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

"Is this...the abode of the gods?"

Ren Quanxu craned his neck until it ached, but he still couldn't see the top of the door.

He silently muttered a phrase to himself to bolster his courage.

At this moment, the live stream feed remains clear and stable.

This is the advantage of top-of-the-line outdoor equipment; even in such a miraculous place with extremely disordered magnetic fields, it can still transmit high-definition images.

The number of online viewers has exceeded three million.

The barrage of comments refreshed like a burst dam, almost completely obscuring the screen.

"My God! This is huge!"

"This is absolutely something no human could create! Even with current technology, it couldn't be this magnificent!"

"This is a miracle! The one who built the door must undoubtedly be a god!"

"Hurry in! Hurry in and see what's inside!"

Countless people, even those watching from behind their screens, were awestruck and ecstatic by this incredible sight.

Ren Quanxu took a deep breath and looked back at the world behind him.

"Let's go."

He gave a low shout and took the first step, the instant his toes touched the boundary of the door crack.

"Buzz—"

A strange light appeared out of nowhere, instantly enveloping his body completely, as if he had passed through a soft film of water.

The next second, his figure vanished from the spot, as if he had never been there.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in the live stream changed abruptly.

It was no longer the misty banks of the Luo River, but a vast, ancient, and enormous palace that was breathtaking.

Dozens of enormous rock pillars rose from the ground, soaring straight into the sky.

They are rugged and primitive, yet they exude an indescribable majesty.

The pillar is completely uncarved, consisting entirely of natural boulders.

Their tips disappear into the clouds, with no end in sight, as if supporting the entire sky.

Directly in front of them was a screen that resembled a mountain.

The screen was not carved by human hands, but was naturally formed from some kind of unknown boulder, and it stands horizontally in the center of the hall.

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, one could vaguely discern a magnificent celestial palace, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

"Where...where is this?"

Ren Quanxu stood there, having long forgotten to breathe.

As a seasoned outdoor adventure broadcaster, he has been to countless dangerous and unique places.

Whether it's the profound depths of the blue hole in the deep sea, the vastness of the snowy plateau, or the mystery of the primeval forest.

But no scenery can compare to what's before us.

The palace appeared somewhat dilapidated, with broken walls and ruins everywhere.

Many of the stone pillars have collapsed, with huge rubble scattered all over the ground, covered with the dust of time.

But this still cannot conceal its former prosperity and glory.

This is a divine relic.

Just then, the camera in the live stream followed Ren Quanxu's gaze and swept across the ground.

The audience, who were initially marveling at the building's grandeur, suddenly felt as if they had been gripped by an invisible hand.

All the praise and exclamations came to an abrupt end at that moment.

Instead, there was a deathly silence.

Immediately following was an even more frenzied explosion of comments.

"Holy crap! That's... a bone?"

"So many bones! How come the floor is covered with bones?"

"My God! Is this a mass grave?"

All that could be seen on the vast, boundless palace floor were countless white bones.

That was truly a place where corpses piled up like mountains and white bones paved the road.

Some human skeletons, despite being eroded by countless years, still retain the posture they were in during their lifetime of fighting.

In their hands, some still tightly gripped weapons that had long since decayed.

Even more numerous were creatures whose names were completely unknown.

Some skulls are as large as oxen, yet they have ferocious fangs.

Some of the ribs spread out like wings, reaching several meters in length, as if they could have covered the sky and sun when they were alive.

There were even some long, winding skeletons, resembling snakes but not quite, possibly resembling the legendary dragons.

This is hardly a blessed land.

This is clearly an extremely tragic ancient battlefield!

"General Manager Yang!"

Ren Quanxu suddenly realized what was happening and turned around sharply to look around.

Just then, the void behind them rippled once again.

Amidst the flash of light, Yang Wenju's figure was also teleported in.

As soon as he landed, before he could even see his surroundings clearly, he tripped over a huge leg bone.

"Ouch!"

He stumbled and almost fell among the pile of bones.

The sensation from his feet sent a shiver down his spine.

But soon, when he looked up, he saw the towering stone pillar and the illusory image of the celestial palace in the clouds.

The world he saw automatically filtered out those horrific corpses.

All that remained was the heavenly palace, a symbol of divinity and eternal life.

"A miracle...it really is a miracle..."

Yang Wenju trembled all over; it was a physiological reaction to extreme excitement.

"Thump!"

His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees on the hard stone slab without even realizing it, as his knees struck broken bones.

He clasped his hands together and kowtowed several times towards the ethereal heavenly palace.

"Gods above! Believer Yang Wenju bows in sincere worship!"

His voice, tinged with sobs, echoed through the empty, desolate palace, sounding particularly mournful.

"I beg the gods to grant me a divine medicine! Save my life!"

"I am willing to give away all my wealth to recast your statue and build a temple for you!"

"I'll do anything to stay alive!"

His forehead was cut open, and blood flowed out, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the unknown skeletons.

But he didn't care at all and continued to pray devoutly and frantically.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, he's willing to give up everything to achieve it.

The viewers in the live stream had very mixed feelings as they watched this scene.

Some people mocked his overestimation of his abilities, while others pitied his will to survive.

But most eyes were drawn to this mysterious palace.

"This is the mythical miracle of the Great Xia Dynasty!"

"What kind of creature are those bones from? They look so creepy!"

"There must be a huge secret hidden behind this!"

Some business tycoons, such as Ma Yun, Zhang Yinfu, and Ma Huateng, watched this scene on the screen and were filled with regret.

"Damn it! I should have gone too!"

"So what if there's danger? This is a chance for immortality!"

"If that old fox Yang Wenju really finds the miracle drug, I'll regret it for the rest of my life!"

……

At this moment.

Inside the temporary command post deep in the Qinling Mountains.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Professors Nie Xinghua and Ye Yuhang were hunched over the huge screen, not daring to blink.

Their breathing was rapid, their palms were sweaty, and they were almost breaking the pens they were holding.

"Old Nie, did you see that? Did you see that!"

Ye Yuhang pointed at the fleeting image on the screen, his voice trembling.

"Those corpses! The kinds of corpses!"