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

But everyone present, upon hearing those four words,

Everyone felt a sense of inexplicable panic.

Ren Quanxu's live streaming equipment had already fallen to the ground in the chaos.

The camera was pointed directly at a dark rock, and only a faint sound could be heard.

In the live stream, millions of viewers were as anxious as ants on a hot plate.

"What's going on? What kind of dark upheaval is this?"

"The sound of that voice is really ominous! What did that old monster say?"

"Quickly, lift the camera up! I'm so anxious!"

Various speculations are flying around. Some say it's aliens, some say it's an ancient demon god, and others say it's an underground civilization.

But whatever it was, the oppressive feeling emanating from the screen made everyone feel suffocated.

Just then.

The old monster suddenly turned his head and looked at the two trembling Japanese men.

A bizarre smile appeared on its face.

That smile concealed scheming, malice, and also a subtle hint of... relief.

"You two little bugs did a good job just now."

The old monster spoke slowly, his tone surprisingly becoming gentler.

Upon hearing this, the two Japanese men were flattered and immediately nodded and bowed.

"It is our honor to serve you, sir!"

"The tall Japanese man said obsequiously, his eyes filled with greed."

"My lord, now that we've helped you escape this predicament, what about our previous promise...?"

"certainly."

The old monster interrupted him, a sly glint in his eyes.

"However, I need you to do one last thing for me."

"If you succeed, I will not only give you that jade pendant."

"I'll grant you one more request, anything is possible!"

Any conditions!

The two Japanese men's breathing quickened instantly.

This is a legendary demon! It possesses power that can reach the heavens and the earth!

"You...you're telling the truth?"

The short Japanese man's voice trembled with excitement.

They came to the Great Xia Dynasty for this very moment, didn't they?

"I want you... to help us get rid of that headless ghost general from Japan! And those damned ghost soldiers!"

That is the current nightmare of Japan, the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all Japanese people.

If they can solve this problem, the two of them will be national heroes of Japan!

"no problem."

The old monster agreed with unusual ease, so readily that it seemed unreal.

"Once I regain my strength, it will be nothing more than crushing a few ants."

It pointed to the eerie mural that had just been revealed on the wall.

"Do you see that painting?"

"Break it."

"If you break it, I will grant your wish."

Smash the mural?

Is it really that simple?

Although the two Japanese found it a bit strange, they had long since abandoned all reason in the face of such a huge temptation.

"Alright! Let's fight!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the two men raised their miniature submachine guns once more.

With just a few bullets, he could become a savior.

"Da da da!"

Two more crisp gunshots rang out.

The bullet whistled out and struck the mural depicting the battle between the real dragon and the misty figure with unerring accuracy.

"Click—"

The mural shattered upon impact.

This time, the consequences were many times more severe than before.

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth, as if the entire world was collapsing.

The entire palace, including the space inside the bronze doors, was shaking violently.

Countless enormous rocks fell from the dome, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

The ground and walls were cracked with huge, bottomless fissures.

Thick, inky black mist gushed out from the gaps, instantly filling the entire space.

The ominous atmosphere was so thick it was almost suffocating.

"Hehehe! Finally... complete chaos!"

The old monster let out a wild laugh.

It completely ignored the two Japanese people, and paid no attention to any promises.

In the instant the chaos erupted.

It transformed directly into a wisp of black smoke, and taking advantage of the gap in the broken bronze door, it shot out like a black lightning bolt.

Its only goal now is—

eat human!

Only by devouring large amounts of flesh and blood can it truly regain its strength and survive in the coming chaos!

As for the mortals inside the hall, and that so-called dark turmoil, what business is it of theirs!

It's just a demon trying to survive!

outside world.

Although the live stream was shaking violently, screams and sounds of collapse could still be heard coming from inside.

The audience was on the edge of their seats.

Just then.

A blood-soaked hand suddenly grabbed the live-streaming equipment that had fallen to the ground.

After a moment of shaking, the camera focused on a face as pale as paper.

It was Yang Wenju.

At this moment, he had two shocking bloody holes in his chest, and he was on the verge of death.

But he still mustered his last breath and roared at the camera.

"Run...run fast..."

His voice was weak, but filled with a desperate warning.

"Leave Luodu...leave..."

"A demon that has been sealed away for ten thousand years... has escaped..."

"Run! Run!!!"

With his last ounce of strength, Yang Wenju shouted those words, and then his hand fell limply to his side.

The live stream went dark again.

The news spread like wildfire across both banks of the Luo River within minutes.

The tens of thousands of people who had gathered on the riverbank to watch the spectacle were instantly thrown into an uproar.

"The demons are out! Run!"

"A man-eating monster! Help!"

Panic is something more terrifying than demons.

The crowd began to scatter and flee in a frenzy.

Cries, screams, and curses rose and fell.

Someone fell down, and immediately countless feet stepped on them.

Some people were pushed into the mud on the riverbank, and before they could get up, they were trampled into the depths of the mud by the people behind them.

Chaos, completely out of control.

Just then.

"call--"

A suffocating gust of cold wind blew from the direction of Longmen.

The white mist that had been spreading across the river instantly turned into an eerie black.

Within the black mist, a terrifying figure slowly emerged.

It was emaciated, yet brimming with explosive power.

Its entire body was covered in silver scales, which shimmered with a cold light in the dim light.

His silver hair danced wildly, and the vertical eye between his brows emitted a captivating red light.

With each flap of its enormous wings, a storm of blood and gore would erupt.

It hovered in mid-air, looking down at the panicked crowd below.

It stretched out its long tongue and greedily licked the corners of its mouth.

Those vertical pupils were filled with a bloodthirsty, sinister grin.

"So much...so much blood food..."

"My grand feast...begins!"

It spread its arms, let out a deafening roar, and prepared to swoop down.

They went on a killing spree.

However, at this critical moment...

"Boom!"

The once clear sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, instantly blocking out all the sunlight.

A terrifying pressure that sent shivers down from the heavens.

"You beast!"

A chillingly indifferent voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

It was devoid of any emotion, yet it was like a divine judgment, carrying supreme majesty.

"You shouldn't... have unleashed the Dark Chaos!"

As the words fell.

"Snap—!!!"

A massive bolt of purple lightning tore through the sky.

It crashed down from the depths of the dark clouds with an aura of destruction.

This bolt of lightning was too fast, so fast that it transcended the boundaries of time.

The once arrogant demon was now as insignificant as an ant before this bolt of lightning.

It didn't even have time to think about running away.

"ah--!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream rang out.

The purple lightning instantly pierced through the demon's body.

Those seemingly indestructible silver scales were as fragile as paper under the thunder.

The demon's body trembled violently amidst the lightning and began to disintegrate inch by inch.

A deep fear finally appeared in its eyes.

It recognized the force.

"The Eight Ancient Clans... the Ji Family!!!"

With its last breath, it roared out this name.

next second.

Its body turned to ashes completely, leaving not a trace.

Completely annihilated.

After the thunder.

The dark clouds dispersed as quickly as if they had never been there.

Sunlight once again fell upon the banks of the Luo River.

The sky cleared up and became cloudless.

The apocalyptic scene I just witnessed seemed like an illusion.