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

Fifty thousand...one hundred thousand...one million...one million!

The barrage of comments was so dense it almost covered the entire screen.

"The great god Ji Xuanyuan was right! Is this truly the era of great strife?"

What lies beyond the Dragon Gate? Could there be an elixir of immortality?

"I want to go too! I want to become an immortal!"

"Wake up, upstairs! Have you forgotten how many people died in the Forbidden Wasteland?"

This Dragon Gate might just be a man-eating trap!

This comment was like a thorn, piercing the hearts of all the fanatics.

Yes, opportunities are often accompanied by risks.

Is this era of mythological revival an opportunity for human evolution, or a prelude to destruction?

……

In just half an hour.

The entries include "Dragon Gate Appears in Luoyang", "Upside-down Waterfall", and "Nine Dragons Soaring into the Sky".

It surged into the top three of the trending searches, dominating the rankings.

Following closely behind are still "Ji Xuanyuan" and "Forbidden Land of the Desolate Ancient Land".

The nation's attention has once again focused on this ancient place.

That forum's server once again faced a life-or-death test.

The number of comments has exceeded five million.

"@Ji Xuanyuan, what exactly is going on with this Dragon Gate? Please enlighten me!"

"@Ji Xuanyuan, I'm in Luodu! Should I go in?"

"The world is really about to change! The well water in front of my house is boiling!"

A resident near Luodu posted a warning:

"Everyone, stay away! That Dragon Gate looks beautiful, but the magnetic field around here is terrifyingly chaotic!"

"My compass keeps spinning wildly, and my cell phone signal is intermittent!"

"Moreover, the seven-colored runes on the Dragon Gate make me dizzy just by looking at them, as if they're trying to suck my soul in!"

This fear of the unknown further intensified people's dependence on "Ji Xuanyuan".

Everyone hopes that the omniscient and omnipotent ID can once again provide a guiding light.

……

Inside a spacious and bright office in Beijing.

An elderly man with gray hair was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back.

Behind him stood several subordinates with solemn expressions.

The old man held a secure cell phone in his hand, on which a high-definition video of the strange phenomenon on the Luo River was playing.

The inverted waterfall and the majestic Dragon Gate—even through the screen, you can feel the overwhelming sense of oppression.

"Ji Xuanyuan... The Great Struggle... Dragon Gate..."

The old man muttered to himself, a storm raging in his eyes.

As one of the most powerful people in the Great Xia Dynasty, he possessed far more information than ordinary people.

The guardians of the ancient forbidden land have been confirmed to be supernatural beings.

And now, this miracle has occurred again in the Luo River.

All of this seems to be confirming the prophecy of "Ji Xuanyuan".

"Sir, should we take action?"

"A subordinate asked in a low voice."

The old man took a deep breath, turned around, and his eyes were piercing.

"Pass on my orders."

"First, immediately seal off the area surrounding the Luo River and establish a military restricted zone."

"Second, mobilize all resources to gather as much information as possible about Lungmen."

"third……"

The old man's eyes became incredibly sharp.

"Maintain strict vigilance! Absolutely no foreign personnel are allowed to approach Luoshui!"

"This is both an opportunity and a secret for the Great Xia!"

"Anyone who dares to reach out will have their paws chopped off!"

……

at the same time.

Countless vehicles are speeding along the highway leading to Luodu.

Television broadcast vans, private cars used by social media influencers, and even some daring online celebrities and livestreamers...

They swarmed in like sharks that had smelled blood.

Amidst the surging traffic, there was an inconspicuous black SUV.

There were two people sitting in the car.

The person in the driver's seat is Ren Quanxu, a livestreamer who has just escaped death from the desolate forbidden land.

In the passenger seat sat a middle-aged man with a haggard face, dressed in a Tang suit.

He is Yang Wenju, a well-known real estate tycoon in Daxia.

"Mr. Ren, are you really sure about this?"

Yang Wenju twirled two priceless walnuts in his hands, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Although I put up 10 billion, I'm gambling with my life."

Ren Quanxu's hands, gripping the steering wheel, turned slightly white.

His mind would occasionally drift back to the pale hands and the strange bronze coffin in the desolate forbidden land.

The fear from that night still haunts his nightmares.

but.

He glanced at the balance notification on his mobile banking app.

The debt that would have crushed him for life was nothing compared to that 10 billion.

"Mr. Yang, I've made up my mind."

Ren Quanxu took a deep breath, his eyes gradually hardening.

"I'm terrified of being poor."

"I survived the ancient forbidden land, which means I wasn't meant to die."

"Since you're willing to pay this money now that the Dragon Gate has appeared, I'm willing to go with you on this trip."

Yang Wenju nodded, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes, along with a touch of sorrow at their shared plight.

Me too.

He pointed to his lungs and smiled wryly.

"The doctor said I have three months left."

"I have plenty of money, but this life... no amount of money can buy it back."

"Ji Xuanyuan said this is a golden age, a sign that the elixir of immortality is about to be born."

"I'll bet on this one."

"We've won, and we'll live forever."

"Losing means you'll just be going to meet the King of Hell three months earlier than usual."

Their eyes met in the rearview mirror.

One is a desperate criminal who risks his life for money.

One is a dying man who squanders his wealth to save his life.

In this mighty tide of the times, they are all humble ants, yet they all want to fight and grasp at that glimmer of hope.

……

The banks of the Luo River were already packed with people.

While most people are observing, there are always some fearless pioneers.

Some people paddled simple rubber boats, some wore waterproof jumpsuits, and some even jumped directly into the cold mud, struggling towards the Dragon Gate in the middle of the river.

They are either terminally ill and seeking a final miracle.

Or perhaps they are all alone, with no ties to them, and want to gamble on the possibility of wealth and fortune.

Or perhaps they've long been tired of ordinary life and want to strive for a future of "superiority" in this era of mythological revival.

"Brothers! Charge! That's a destiny of immortality!"

A shirtless, tattooed man brandished a shovel and roared.

But as soon as he finished shouting, his foot slipped and he fell into the mud, drawing gasps from the shore.

Online, the atmosphere was even more tense.

"@Ji Xuanyuan Ji God! Please! Say something!"

"Is the Dragon Gate a gate of life or a gate of death? Can't you just give me a straight answer?"

"Should we go in? I need an answer urgently!"

The forum administrators are exhausted to the point of collapse. The server keeps crashing, getting fixed, and then crashing again.

Millions of people are like fledglings eagerly awaiting food from that mysterious ID.

Time passed by, second by second.

One hour... two hours...

Just when everyone thought Ji Xuanyuan wouldn't show up this time and was ready to give up waiting...