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

They have believed in God and Jesus since childhood.

But the Lord did not come when they were in their most desperate moment.

Instead, it was in the distant Eastern Great Xia.

They witnessed firsthand how the immortal vanquished demons with a single finger and saved the world.

This huge psychological gap made them begin to question the meaning of life.

I also began to feel awe for that mysterious ancient Eastern country.

Many people even started shouting "Master" and "God" in broken Chinese in the comments.

at the same time.

Across the ocean.

The United States, the White House, the highest-level war room.

A deathly silence.

On the huge screen, footage of Wan Xingwang rescuing people was playing.

Everyone present was one of the most powerful figures in the United States.

The president, the defense minister, the CIA director, the heads of several major conglomerates...

At this moment, their faces were extremely grim.

Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads.

What just happened completely overturned their understanding.

Thunder descends upon the world, covering the sky with a single hand.

Now it's like a miraculous recovery.

Each of these abilities is something that modern technology cannot explain or counter.

"Damn it..."

A president with blond hair and a consistently unreliable style,

But at this moment, he became unusually serious.

He pointed at the man wearing a gold mask on the screen, his voice a little hoarse.

"The Great Xia...they've hidden themselves far too well!"

"This terrifying power... if we continue to target them..."

"If this masked guy suddenly flies up above us,

Give us that "Thunder" thing...

I didn't dare continue because it seemed unreliable.

But everyone present had that image in their minds.

The White House was reduced to ruins, and Wall Street to scorched earth.

Their nuclear weapons and aircraft carrier battle groups are probably as laughable as toys in front of this person.

"Have you finished analyzing the intelligence from Tokyo?"

The president turned to look at the CIA director.

The CIA director wiped the sweat from his brow, his voice trembling.

"Mr. Unreliable".

"Based on our analysis, our firearms, even the latest missiles, are basically ineffective against those ghost-like creatures."

"And judging from the battle footage just now..."

"This Wan... no, this Ji Xuanyuan's strength far surpasses that of the headless ghost general from Japan."

"It's not even... a being of a different dimension."

Unreliable took a deep breath.

Although he seems crazy at times, he's not stupid.

He understood that times had changed.

Everything has changed completely.

"We only have a history of a little over two hundred years."

"And that ancient family... they've been around for tens of thousands of years!"

"Comparing us to them in terms of historical and cultural heritage? We're a joke!"

The president stood up abruptly, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"I don't want a disaster like a 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' to befall the streets of New York or Washington!"

"Relay my orders!"

He looked at Defense Secretary Joseph.

"Immediately! Right now! Cease all hostile actions against Great Xia!"

"We must form an alliance with Great Xia!"

"Whether it's the economy, strategy, or anything else, we must achieve comprehensive coordination!"

"besides!"

The unreliable tone turned unusually harsh.

"Notify all law enforcement agencies in the country, and those damn gangs."

"Starting today, it is strictly forbidden to provoke any person of Asian descent within our territory!"

"Not even a dishwasher or an international student can be touched!"

"Who knows if they are descendants of some ancient family that were lost to the world?"

"If some fool angers this being and our country is destroyed..."

"Then he is a sinner against all mankind!"

This command was like a Category 12 hurricane.

It quickly spread to every state and town in the United States.

……

Inside the Longmen Palace.

Wan Xingwang slowly withdrew his breath.

Looking at the lively people in front of him, he knew that today's performance had come to a perfect end.

"alright."

"Now that you're alive, you should leave quickly."

"This place is destroyed; there's no treasure left."

Wan Xingwang waved his hand and turned to leave.

Just then.

The group, finally coming to their senses, learned that it was this mysterious masked young master who had saved them.

"My benefactor! Thank you for your life-saving grace!"

"This is divine! This is truly a living deity!"

"Thump! Thump!"

Dozens of people knelt down in unison.

He kowtowed frantically to Wan Xingwang's back.

This time, it's from the bottom of my heart.

Especially Yang Wenju.

He knelt on the ground, feeling the vibrant life force within his body.

The weakness and pain that used to accompany him have completely disappeared now.

He even felt twenty years younger!

"My cancer...is my cancer cured too?"

Yang Wenju trembled with excitement, his eyes filled with fervent anticipation.

Wan Xingwang did not turn back.

He paused slightly but did not give a direct answer.

He simply raised one hand slightly.

A gentle force arose out of nowhere and lifted everyone who was kneeling on the ground up.

"Let's go back."

"Take care of yourself."

"Let's go back."

Wan Xingwang's voice echoed through the empty ruins, carrying an undeniable authority.

"I was given a second chance at life; I must not let it down again for the rest of my days."

His gaze swept over the lucky ones who had come back from the dead.

Finally, it stopped in the direction of the seven-colored pool.

There lies his sworn brother, Ren Quanxu.

Seeing this, Zhang Xing panicked and knelt down on the ground again with a thud.

Ignoring the pain in his knees from the pebbles on the ground, he kowtowed anxiously.

"Great Goddess Ji! Please!"

Zhang Xing's voice was choked with sobs, his face covered in tears and snot.

"Please, please save my brother! He's still in that pool and hasn't woken up!"

"If he dies, how am I supposed to explain it to my sister-in-law!"

Wan Xingwang's figure has begun to blur, as if it is merging into the void.

Hearing Zhang Xing's plea, he turned his head slightly.

Beneath the mask, a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"No need to worry."

His voice was ethereal, as if it came from the horizon.

"That kid has his own destiny."

"That is his destiny, and no one else can interfere."

The words fell.

Wan Xingwang's figure vanished completely, turning into specks of starlight and disappearing into the air.

Zhang Xing was left with a bewildered expression, and a group of survivors who were still worshipping him.

……

The live stream ended as Wan Xingwang left.

But the storm brought about by this live broadcast has only just begun to sweep across the globe.

The world was shaken.

The once stable international order was completely shattered on this day.

In the highest-level conference rooms of major countries, the most intense debates are taking place.