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

"Try to touch anything here, unless you step over our corpses."

He glanced back at the crowd behind him, dozens of strangers he had never met before.

At this moment, they stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a wall of flesh and blood.

"Don't be afraid, everyone!"

Yang Wenju shouted loudly, trying to boost morale.

"Ren Quanxu has already entered the Dragon Pool; he's absorbing the dragon's energy!"

"As long as we stall for time and wait for him to come out, what kind of bullshit monster is this?"

"Those Japanese devils, they'll all be wiped out!"

Upon hearing this, hope shone in everyone's eyes.

"Yes! Mr. Yang is right!"

"Let's fight these Japanese devils!"

"With so many of us, are we afraid of those two?"

The crowd began to stir, and some even became eager to try.

I wanted to rush up and beat those two arrogant fools to a pulp.

The two Japanese men exchanged a glance.

They saw the determination in the eyes of these Chinese people.

"Since you're courting death..."

A cruel glint flashed in the tall Japanese man's eyes.

"Then I'll grant your wish!"

There were no warning signs, and no nonsense.

The two men drew their guns almost simultaneously, and the dark muzzles instantly spat out tongues of fire.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two sharp gunshots rang out, sounding particularly jarring in the enclosed space.

Amidst the smoke and fire, Yang Wenju felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest by a sledgehammer.

The immense impact caused his body to arch backward violently.

Two tragically beautiful blood flowers bloomed on his chest.

"Well……"

Yang Wenju groaned and fell heavily to the ground. He tried to speak, but could only make a "ho ho" sound like a bellows.

The excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed his consciousness; he could only collapse to the ground.

Apart from those still wide-open, angry eyes, he was completely unable to move an inch.

The crowd fell silent instantly.

No one expected that these two guys would actually dare to fire.

While everyone was still stunned,

The two Japanese men did not continue shooting, but quickly turned their guns around.

Their goal has always been the same—murals!

"Da da da da da!"

The bursts of gunfire erupted like popping beans.

The submachine guns spat fire, unleashing a torrent of bullets.

The mural, covered with ancient runes, was instantly smashed into a shower of stone chips.

"Click—"

A chilling cracking sound rang out.

The mural, which had originally emitted a faint golden light, was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The golden light began to flicker rapidly, becoming unpredictable.

"Oh no! The mural is going to crumble!"

Finally, someone realized what was happening and let out a terrified scream.

"Stop them! Stop them now!"

Anger overwhelmed fear.

Even though the other side had guns, this group of enraged Chinese people displayed astonishing ferocity.

"kill!!!"

Dozens of people rushed forward like mad beasts, disregarding everything.

The surging crowd instantly engulfed the two Japanese men.

In such close-quarters melee, guns become a hindrance.

Countless fists and feet slammed into the two Japanese men.

But it was all too late.

As the last runic stone tablet on the mural crumbled.

"boom--"

A deep, muffled thud, like a sigh from the depths of hell.

The golden shackles that had been tightly binding the old monster began to dim rapidly.

Like a stream that has lost its source, it gradually dries up and disappears.

"Hehehe..."

A chilling laugh came from the corner.

"Finally... I'm free..."

The old monster's voice was filled with madness suppressed for countless years.

As the last ray of golden light dissipated.

Its body suddenly expanded, turning into a thick cloud of black mist.

A sinister, evil, and bloodthirsty aura instantly filled the entire hall.

"ah!!!"

The group that was beating up the Japanese suddenly felt an overwhelming force coming at them.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The images of dozens of people were like fallen leaves swept up by the gale, instantly sent flying.

They slammed heavily against the surrounding walls, coughing up blood, and passed out before they could even scream.

The once noisy hall instantly became deathly silent.

Only the two Japanese men, despite their bruised and swollen faces, excitedly got up from the ground.

They stared at the terrifying black mist, their eyes gleaming with the ecstatic joy of gamblers who had won money.

"They've really...they've really been released!"

The old monster's form reformed.

It stretched out its long, scarlet tongue and looked at the humans on the ground who were still groaning in pain.

"Delicious...it's all delicious blood food..."

It walked step by step toward the crowd, its cruelty undisguised.

"Since you all enjoy being heroes so much, then I'll give you a proper welcome."

"I will drain your blood, little by little."

"I'll listen to your wailing for three days and three nights before I breathe my last!"

Just as the old monster was preparing to enjoy its gluttonous feast.

A tremor even more violent than before suddenly swept through the entire palace.

It's not about the part, but the whole.

It looked as if the entire mountain was about to collapse.

Large sections of the stone walls surrounding the main hall began to crumble.

The soil and stones that were originally covering it fell off.

As the outer layer of stone peeled away, a giant mural, hidden for countless years, was revealed.

Its true form gradually came into view.

It was a bizarre painting that sent chills down one's spine at first glance.

In the painting, an incomparably majestic five-clawed dragon is coiled in the heavens.

On its opposite side was an endless expanse of mist.

Within the mist, countless twisted figures could be vaguely seen.

Their faces were obscured; all that could be seen were pairs of blood-red eyes.

And those long, curved horns, but the aura emanating from the murals was cold, eerie, and ominous.

It's ten thousand times more terrifying than the previous desolate forbidden land!

The old monster's hand, which was about to deliver the killing blow, abruptly stopped in mid-air.

Its gaze was completely captivated by the mural.

Those eyes, which were originally filled with arrogance and cruelty, now revealed a deep fear.

"This is……"

The old monster's voice trembled, and it instinctively took a step back.

The severely injured people on the ground also forced themselves to look up despite the excruciating pain.

What exactly is that thing in the painting?

Why is even this terrifying old monster afraid?

The main hall was deathly silent.

a long time.

The old monster managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth, his voice chilling and carrying a bone-deep coldness.

"This place... is actually where the 'Dark Turmoil' was suppressed!"

Dark turmoil?

This is an unfamiliar word.