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

After much pleading and cajoling, Xu Wen finally agreed to let them take another look at the deserted village using military night vision goggles.

Ye Yuhang raised his night vision goggles, pointing the lens at the forbidden area.

The next second, his hand suddenly trembled.

Even in the green field of vision of the night vision goggles, the village still looked incredibly eerie.

It's like a black hole; even infrared light can't completely penetrate it.

Within the thick fog, some blurry figures could be vaguely seen wandering around.

Some of them are as tall as giants, while others crawl like wild beasts.

But strangely, no matter how they roamed, they never escaped the area of ​​that fog.

It was as if they were imprisoned by some invisible force.

"What...is that?"

Ye Yuhang put down the night vision goggles, his face pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Nie Xinghua also glanced at it and gasped in shock.

"Whatever it is, it's not something we can understand."

"Science is indeed not the only key to explaining this world."

"Once myths come into being, anything is possible."

……

The next morning.

The first ray of sunlight had just pierced through the clouds, shining on the forests of the Qinling Mountains.

Ye Yuhang and Nie Xinghua got up early.

They straightened their clothes, their expressions solemn, as if they were going on a pilgrimage.

Fully armed, Xu Wen personally led his elite guard squad to escort the two elders to the stone tablet at the edge of the forbidden area.

The stone tablet was dilapidated, covered with moss and cracks.

But the twelve large, blood-red characters are still faintly discernible:

"This ancient forbidden land is off-limits to the living; the dead must turn back."

Simply standing in front of the stone tablet, everyone felt a bone-chilling cold rushing towards them.

Ye Yuhang took a deep breath, trying to calm his voice.

He raised the megaphone in his hand and shouted with all his might toward the fog-shrouded village:

"Ye Yuhang from the Great Xia History Research Institute, along with his colleague Nie Xinghua..."

"We earnestly request the village guardian to show himself!"

The sound, amplified by a loudspeaker, echoed through the empty valley.

Once.

No one responded.

Ye Yuhang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shouted again:

"We earnestly request the village guardian to show himself!"

Twice.

Still, deathly silent.

Xu Wen's hand was already on the holster at his waist, and the soldiers around him had also cocked their rifles, creating an extremely tense atmosphere.

Ye Yuhang gritted his teeth and shouted for the third time:

"We implore the village guardian to show himself—!!!"

His voice was hoarse after he shouted that.

Just when everyone thought they were going to fail again,

"well……"

A soft sigh reached everyone's ears clearly.

The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to ring directly in everyone's minds.

Immediately afterwards, the thick, impenetrable fog suddenly parted on its own.

A faint path came into view.

A young man dressed in a tattered Taoist robe walked out slowly, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with a handsome face and even a somewhat lazy demeanor.

But those eyes.

Cold and indifferent, as deep as an abyss.

It's as if it can see through all the secrets of the world.

"This is... the village guardian?"

Xu Wen reacted the fastest; he immediately stepped forward and snapped to attention, giving a standard military salute.

"Commander Xu Wen of the Great Xia Marine Corps Brigade greets you, sir!"

His attitude was extremely respectful, without the slightest air of a high-ranking military officer.

Because he knew better than anyone how terrifying the person in front of him was.

That headless ghost general who wreaked havoc in Japan and treated modern armies like dirt,

He couldn't even withstand a slap from this young man.

In the top-secret files of the highest level of the Great Xia Dynasty, this person has been listed as a "suspected deity"!

Wan Xingwang glanced at everyone indifferently.

That look in his eyes was clearly calm, yet it made everyone present feel an increased pressure.

Several timid experts even felt their legs trembling and dared not look him in the eye.

"What are you doing here?"

Wan Xingwang's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

"This is not a place for you."

Ye Yuhang suppressed the pounding in his heart, stepped forward, and bowed deeply.

"Sir, we did not mean to disturb you."

"But now the world is undergoing dramatic changes, myths are being revived, and people are filled with anxiety."

"We represent the official government of the Great Xia Dynasty and would like to ask you for some advice, hoping to find some guidance for the people of the world."

Looking at the white-haired old man, Wan Xingwang's indifference softened slightly.

"Some things, you'll know when the time comes."

Asking more questions is pointless.

"Go back and guard your country's borders."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Sir! Please wait!"

Xu Wen suddenly shouted and knelt down.

"Sir! I know we have no right to ask anything of you."

"But Japan is already a living hell; tens of thousands have died!"

"If such a disaster were to occur in Great Xia, it would be a catastrophe for hundreds of millions of people!"

"We humbly request that you reveal even a few words so that we can prepare!"

Xu Wen's voice choked with emotion. This man of unyielding integrity had, at this moment, set aside all his dignity for the sake of the country and its people.

Wan Xingwang stopped in his tracks.

He didn't turn around; he simply stood with his back to the crowd, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, Wan Xingwang let out a soft sigh.

"That's enough."

"I'll let it slide since you knelt down."

He slowly turned around, his gaze passing over the crowd and looking towards the distant horizon.

"A cycle of seven hundred years."

What's meant to happen will happen eventually.

"The eight ancient clans, the Heavenly Palace, and... the Dragon Clan."

"They are about to be born."

Upon hearing these words, Ye Yuhang and Nie Xinghua felt their heads buzzing.

The Eight Ancient Clans! The Heavenly Palace! The Dragon Clan!

These legendary beings are all coming back?

"Then... what about the common people?"

Ye Yuhang asked, his voice trembling.

"They will take on the responsibility of protecting the people."

Wan Xingwang said calmly.

"As for more... you will naturally know when the elixir of immortality is produced."

Having said that, he didn't linger and turned to walk into the depths of the mist.

Just as his figure was about to disappear at the village entrance.

He suddenly stopped, looked up, as if sensing something.

Then, he left behind one last inexplicable sentence:

"Something has changed in Luodu."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure was completely swallowed up by the thick fog.

Everyone looked at each other, completely bewildered.

"Luodu? Which Luodu?"

"Could it be Luoyang in Henan?"

What unexpected events might occur there?

The experts were discussing it amongst themselves, completely baffled by this seemingly random statement.

Xu Wen and Ye Yuhang exchanged a glance and both saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

"Whatever the cause, since it came from the mouth of a villager, it's definitely not a trivial matter!"

Xu Wen suddenly stood up, and his aura changed abruptly.

"Quickly! Contact your superiors immediately!"

"Encrypt and report the entire message 'There has been a change in Luoyang,' along with information about the Heavenly Palace and the Dragon Clan!"

"Not a moment can be wasted!"

……

After returning to the temporary command post.