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

His voice was trembling, half from fear and half from excitement.

Wan Xingwang turned his head to the side and then said softly:

"Save them."

Just these four simple words.

"Save...save him?"

Zhang Xing's voice instantly rose eight octaves, almost cracking.

He stared in disbelief at the mutilated corpses, his mind a complete blank.

"But...but they're already dead!"

"Some of them are completely dead, they're not even breathing anymore, how can we save them?"

Wan Xingwang did not answer immediately.

Suddenly, two brilliant lights shone in his eyes.

That wasn't ordinary light.

Instead, it was a pale blue halo that was pure to the extreme.

"boom--"

Like a floodgate opened.

The pale blue halo burst forth instantly.

The entire dilapidated palace was bathed in a deep blue hue.

Bathed in this blue light, Zhang Xing felt as if every pore on his body had opened up.

That feeling of fatigue vanished completely, and even the minor scratches from before started to itch and heal.

"Human cognition is ultimately limited."

Wan Xingwang's voice rang out in the blue light, carrying a transcendent and ethereal quality.

"In your view, the cessation of breathing is death."

"But in my view, as long as the soul has not left the body, and the three souls and seven spirits have not dispersed..."

Damage to the physical body is merely a break in the skin.

As he spoke, he manipulated the immense life energy, channeling it into each corpse.

"As long as one's cultivation level is high enough, repairing the physical body and restoring vitality is not difficult."

"A great era of contention is approaching, and the rules of heaven and earth are changing."

"It's alright if you know the truth about this world in advance."

These words were, of course, deliberately spoken by Wan Xingwang for everyone to hear.

He saved these people not because of any overflowing maternal instinct.

In this cruel world of cultivation, compassion is often cheap.

His real purpose was to "manifest his divine power".

It's all for the sake of the "Ancient Ji Family" brand.

It is deeply imprinted in the hearts of all mankind, becoming an insurmountable myth.

As for the future?

If anyone were to die because of greed, he would not even glance at them.

But today is an exception.

"Look! Look at that wound!"

In the live stream, some sharp-eyed viewers exclaimed in surprise.

The camera faithfully captured this incredible moment.

Under the nourishment of the blue light, the two shocking bloody holes in Yang Wenju's chest began to writhe.

Pink granulation tissue grows and intertwines at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The broken bones made a "crackling" sound and automatically reconnected.

The shattered internal organs are being rebuilt, and the lost blood is flowing back.

It only took a few breaths.

The penetrating wound, which could have been fatal, healed completely without leaving a single scar!

"My God...this is not scientific!"

"Is this some kind of magic? Or some kind of divine art?"

"Newton must be turning in his grave!"

"I originally thought the Ji family was only good at fighting, but I didn't expect they could also heal?"

"Is this the foundation of the eight ancient clans?"

"Bringing the dead back to life, healing flesh and bones—this is terrifying!"

At this moment, the worldviews of all the viewers are collapsing and being rebuilt.

They originally thought that the so-called ancient family,

In other words, they are highly skilled in martial arts or have mastered some advanced technology.

But now it seems, this is hardly just a little stronger?

This completely overturned the scope of modern medical and scientific understanding.

Zhang Xing stood to the side, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

He looked at the corpses, which had been charred black as charcoal.

At this moment, the surface layer of dark skin is peeling off, revealing the newly formed pink skin underneath.

The shock was more intense than watching any special effects blockbuster.

He suddenly remembered everything that had happened on the banks of the Luo River.

At that time, demons ran rampant and evil spirits raged.

If it weren't for the intervention of this young master Ji, the entire area along both banks of the Luo River would probably be a dead land by now.

A deep sense of awe and gratitude welled up in my heart.

Zhang Xing quickly straightened his clothes and bowed deeply to Wan Xingwang.

This bow was one of heartfelt admiration.

"Young Master Ji... no, Great God Ji!"

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"If you hadn't just stepped in and killed those demons..."

It saved tens of thousands of people.

"I have no idea what kind of hell this day will turn into."

Wanxingwang continues to maintain its energy output.

Upon hearing Zhang Xing's thanks, he merely turned his head slightly, his expression indifferent.

"It was just a small favor."

His tone was calm and even.

"I saved them because they were still worth saving."

Wan Xingwang paused, his voice becoming more serious.

"According to the rules, in this era of great strife,"

Those who die because of greed or the struggle for the chance to achieve immortality are only reaping what they sowed.

"I won't save that kind of person."

"but……"

His gaze fell on the floating corpses.

"These people, though they also came for the opportunity, at the last moment..."

They were trying to stop the two Japanese men from damaging the murals.

"They died trying to stop the outbreak of dark turmoil."

"This is the greater good."

"And their lives are not yet over, their lifespan has not yet ended."

"That's why I made an exception and took action to defy fate."

This explanation is both reasonable and demonstrates the wisdom of a master.

The viewers in the live stream suddenly realized what was going on.

"So that's how it is! Is this what they call karma?"

"Master Ji is right! Greed leading to death is not worthy of sympathy."

But for the greater good, they must be saved!

"Immeasurable merit! This is a true guardian deity!"

"Waaah, although Mr. Yang was a bit obsessed at first..."

But that last act of blocking the bullet was really manly; he deserved to be saved!

Suddenly, a comment caught everyone's attention.

"What about those two Japanese? They were also killed by the ghost. Will Princess Hime save them?"

"Yes! The camera just panned across them, and those two Japanese soldiers were lying on the ground too."

"Don't save them! They're two beasts!"

"Were the eight ancient tribes only protecting the Great Xia people?"

Zhang Xing also caught a glimpse of this comment.

He also had his doubts.

With this young master Ji's extraordinary abilities, if he wanted to save him, he certainly could.

He hesitated for a moment, looking at Wan Xingwang's focused figure as he cast his spell, wanting to say something but holding back.

Wan Xingwang, however, seemed oblivious to these noises.

He continues to release energy.

To be brought back to life is to defy the heavens and violate the laws of nature.

It is only because he now has the system's support that he can squander energy like this.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, they would probably have been vomiting blood from the backlash long ago.

Time passed by, second by second.

About five minutes later.

Seeing that Wan Xingwang still looked relaxed, Zhang Xing cautiously took the opportunity to ask:

"Um...Young Master Ji."

"I'd like to ask a question on behalf of everyone in the live stream."

"You and your family... that is, the eight ancient clans."

"Does it only protect our Great Xia territory?"