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

Some foreign netizens have attempted to interpret the power of immortals using "science".

"Is this so-called 'Thunder' some kind of high-energy electromagnetic weapon?"

"Was that enormous, sky-covering hand a holographic projection?"

These remarks immediately drew ridicule from netizens across China.

"Science? You're trying to explain science to a god? Are you out of your mind?"

"Electromagnetic weapons, my foot! Can your electromagnetic weapons understand human speech and distinguish friend from foe?"

"Admit it, this is cultivation! It's a dimension you can't comprehend!"

Even worse, discriminatory remarks based on region and bloodline have begun to appear frequently.

The sense of superiority among netizens from DaXia reached its peak at this moment.

"Stop researching, you bunch of barbarians."

"Cultivating immortality is the result of our ancestors' thousands of years of arduous cultivation."

It's something etched into our DNA.

"Your bloodline is inferior. Even if you memorize the entire history of the Great Xia Dynasty, you still won't be able to cultivate immortality!"

"You can't even recognize all the Chinese characters, yet you want to uncover the secrets of mythology? Dream on!"

This kind of statement is somewhat extreme.

But it represents the sentiments of the vast majority of Daxia people.

……

Faced with the closed gates of the Great Xia Kingdom, governments of various countries were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

They tried every possible method.

Diplomatic notes, economic incentives, and even private exchanges of benefits.

They tried to persuade Daxia to loosen its grip and allow their delegation to enter the country.

But Da Xia's attitude was as firm as an iron plate.

She won't listen to either soft or hard approaches.

"No means no."

"For national security reasons, please do not disturb further."

In the past, these foreign powers would have already united to exert pressure.

They even send aircraft carrier strike groups to conduct military exercises.

But now?

They wouldn't dare even if they had ten times the courage.

They were genuinely afraid.

Fearing that they might anger the Great Xia, that "Ji Xuanyuan" or some other powerful figure would fly directly over their capital.

Let's have a real "divine intervention".

If our own country were to experience something like the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons in Tokyo, or the dark turmoil in Lungmen, it would be a different story.

Who can bear the consequences?

There won't be any immortals to save them then.

This fear forced governments around the world to bow their proud heads before Great Xia.

But fear cannot completely suppress greed.

Since the hard approach doesn't work, let's try the soft approach.

Since they don't dare to use military pressure, they'll resort to moral blackmail.

A week later.

An international conspiracy targeting the Great Xia has quietly begun.

Leaders from multiple countries have been meeting frequently in private, plotting to use international public opinion to force Great Xia to submit.

Their reasoning is high-sounding: mythology is the common treasure of all mankind.

At the General Assembly of the Permanent Members of the United Nations Security Council.

The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight.

Representatives from various Western countries took turns speaking, their words flying.

"The revival of mythology concerns the fate of all humankind!"

"The Great Xia cannot selfishly keep these secrets to itself!"

"We demand that Great Xia release its research data on Dragon Gate and the Ancient Forbidden Land!"

"This is for the sake of the future of all humanity!"

Faced with this group of hypocritical scoundrels.

The spokesperson for Daxia simply smiled coldly, straightened his collar, and stood up.

His eyes were sharp as knives, scanning the entire room.

"The wealth of all mankind?"

"This is utterly ridiculous!"

The speaker's voice was strong and clear, as interpreted by simultaneous interpreter.

The echoes reverberated in the ears of every representative.

"Those ruins are on the land of our Great Xia."

"Those treasures are the legacy left to us by our ancestors."

"It was passed down by our ancestors through blood, sweat, and even sacrifice."

"What does this have to do with you?"

"Why should I share with you?"

The spokesperson slammed his hand on the table, making the water glass tremble.

"I'm telling you this clearly!"

"The legacy of the Great Xia Dynasty will never be traded! Nor will it ever be shared!"

"That's our root! That's our soul!"

These words were powerful and assertive, exuding an air of dominance.

Representatives from Western countries looked at each other, their faces turning pale and then red.

When they realized that force didn't work, they changed their tune.

"Well... at least let us learn something, okay?"

"We can send students abroad to learn the language and script of Bactria."

"We can also fund the establishment of an international school in Daxia."

Let our children immerse themselves in the culture of the Great Xia Dynasty from a young age.

"Is this alright?"

This tactic is called cultural infiltration, or boiling a frog in lukewarm water.

If the Great Xia agrees, decades later, on this land...

It will then be filled with a new generation that has been alienated.

But the higher-ups of Daxia had long seen through this trick.

The spokesperson snorted coldly.

"Learning languages ​​and writing systems? Sure."

"We welcome friends from all over the world to come and learn Chinese; this is a form of cultural exchange."

"But! You want to build a school in Daxia? You want to integrate different cultures?"

"Dream on, every inch of the Great Xia's territory belongs to its own people."

"The culture of Daxia is our spiritual home."

"You should keep your little schemes to yourselves!"

The representatives from various countries were completely dumbfounded.

They hadn't expected that the Great Xia's attitude would be so tough.

It is impervious to oil and salt, and leaks not a drop of water.

finally.

The meeting, which aimed to exert pressure, ended with representatives from various countries leaving disappointed.

……

When the news reached China, it caused an uproar online.

Countless netizens burst into laughter and mockery on the mythology forum, which was incredibly satisfying.

"Hahaha! It's so satisfying to see those foreign devils get their comeuppance!"

"Shameless! They actually want to use moral blackmail? They should take a good look at themselves in the mirror!"

"Return the wealth of all mankind? When you looted the Old Summer Palace, why didn't you say it was the wealth of all mankind?"

"This is the confidence of a great nation! This is the support given to us by our ancestors!"

"With the immortals as our backers, our Great Xia Dynasty is no longer what it used to be!"

"We'll never have to put up with these robbers again!"

The passionate young people stayed up all night.

They typed furiously on their keyboards, cheering for the country's tough diplomacy.

He angrily confronted those foreign netizens who were still unwilling to give up.

"Why are we not allowed to participate in this great struggle? This is discrimination!"

Some foreign netizens are making a fuss on the forum.

"Discrimination? Yes, it's discrimination!"

The netizens on DaXia immediately retorted.

"This is our Great Xia's mythology, what's it to you!"

"If you're so capable, then summon your god and Zeus!"

"If you don't have the ability, then shut up!"

"Trying to covet our ancestors' legacy? Not a chance!"

Just as online public opinion continued to ferment.

In reality, substantive research work is also underway.

A top-tier team of experts carefully selected by the state.

We have now arrived at the Dragon Gate restricted area.

This team has an extremely luxurious lineup.

It brings together the top history professors in the country,

A leading figure in biology and a giant in archaeology.

There are even several national treasure-level experts who specialize in ancient writing and folklore.

Residents within a 200-kilometer radius of the Luo River,

They have already received generous subsidies and the keys to their resettlement houses, and have happily moved out.

This area has been completely cleared out.

Ye Yuhang and Nie Xinghua.

These two elderly professors, who were once moved to tears during a live broadcast,

At this moment, I finally put on the protective suit and entered the Dragon Palace I had always dreamed of.