general in the bronze coffin, remain an unsolvable deadly puzzle to this day.

The experts immediately launched into a heated discussion.

"Could we use a high-powered broadcast?"

"No, the distance is too far, and that strange magnetic field might distort the sound waves."

"How about we send a suicide squad to probe the edge first?"

"Nonsense! That's playing with soldiers' lives!"

What if we anger the beings within and trigger an even larger-scale parade of demons?

Everyone was caught in a dilemma.

They dared not enter rashly, fearing they would repeat the same mistake.

They didn't want to just wait there idly, afraid of missing a good opportunity.

Looking out at the pitch-black night, Ye Yuhang felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He has studied history his entire life.

From Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han to Emperor Taizong of Tang and Emperor Taizu of Song.

He thought he had seen through the fog of history.

But now, when the true myth is laid bare before him.

He then realized how ridiculous the knowledge he had once been so proud of was.

It's as if there's an invisible hand controlling the course of history.

These scholars were nothing more than pawns being manipulated.

"We can't wait any longer."

Ye Yuhang suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

A resolute look appeared on his face.

"Delay may lead to unforeseen changes."

"Those foreign powers are definitely trying to infiltrate as well."

"We must obtain firsthand information."

"We must not allow others to seize the initiative in the great struggle for power and the revival of myths!"

Xu Wen looked at the old expert and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

"Mr. Ye, what do you want to do?"

Ye Yuhang took a deep breath and stared intently at Xu Wen.

"Give me a military megaphone."

"I want to go to the edge of the forbidden zone myself."

"I want to...shout out to him!"

"What?!"

The tent erupted in chaos.

"Old Ye! Have you gone mad?"

Nie Xinghua grabbed his arm, his beard trembling with anxiety.

"You're over seventy years old! That kind of place has such heavy yin energy, how can your old bones withstand it?"

"And if the village guard gets angry, you won't even be able to escape!"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Xu Wen also shook his head repeatedly, firmly opposing it.

"Mr. Ye, your safety is the most important thing. I can't let you take this risk."

"If I absolutely have to go, I'll go!"

Ye Yuhang waved his hand, his face showing a calm acceptance of death.

"Commander Xu, you are the commander of an army, and you are in charge of these seven thousand soldiers. You cannot afford to fail."

"Old Nie, if something happens to me, we'll need you to take charge here."

"And me..."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"I've spent my whole life studying old documents, but I haven't made any substantial contributions to the country."

"Today, I'm risking my old life to gamble on the fate of our nation!"

"If that village guardian were truly the protector of our Great Xia, he wouldn't have indiscriminately killed innocent people."

"If he truly represents ancient mythology..."

Ye Yuhang's eyes gleamed with fanaticism.

"Even if I die at his hands, at least I'll have witnessed true history!"

"My mind is made up, and no one can persuade me otherwise!"

Looking at this elderly man with white hair and a straight back.

The tent fell silent instantly.

Everyone's eyes were a little red.

Xu Wen gritted his teeth, looked at Ye Yuhang's determined eyes, and finally nodded slowly.

"it is good."

"Mr. Ye, I will send my most elite guards to escort you."

"At the slightest sign of trouble, we will cover your retreat at all costs!"

Ye Yuhang straightened his collar and nodded to everyone.

Then, he took the heavy military megaphone.

He resolutely stepped out of the warm tent.