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

"That is..."

The demon's gaze fell on the wound on Ren Quanxu's back.

There, the originally bright red blood now had a faint golden sheen.

"Dragon blood...that's dragon blood!"

The demon suddenly roared hysterically.

"You are no ordinary person!"

"You are a descendant of a dragon!"

"The blood of those two stupid dragons flows in your veins!"

This statement shocked everyone present.

Even the millions of viewers in the live stream were incredulous at this sudden reversal.

"What? Brother Xu is a descendant of the dragon race?"

"Holy crap! This script is wrong! Isn't this supposed to be an adventure livestream?"

How did it turn into a fantasy cultivation story?

"No wonder! No wonder his blood could activate the great formation!"

The people at the scene were so frightened that they backed away repeatedly.

The way they looked at Ren Quanxu changed instantly, and they all moved several meters away from him, afraid of getting involved in some kind of karma.

Ren Quanxu was also completely bewildered.

He struggled to get up from the ground, ignoring the pain in his back.

"What dragon bloodline?"

"I am a human being! I am a legitimate citizen of Great Xia!"

"My grandfather was a farmer, and my father was a factory worker. My family background is perfectly respectable!"

He was internally ranting and raving.

However, he couldn't explain what was happening before his eyes.

The golden chains, the activated array, and the demon's resolute gaze.

Could it be... that my ancestors really had some unspeakable secret?

Just then, a strange fluctuation suddenly came from the depths of the black fog in the distance.

A dazzling seven-colored ray of light pierced through the black mist, its radiance dazzlingly brilliant.

Within this dark and oppressive bronze door, the light appeared so sacred.

"What is that?"

Everyone was filled with surprise and doubt.

Everyone instinctively wanted to back away.

However, the seal barrier of the bronze door still exists.

A strange energy field completely sealed off this place, making it impossible to leave.

The demons are trapped, and everyone is safe for now.

But this safety seems so fragile in the face of that unknown, colorful glow.

Ren Quanxu stood there, somewhat at a loss.

He could feel the demon staring at him with a venomous gaze that seemed to want to devour him alive.

He instinctively took a step back.

As a result, the surrounding crowd retreated in a large circle as if avoiding a plague.

"Am I that scary?"

Ren Quanxu gave a wry smile.

The chat room was now completely exploding with comments.

"Don't be afraid, Brother Xu! You are a descendant of the dragon! A true descendant of the dragon!"

"This seven-colored glow must be a great opportunity!"

"I have a feeling, Brother Xu is about to take off! This is definitely protagonist treatment!"

Viewers speculated that Ren Quanxu's dragon bloodline was the key to turning the tide.

Before everyone could sort out their thoughts...

The colorful glow in the distance suddenly became even more dazzling.

An irresistible force suddenly emanated from the glow of the sunset.

But this force seems to be directed at only one person.

"Huh? Huh?!"

Ren Quanxu let out a gasp.

He discovered that his feet had left the ground.

He floated up uncontrollably.

As the distance closed, the black mist gradually dissipated.

A huge pool came into view.

The water in that pool displayed seven different colors, shimmering and radiant with auspicious energy.

The rich life essence transformed into visible white mist, swirling around the surface of the pool.

Even from a distance, everyone could smell a refreshing fragrance that was delightful to smell.

"Divine water! That's divine water!"

Someone shouted excitedly.

Ren Quanxu flew straight towards the seven-colored pool.

Just then, a figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd.

It was Yang Wenju.

This terminally ill tycoon displayed a reaction speed beyond that of ordinary people.

His eyes burned with an intense desire to live.

That seven-colored pool water is definitely a miracle cure for his cancer!

This might be the only chance he'll ever have in his life!

"Take me with you! Please take me with you!"

Yang Wenju roared and leaped up suddenly.

The instant Ren Quanxu flew over his head, he grabbed Ren Quanxu's ankles tightly with both hands.

"Mr. Yang?!"

Ren Quanxu was startled.

But he is now powerless and has no control over his body.

He could only let Yang Wenju hang on his leg like a pendant.

The two of them, one above the other, quickly approached the pool.

"Even just one sip... just one sip and I can live!"

Yang Wenju's face flushed red, his eyes fixed on the seven-colored pool water so close at hand.

However, reality is often cruel.

When the two flew to the edge of the pool.

Ren Quanxu's body passed through the light shield on the pool surface without any hindrance and slowly fell into the water.

But Yang Wenju...

"Buzz—"

Just as his body was about to touch the light shield.

A tremendous repulsive force suddenly erupted from the light shield.

"Bang!"

Yang Wenju felt an irresistible force coming at him.

His hands could no longer hold onto Ren Quanxu's ankles.

He was violently thrown away.

"No--!!!"

Yang Wenju let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He traced a parabola in the air.

It crashed heavily onto the hard, black stone ground.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

The body, already weakened by the long journey, was now in even worse shape.

His face was as pale as paper, he was covered in sweat, and his whole body was trembling violently.

He is not reconciled!

The miracle drug is right in front of us, and the chance to live is right in front of us!

"Let me in...let me in..."

Yang Wenju lay on the ground, his fingernails digging deep into the cracks in the stone, curling up and bleeding profusely, as he slowly moved towards the pool.

His pitiful appearance silenced countless wealthy businessmen in the live stream.

"Sigh, I guess that's just fate."

"Money is ultimately worthless in the face of true life, death, and opportunity."

"You can't force it, Mr. Yang, you've become obsessed."

The old monster, who was trapped to the side by golden chains, let out a gloating laugh.

"Heh heh heh! How foolish!"

"That's the Dragon Transformation Pool! It's a sacred place where dragons cleanse their marrow and undergo a complete transformation!"

The demon's voice was full of mockery.

"Only those who possess the blood of the dragon race may enter."

"You lowly human, with filthy mortal blood flowing through your veins, how dare you smear the divine elixir?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water, completely extinguishing Yang Wenju's last hope.

He lay on the ground, his eyes instantly turning ashen.

No dragon bloodline...

Does that mean certain death?

He was unwilling to accept it! He was truly unwilling to accept it!

The old monster's eyes darted around, as if he had come up with some sinister idea.

As it looked at Yang Wenju's desperate back, it suddenly softened its tone, which carried a hint of seduction.

"However... it's not like you have no chance at all."

These words rekindled a spark of hope in Yang Wenju's gloomy eyes.

He suddenly raised his head and stared intently at the bound demon.