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

The banks of the Luo River were deathly silent.

Tens of thousands of onlookers all maintained the same posture at that moment.

They looked up, staring blankly at the spot where the terrifying monster had vanished.

There was nothing there, no corpses, no bloodstains.

Not even a single feather of that arrogant demon was left behind.

Utter annihilation.

This is the method of the Taigu Ji family.

"Gurgle..."

The silence was broken by the sound of someone swallowing.

Immediately following was a cacophony of noise, like a tsunami.

"My God! What was that? It vaporized?"

"The Ancient Ji Family... Is this the legendary ancient family?"

"That voice just now sounded like a deity issuing a judgment!"

The chat in the live stream was absolutely frenzied.

The server was on the verge of crashing several times.

Countless words refreshed like a waterfall, making it impossible to discern the specific content.

But all the comments pointed to the same keyword—the Ji family.

Some people immediately thought of the mysterious ID "姬轩辕" that had appeared on Tieba before.

"Ji Xuanyuan is really not bragging!"

"He once said that the eight ancient tribes have a long history and unfathomable cultural heritage."

"I initially thought he was a novelist, but it turns out he's a real person!"

Viewers in front of the screen felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

They finally witnessed what it meant to be terrifying to have a legacy spanning ten thousand years.

It was just a bolt of lightning.

That demon that could easily slaughter tens of thousands of people,

To wipe them out like swatting a fly.

Is this kind of power truly something that humans can possess?

"That's terrifying... If all eight ancient clans were to mobilize..."

Who in this world can stop us?

"This is true strength! This is the true guardian of the Great Xia!"

"Those so-called top ten families in the West aren't even worthy of carrying the shoes of the Ji family, are they?"

The crowd discussed amongst themselves, their voices filled with awe, even fear.

It was as if they had pushed open the door to a new world.

Behind the door lies a bizarre and fantastical mythological world teeming with powerful beings.

however.

While everyone was still reeling from the shock of the Ji family's strength...

A sudden change occurred.

Suddenly, a sickening grinding sound came from the direction of Lungmen, which had been calm.

It's like countless fingernails scratching at glass.

"Look! What's that?"

Someone pointed at the dilapidated Dragon Gate and shouted in terror.

All eyes turned to that direction.

All that could be seen were the ruins of the long-collapsed palace.

Streams of pitch-black mist were silently seeping out.

This fog is unlike any smoke I've ever seen before.

It was so black, so pure, so profound.

It was as if even light shining through would be completely swallowed up.

Moreover, the black mist continues to condense and spread.

It only took a few breaths.

The once clear sky was once again shrouded in gloom.

An aura a hundred times colder and more evil than that of the silver-haired demon from before instantly spread out.

"There seems to be something in that fog!"

A sharp-eyed person on the shore let out a piercing scream.

The crowd erupted into commotion once again.

Everyone strained their eyes, trying to see through the thick black fog.

next second.

Everyone's scalp tingled.

Within the churning black mist, twisted ghostly figures could be seen weaving about.

They have no specific form.

It looked like clumps of mud, or like elongated shadows.

Only those pairs of scarlet eyes sounded particularly jarring in the darkness.

It was filled with tyranny, greed, and destructive desires.

"Run! Run!"

"Here it comes again! Even scarier than the last one!"

Fear spread like a plague.

The crowd, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, were plunged into a desperate escape once again.

Cries, shoving, and curses filled the air.

But this time, they couldn't escape.

The speed at which the black fog spread was simply unreasonable.

It was like a flood bursting its banks, surging forth from within the Dragon Gate.

In the blink of an eye.

Several kilometers of the Luo River, as well as the land on both banks, were shrouded in this terrifying darkness.

The original palace ruins are no longer visible.

All the secrets, all the treasures, are buried in this endless darkness.

"Waaaaah—"

A chilling wind howled.

The ghostly figures with scarlet eyes let out chilling howls.

These are the dark turmoil depicted in the murals.

This is a bizarre existence born solely for destruction.

They need no reason, nor any purpose.

Any living creature is their prey.

A chilling aura instantly enveloped everyone's body.

The people running suddenly felt their legs become incredibly heavy.

It was as if it were filled with lead.

Immediately following was a deep, bone-chilling numbness.

The blood seemed to stop flowing, and the heart seemed to stop beating.

"I...I can't move!"

"Help! Someone please help me!"

Countless people were horrified to find that their bodies had frozen in place.

They could only watch helplessly as those terrifying ghostly figures appeared.

It approached step by step, carrying a nauseating, fishy smell.

True despair.

When they faced the silver-haired demon just now, they were able to run and hide.

But faced with this darkness and turmoil, they didn't even have the right to resist.

They could only wait for death, like lambs to the slaughter.

The cries from both sides of the strait gradually turned into desperate roars.

The voice was so piercing and stern that it could move even the most hard-hearted person.

Are we going to die?

"Where is the powerful figure from the Ji family? We beg you, please make one more move!"

Countless people prayed frantically in their hearts.

Just as the first ghostly figure was about to pounce on a little girl and tear her to pieces...

"Boom!"

Another loud bang echoed in the sky.

This sound was different from the explosive force of thunder.

It is more substantial and more majestic.

It was as if the heavens were enraged.

Followed by.

A gigantic hand, obscuring the sky, descended from the clouds without warning.

That hand is too big.

It was so large that it almost covered the entire sky above the Luo River.

The palm lines are clearly visible, each line resembling a surging mountain range.

It pressed down slowly, carrying an indescribable, immense power.

"That is..."

The desperate crowd looked up, and the flame of hope was rekindled in their eyes.

The moment that giant hand touched the black mist.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

It was like throwing a red-hot iron into ice and snow.

The once invincible black mist, which seemed capable of devouring everything, began to churn violently.

Then came the widespread collapse.

Those ghostly figures hidden in the black mist seemed to have encountered their natural enemy.

They let out terrified screams.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

They fled frantically, trying to burrow back underground and hide in the Dragon Gate.

However, the power of that giant hand sealed everything off.

Faced with this absolute power, all struggles are futile.

A large hand suddenly scooped it up.

It's like a fisherman pulling in his net.

The entire black mist, along with all the ghostly figures within it, was grasped in the palm of his hand.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

He gripped the large hand with a slight force.

All the darkness crumbled.

"The ancient Ji family! You will all die a horrible death!"

A roar filled with resentment and unwillingness echoed from the dissipating black mist, reverberating in everyone's ears.

Those were the last words of the darkness and turmoil.