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

A new reply suddenly appeared under that pinned post.

Only two words.

Extremely brief, yet of immense weight.

【Ji Xuanyuan】: Grotto-heaven.

These two words, once uttered, were like a depth charge, instantly detonating across the entire internet.

"A grotto-heaven?! Does that mean a blessed land or grotto-heaven?"

"I knew it! I knew this was an opportunity! This was a treasure trove!"

"That's where the gods live! There must be celestial treasures inside!"

"Not necessarily. The term 'grotto-heaven' may only describe the nature of that space and does not necessarily mean that it is without danger."

"Yeah, what if it's a sealed demon cave inside?"

Netizens were instantly divided into two camps.

One faction believes this is a tremendous opportunity that must be seized.

The other side argues that the two words are ambiguous and still fraught with unknown dangers.

"The master only mentioned 'grotto-heaven,' not 'blessed land,' so everyone be careful!"

"Fortune favors the bold! If you don't take a chance, are you going to live a life of idleness forever?"

"I'm going! Even if I die, I'll die on the path to immortality!"

At this moment, the destinies of countless people were altered.

Many people remained silent in front of their screens for a long time before finally picking up their phones and sending a farewell message to their families.

Then, he resolutely embarked on his journey to Luodu.

This is an era of great contention.

This is the only chance for ordinary people to change their fate.

……

The roar of propellers broke the silence above the Luo River.

A private helicopter is hovering a few hundred meters away from Longmen.

The wind was strong, and the helicopter was rocking back and forth in the airflow.

"Mr. Yang, we can't get any closer!"

The driver shouted, his forehead covered in sweat.

"The magnetic field ahead is too strong; the instrument panel is almost malfunctioning! If we get any closer, we'll crash!"

Ren Quanxu, sitting in the back seat, glanced at the surging torrent below and then at the majestic Dragon Gate.

"Let's hover here."

He called out to the driver, then turned to look at Yang Wenju.

"Mr. Yang, we need to descend quickly."

"The helicopter can't get through, so we have to rely on ourselves."

Yang Wenju, pale-faced, gripped the handrail tightly and nodded.

"Okay... I'll do as you say."

Ren Quanxu skillfully opened the hatch, and a gust of wind rushed in, making it almost impossible for the two of them to open their eyes.

He skillfully fastened the rappelling rope to the safety buckle and then helped Yang Wenju check the equipment again.

"Trust me, I'm very professional."

Ren Quanxu gave Yang Wenju a determined look.

For a seasoned outdoor adventure streamer, this kind of rappelling is commonplace.

"Xiao Zhang, go back to the shore and wait for us."

Yang Wenju gave instructions to the driver.

"If we don't come back... take the money, just tell my family."

After saying that, he took a deep breath and turned on the live streaming equipment in his hand.

"Friends, I am Yang Wenju."

"Today, my brother Ren Quanxu and I are going to try to break through this dragon gate."

Within five minutes of the live stream starting, more than 200,000 people flooded in.

The barrage of comments exploded instantly.

"Holy crap! CEO Yang is doing a live stream himself?"

"This guy's a real big shot! He's really going all out to survive!"

"Ren Quanxu is here too? Is this the streamer who survived the desolate forbidden land?"

"This combination is amazing! One's rich, the other's lucky—I hope it works out!"

Ren Quanxu didn't look at the comments; he was completely focused on controlling the rappelling rope.

"Mr. Yang, grab the rope, lean back, don't be afraid!"

The two of them, like two spiders, slowly descended onto the turbulent river surface along the rope.

When their feet touched the icy river water, a bone-chilling cold instantly spread throughout their bodies.

"Splash—"

The rope was untied, and the two landed on a shallow beach in the middle of the river.

This place is less than twenty meters away from that enormous dragon gate.

The water was rushing and had reached above their calves.

The two were soaking wet and looked utterly disheveled.

But at this moment, they couldn't care less about any of that.

Because when you actually face the Dragon Gate up close, the visual and emotional impact is far greater than that of viewing it from a distance on the shore—a difference of ten thousand times.

It's so tall.

It's magnificent.

This is not a miracle that humans could create.

Every line on the stone gate seems to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

The nine towering water dragons circled above their heads, their roar deafening.

This place is like a gateway to the abode of the gods in ancient times.

Ordinary people standing here will only feel as insignificant as dust.

"The Grotto Heaven..."

Ren Quanxu muttered to himself, looking at the chaotic mist inside the door, his legs felt as heavy as lead.

Yang Wenju stood beside him, his face as pale as paper.

Both of them were trembling, an uncontrollable fear stemming from a biological instinct when confronted with a higher-dimensional being.

Ren Quanxu was breathing heavily, trying to regain his composure.

He turned his head and looked at Yang Wenju beside him.

This tycoon, who has spent half his life navigating the turbulent business world, seems to be in a strange state right now.

Yang Wenju stared intently at the stone door, his pupils bloodshot.

"Mr. Yang... something's not right here."

Ren Quanxu's voice was hoarse and dry, like a broken bellows being pulled.

He subconsciously reached out, wanting to tug at Yang Wenju's sleeve.

As a seasoned explorer, his intuition was screaming for his life.

"Survival...that's the priority."

He added another sentence, trying to rouse a sliver of reason in the other person.

However, Yang Wenju didn't even look at him, and didn't even blink.

In his mind, there was only the critical condition notice issued by the hospital, something that terrified him even more than the miracle before him.

"I'm not waiting anymore."

Yang Wenju suddenly reached out and ripped off the expensive safety harness from his waist.

The rope fell into the water, splashing up a small wave, which was then swept away by the rushing current.

Ren Quanxu was stunned. For a dying man, reason is the most useless thing.

This is the only hope.

"That's enough."

Ren Quanxu sighed, his eyes gradually hardening.

He also untied his rope and tightened his grip on the entrenching tool.

Since we've taken their money, we have to protect our benefactor even if it means facing mountains of knives and seas of fire.

The two walked one after the other, wading through the icy river, their steps uneven, towards the massive stone gate.

The closer you get, the more intense the sense of awe becomes.

From a distance, the gate appeared to be towering and magnificent.

Now that we've gotten closer, we realize that this isn't a stone gate at all.

These are practically two ancient sacred mountains reaching to the sky.

Humans standing before it appear as insignificant as ants on the ground.

And that seemingly narrow "half-open" gap is actually surprisingly wide.

The space that opened up in that corner was large enough to accommodate seven or eight people walking side by side.

The heavy stone gate is covered with the mottled marks of time.

Each crack seems to tell a story of an ancient, unknown history.