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

An indescribable air of nobility emanated from him.

He was a true gentleman, a fine young man in a corrupt world.

This creates a striking visual contrast with the dilapidated and bloody environment.

"Holy crap! Who's that guy? He's so handsome!"

"A gentleman as refined as jade, unparalleled in the world! That's the only phrase on my mind!"

"His aura is absolutely stunning! He's like a celestial being who stepped out of a painting!"

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

The originally oppressive atmosphere instantly became lively because of the appearance of this mysterious person.

Zhang Xing swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.

He discovered that several corpses lay at the feet of the mysterious masked man.

There were the two Japanese men, and also the wealthy merchant Yang Wenju.

And in the distant Seven-Colored Pool.

Ren Quanxu was soaking in the water. Although he looked like he was unconscious, his chest was still rising and falling, so he was obviously still alive.

However, the color of the seven-colored pool seems to have faded considerably.

“Who…who are you?”

Zhang Xing mustered his courage and asked in a trembling voice.

"Did you kill all of these people?"

I heard a sound.

The masked young man slowly turned around.

His movements were elegant and composed, without the slightest hint of murderous intent.

Through the eye holes of the mask, one can see a pair of deep, star-like eyes.

He looked at Zhang Xing but did not answer immediately.

Instead, he glanced indifferently at the live streaming equipment in Zhang Xing's hand.

Then, he chuckled softly.

The laughter was clear and gentle, like a spring breeze.

"My name is Hime-michi."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Gentle, refined, with a natural magnetism.

"This is not a place for you, mortal."

It was just one sentence.

The female viewers in the live stream went completely crazy.

"Ahhh! That sound! I'm pregnant!"

"So swoon-worthy! This is way too swoon-worthy!"

"Hime Dao? His surname is Ji? Could he be...?"

The male audience members also expressed their appreciation.

"This guy's got real class!"

"Even though he's wearing a mask, I have to admire his charisma."

Zhang Xing was slightly taken aback when he heard the name.

For some reason, the tension in his heart inexplicably subsided when facing this mysterious person.

It seems that the other person possesses a reassuring charm.

Then.

The man who called himself Hime-michi seemed to remember something.

He tilted his head slightly and added a sentence.

"Of course, you can also call me Ji Xuanyuan."

boom!

This statement was like a bombshell, instantly exploding in the live stream.

"Ji Xuanyuan?! He's that prophetic emperor?"

"Holy crap! The real deal has appeared!"

"My God! That big shot who's always giving orders on Tieba is so young? And so charismatic?"

"I thought he was some old geezer! Turns out he's an incredibly handsome guy!"

Everyone was shocked.

Although I can't see his whole face, I can tell just by his voice, his figure, and his demeanor.

They are absolutely top-tier.

Many people are speculating how stunning his face would be if he took off his mask.

It would probably drive countless girls crazy.

They learned that the other party was the mysterious "Ji Xuanyuan".

Zhang Xing also breathed a long sigh of relief.

Since they are from the Ji family, they shouldn't be bad people.

After all, the Ji family had just saved everyone.

"Um... Young Master Ji, Great God Ji."

Zhang Xing pointed incoherently to the pond in the distance.

"That's my brother, is he... is he still alive? Can I take him with me?"

As he spoke, he looked around warily.

"This place is too dangerous; there were so many ghostly figures just now..."

Upon hearing this...

Beneath the mask, "Himedo" had a faint smile on her lips.

"Don't worry."

He casually flicked his sleeve.

"Those demons, and those so-called dark disturbances."

"They've all been wiped out by me."

"They will never appear again."

An understatement.

It's like saying, "I just stepped on an ant."

Zhang Xing was completely stunned.

He recalled the echoing sound that had just reverberated in the sky outside the Dragon Gate.

"You beast, you shouldn't have unleashed this dark chaos!"

That voice, although different in tone from the young master's voice, had a timbre that was somewhat similar!

Is it...

Is that the powerful being who just summoned thunder and could cover the sky with one hand the one in front of us?

Zhang Xing gasped.

The viewers in the live stream were completely stunned at that moment.

"It's confirmed! He was definitely the one who made the move!"

"My goodness! He looks so refined, but he can destroy the world with a single move?"

"Not only is his temperament exceptional, but his strength is also extraordinary! This is the true protagonist template!"

"Ji Xuanyuan! Eternal God!"

Looking at the extreme admiration in everyone's eyes.

Beneath the mask.

Wan Xingwang, the main character, was barely suppressing a smile.

"What Ji Dao, what Ji Xuanyuan, those are all my alternate accounts." Wan Xingwang didn't seem to notice Zhang Xing's restraint.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as deep as stars.

He slowly swept his gaze across the carnage beneath his feet.

Dozens of corpses lay scattered on the ground.

Some had holes pierced through their chests, riddled with bullets from the Japanese machine guns.

Some were charred black, their life essence drained by the turbulent shadows of darkness.

Some even had missing limbs and died in extremely gruesome ways.

"Ugh."

Wan Xingwang let out a very soft sigh.

The sigh, though not loud, echoed through the desolate palace ruins, carrying a sense of sorrow and compassion.

"It is indeed not easy for ancient families to rise above others."

"For mortals to survive in this era of great strife is as difficult as ascending to heaven."

He seemed to be talking to himself, yet also to the millions of viewers behind the screen.

Then, he slowly stretched out his hands.

Long, slender fingers moved gently in the air, as if plucking some unseen strings.

"That is..."

Zhang Xing's eyes widened, and he unconsciously held his breath.

A strange energy fluctuation instantly enveloped the entire ruins.

There was no howling wind, nor lightning or thunder.

But this force is both gentle and firm, defying the constraints of gravity.

"Splash—"

The sound of rolling gravel filled the air.

Those corpses that were already dead suddenly rose from the ground.

It was as if countless unseen hands were supporting them.

Dozens of corpses slowly floated up and surrounded Wan Xingwang.

The scene was both eerie and imbued with a strange sense of sacredness.

Zhang Xing swallowed hard, unable to suppress his doubts any longer.

He mustered his courage and cautiously moved closer.

"Young Master Ji... what are you doing...?"