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

"What did you say?"

The old monster grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Although I am trapped, I know countless secret techniques in this world."

"Your minor terminal illness is nothing more than a trivial matter in my eyes."

It paused, and its voice became incredibly seductive.

"Just do me a small favor."

"Do you see that mural behind you?"

That's one of the key points of this great formation.

"If you can smash it and break through a corner of the great formation, you can help me escape."

"I will expend my very essence to reshape your physical body."

"Cure your terminal illness, and even... grant you immortality!"

These words were not only spoken to Yang Wenju, but also to some people present.

Upon hearing this, the viewers in the live stream immediately began to discuss it amongst themselves.

"Don't believe it! That old monster doesn't look like a good person at all!"

"But... that's a chance to live! I'd hesitate too if I were in your shoes."

"If you can't enter the pool without dragon blood, does that mean that apart from Brother Xu, no one else has a chance?"

Yang Wenju fell silent.

He slowly got up from the ground, turned around, and looked at the ancient mural behind him.

The murals are covered with intricate runes that faintly radiate a golden light.

Is this the core of the formation?

Can I live if I just smash it?

His hand trembled as he reached for the axe at his waist.

"Let's get started!"

Seeing this, the demon's greed intensified, and its voice became even more urgent.

"Time is running out; that kid is absorbing dragon energy."

"Once he finishes absorbing it, you'll really have no chance!"

"Release me, and we'll each get what we want. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Yang Wenju gripped his axe tightly.

Life and death are separated by a single thought.

a long time.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at the demon with an expectant expression.

His eyes gradually became resolute.

"I don't believe you."

Yang Wenju's voice was soft, but unusually firm.

"I want to live, I'm going crazy with desire."

"But I'm not stupid enough to believe in a man-eating monster."

He sneered and threw his axe on the ground.

"If we release you, we'll all die."

"Rather than be eaten by you, monster, and turned into a pile of excrement."

"I would rather die slowly, at least to die like a human being."

The old monster's smile froze on his face instantly.

It never expected that this seemingly most fearful human would resist its temptation.

"You ignorant fool!"

Enraged, the demon struggled wildly, causing the chains to rattle loudly.

"Do you think you can survive by not letting me out?"

"Under the restrictions of this great formation, there is no food or water."

"Sooner or later you will become weak, dehydrated, and eventually turn into dried-up corpses!"

"That feeling was ten thousand times more painful than if I had eaten it!"

It turned its head and looked at the other people.

"And you? Do you want to die with him too?"

"Just let me out, and I don't want any of the treasures in this hall except for the Dragon Pool!"

"This is the Dragon Palace! Any single item here could make you richer than a country, or even grant you instant immortality!"

"Leave alive, taking the treasure with you, or stay here and wait to die?"

"You choose for yourselves!"

The crowd instantly stirred.

A hint of struggle flashed in many people's eyes.

Yes.

Waiting to die here is also a form of death.

Why not take a gamble?

What if this monster keeps its word?

What if we can get the treasure?

Just as everyone was wavering.

In the crowd, two short, sleazy-looking men exchanged a glance.

They nodded, a ruthless glint in their eyes.

Although the two were dressed like everyone else, their gloomy demeanor made them stand out from the crowd.

They slowly walked out of the crowd and came before the demon.

"Hey, old monster."

One of them spoke up.

He spoke Bactrian fluently, but his distinctive, tongue-twisting intonation was impossible to conceal.

"Is your promise true?"

"If we help you break the formation, will you give us the treasure and let us leave?"

The demon was taken aback, then overjoyed.

"Of course! My word is my bond!"

"As long as you help me, I will never go back on my word!"

The man nodded, a greedy smile spreading across his face.

He then turned to face the angry crowd around him.

He even shamelessly puffed out his chest.

"Everyone, we're doing this for your own good."

"We are also people of the Great Xia Dynasty. Our ancestors came from across the sea during the Tang Dynasty."

"We must reclaim the glory of our ancestors!"

"Pooh!"

Someone in the crowd spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Bullshit! Listen to your accent, you're Japanese, aren't you!"

"These little devils dare to impersonate people of Great Xia? Have they no shame?!"

The viewers in the live stream were furious and kept cursing.

"I knew it! Something dirty had infiltrated this group!"

"Shameless! Utterly shameless! They actually want to collude with demons!"

"They're coveting our Great Xia's treasure! We mustn't let them succeed!"

The old monster doesn't care who his partners are.

It's willing to cooperate even with a dog if it can get out of trouble.

"Good! Good! Good!"

It opened its mouth and spat.

A shimmering jade pendant flew out of its mouth and landed at the feet of the two people.

"This was left behind by a human cultivator I devoured back then."

"It contains secret techniques from the Maoshan sect!"

"Once you learn it, you can fly through the clouds, summon wind and rain, and turn beans into soldiers!"

"If you smash the mural, it's yours!"

Maoshan Secret Techniques!

The eyes of the two Japanese men instantly turned red.

They infiltrated here precisely for these ancient traditions of the Great Xia Dynasty, didn't they?

"Let's do it!"

The two of them no longer hesitated.

He picked up the jade pendant from the ground and put it in his pocket.

Then he turned and rushed toward the mural.

Two gleaming daggers had appeared in his hands without him noticing.

"stop!"

A furious roar rang out.

Yang Wenju was quick-witted and agile; although he was physically weak, his reactions were extremely fast.

He rushed forward and stood in front of the mural.

"Are you all crazy?!"

He loudly warned everyone.

"Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts!"

"If we release this demon, it will eat us first!"

"No one will survive that!"

These words instantly convinced those who were still wavering.

"Mr. Yang is right! We can't let them succeed!"

"Protect the murals! Protect the great formation!"

Everyone suddenly realized what was happening.

They stepped forward together, forming a thick human wall.

They held the mural tightly behind them.

"Get out of here! This is Great Xia territory! It's not your place to run wild!"

"If you want to activate the formation's core, you'll have to step over our corpses first!"

That shared sense of righteous indignation actually forced the two Japanese men to take a step back.

"Baka..."

One of the Japanese men muttered a curse under his breath.

He looked at the angry group of Great Xia people in front of him, and the resentment in his eyes grew even stronger.

Since the soft approach isn't working, we'll have to resort to the hard approach.

"Don't meddle in other people's business!"

He said this in a sinister tone, his voice full of threat.

"Those who block our way will face the consequences!"

talking.

The two slowly placed their hands on their waists.

There, bulging and bulging, it was clear that some kind of firearms were hidden there.

The already tense atmosphere instantly became even more volatile.

The two Japanese men had eyes as cold and sinister as two venomous snakes.

"Get out of the way if you don't want to die."

The taller Japanese man spoke in a low voice.

His Daxia language had an unpleasantly sticky quality, like phlegm stuck in his throat.

"We only want what's in the murals; we don't want to kill anyone."

Yang Wenju stood at the front of the crowd. Although he was so weak that he could collapse at any moment, his spine was straight.

He looked at the two despicable thieves with disdain in his eyes.

"This is the land of Great Xia, this is the ancestral mausoleum of Great Xia."

Yang Wenju was breathing heavily, and although his voice was not loud, it conveyed an undeniable firmness.