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

"We have no data to support this."

"After all, they are mythical creatures, their genetic locks..."

It's probably ten thousand times more complex than we imagine.

The discussion has once again reached a stalemate.

The two-thousand-year gap in time has buried too many truths.

Those ancient books and secret techniques that can solve puzzles,

They have long since vanished into thin air in the long river of history.

All that remains for posterity is endless speculation and mystery.

Ye Yuhang stood by the window, looking at the dark night outside, remaining silent.

After a long while, he slowly turned around.

"Do you remember what Ji Xuanyuan said?"

All eyes immediately focused on him.

Ye Yuhang took a deep breath, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

He said, "The Great Wilderness."

He said that only by ascending to the Great Wilderness could one break the shackles of this world.

"That may be the origin of mythology."

Upon hearing this, Nie Xinghua nodded heavily.

He put down the test report in his hand, his expression solemn.

"Old Ye is right."

"We are like frogs at the bottom of a well, looking at the sky from the bottom of the well."

"This meager understanding is far from sufficient to grasp the full picture of mythology."

"Perhaps we'll have to wait until someday in the future."

"There really are people who can shatter the void and ascend to the Great Wilderness, just like in the legends."

"Only then can we bring back the truth of that world."

These words silenced everyone present.

Great wasteland.

That mysterious world that exists only in a few words in ancient books,

What secret is hidden inside?

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it for now.

All eyes turned to Ren Quanxu once again.

He is currently the only "living specimen" and the key to solving the mystery.

Nie Xinghua walked to the bedside, his eyes filled with the concern of an old father.

As a biologist, his biggest worry is the collapse of genes.

"Xiao Ren, how are you feeling right now?"

"Do you feel like something is moving around inside your body?"

"Or is it sudden changes in temperature? Or throbbing pain in the blood vessels?"

Nie Xinghua asked questions while holding a stethoscope.

It was carefully placed on the scales on Ren Quanxu's chest.

Ren Quanxu scratched his head, his scale-covered fingers making a "crackling" rubbing sound.

"Professor Nie, I'm really fine."

"Aside from being hungry, I felt full of energy."

"Even if you asked me to carry a huge cauldron right now, I think I could carry it and run two laps."

At this point, Ren Quanxu's eyes became somewhat unfocused.

He raised his hand, looking at the layers of scales that gleamed coldly.

His tone carried a hint of uncertain expectation.

"Professor Nie... do you think I'll really turn into a dragon someday?"

"You mean... a real dragon with horns, claws, and the ability to fly through the clouds?"

This was too surreal for him.

Yesterday he was just an ordinary streamer, today he's become a half-human, half-dragon monster... no, a divine being.

Nie Xinghua saw through his thoughts.

The old professor reached out and patted Ren Quanxu on the shoulder.

"Silly child, what are you afraid of?"

"You have the blood of a dragon, that's a wonderful thing."

"This proves you are a true 'Descendant of the Dragon'!"

"So many people beg and plead, hoping to get even this small opportunity, but they can't get it."

"If I could really transform into a dragon, that would be an instant ascension to heaven, a leap into the ranks of immortals!"

"That's incredibly lucky! Not a terrible ordeal!"

Ren Quanxu was stunned for a moment, then grinned.

Yes, I am a descendant of the dragon.

If I become a dragon, that's something to be proud of, what's there to be afraid of?

With his inner conflict resolved, the fear in his eyes dissipated.

Instead, there is an unprecedented confidence.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, on the banks of the Luo River.

This place is no longer the tourist hotspot it once was.

The Great Xia army surrounded the area like an iron torrent, leaving no way out.

Armored vehicles lined up in a long queue, radars fully activated, infrared scans covering every inch of the land.

The lesson learned from the last time Japanese ninjas infiltrated the Dragon Palace was too profound.

That was a disgrace to the Great Xia Dynasty, and it must never happen again.

"Not even a fly is allowed in!"

"Anyone who dares to approach the cordon, regardless of who they are, will be warned first; if they don't listen, open fire!"

This is a direct order.

At midday, the sun was shining brightly.

The Luo River, which had been flowing calmly, suddenly began to boil without warning.

"Glug glug—"

It was as if the river had been boiled; huge bubbles surged up from the bottom.

It exploded.

Followed by.

"boom!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The once gentle river water seemed to be violently grabbed by an invisible hand.

Nine enormous water columns, each tens of meters thick, roared and shot into the sky!

Soaring straight into the sky!

The scene was absolutely spectacular.

It was as if nine water dragons were dancing wildly in the air, stirring up the wind and clouds.

The entire Luo River defied gravity and was suspended directly in the sky!

Then, it plunged straight down!

"Splash—"

A massive torrent of water cascaded down from the sky, like the Milky Way falling from the heavens, crashing onto the riverbed and creating towering waves.

The once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds.

The thick clouds hung low, seemingly within reach.

Deep within the clouds, the phantom of a majestic celestial palace appears and disappears.

"Snap!"

A bolt of purple lightning ripped through the sky, followed by a deafening roar.

The earth was trembling.

Li Mubai, the division commander in charge of guarding the Luo River, was standing on the roof of the command vehicle at that moment.

He stared in disbelief at the apocalyptic scene before him.

He didn't even realize that the cigarette in his mouth had fallen to the ground.

"My goodness..."

"This is way too exaggerated! Even movies wouldn't dare to film like this!"

As a veteran who had seen countless battles, he was used to seeing gunfire everywhere.

But faced with this supernatural mythical power, he still felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Quickly! Report this immediately!"

"Connected to the Grand Elder's hotline! Highest level red alert!"

Li Mubai roared.

The call was answered quickly.

The elder's calm and authoritative voice came from the other end.

"What's the panic! The sky isn't going to fall!"

Although the elder spoke calmly, a closer listener could sense a hint of tension in his voice.

"Could you contact Ji Xuanyuan?"

"With such a commotion here, only he can keep things in order."

Li Mubai reported to his supervisor with a bitter face:

"Reporting to the Grand Elder! We can't get in touch with him!"

"That guy is elusive; he disappeared after his last live stream."

"We don't have his contact information!"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, a cold command was issued.

"Then we'll rely on ourselves!"

"Pass on my order: dispatch two additional regiments to immediately reinforce Luoshui!"

"All air defense missile systems activated, airspace locked!"

"Any suspicious person who dares to approach the core area..."

No need to ask for permission, just shoot them!

"It's better to kill the innocent than to let foreign forces infiltrate."

"yes!"

Li Mubai stood at attention, saluted, and loudly accepted the order.

After hanging up the phone, he took a deep breath, looked at the upside-down river, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.