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

The golden ginseng king's aged face seemed to let out a silent sigh.

Then it came to a complete standstill, with no further signs of any spiritual energy flowing through it.

"call……"

Gao Yanqiang let out a long breath, as if he had just finished running a marathon.

He leaned against the tree root, feeling utterly exhausted.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; the sweat mixed with dirt made him look disheveled.

Just as he was about to get up and take this rare treasure into his possession.

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly caught sight of a rock face not far away.

It was a shady crevice, never seeing sunlight and extremely damp.

But in that darkness, a red light flickered faintly.

In that instant, Gao Yanqiang's breathing became rapid again.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, almost jumping out of my throat.

"That is..."

Ignoring his weak legs, he crawled over on his hands and feet.

In the dark, damp crevices of the rock wall,

A lingzhi mushroom, fiery red in color and resembling a condensed flame, is growing quietly.

It's only the size of a palm, yet it radiates an astonishing amount of heat.

The surface shimmered with a faint flame light.

The naturally formed flame patterns are even clearly visible on the flesh walls.

"A thousand-year-old fire-resistant Ganoderma lucidum!"

Gao Yanqiang gasped in a low voice, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"The medicinal value of this thing is definitely no less than that of the Golden Ginseng King from before!"

He brought the camera closer so that viewers in the live stream could see every line on it.

"Look at these flame patterns, everyone. They are a symbol of the condensation of the ultimate Yang energy of heaven and earth."

"This precious medicine is very useful for those who cultivate Yang-attribute techniques."

It's absolutely priceless!

The live stream chat exploded with a deluge of comments, densely covering the entire screen.

"Holy crap! Lao Gao, did you just step in dog poop? What kind of divine luck is this?"

"I just found a golden doll, and now I've found a fire doll? Is this even human?"

"This is so illogical! Why is it that when I go out, all I can find are discarded face masks, while he finds thousands of years-old precious medicines?"

"I want to go to the Qinling Mountains too! I want to be a herb gatherer!"

Is it too late to resign now?

The screen was filled with comments of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Some people even began to suspect that this was either a script or special effects.

After all, these legendary things keep appearing one after another.

This is really pushing people's psychological limits.

But amidst the envy, a huge question arose in the minds of many.

"Old Gao, I just can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out."

"Since there are so many treasures here, picking up just one could change your fate against all odds."

"Why aren't big shots like Ji Xuanyuan and the village guardians coming to take it?"

"With their strength, wouldn't it be a piece of cake for them to get these things?"

"As easy as taking something out of a bag, right?"

Even if you don't use it yourself, you can leave it for someone close to you or for a younger generation in your family!

These are all strategic resources!

This question resonated widely.

Everyone tagged Gao Yanqiang, hoping that this man from a family with a long tradition of martial arts and culture would show his support.

A knowledgeable "know-it-all" can answer your questions.

At this time, Gao Yanqiang was actually in very bad condition.

The strong medicinal aroma made him dizzy and lightheaded, and the feeling of oxygen intoxication grew stronger and stronger.

But he still professionally glanced at the comments, mustered his spirits, and sat down on a rock.

He took a deep breath, unscrewed the kettle, and took a sip of water, trying to clear his head.

"Brothers, you're just judging a celestial being by the standards of a mortal."

Gao Yanqiang waved at the camera with a wry smile on his face.

"You consider these things treasures, but what are they to beings of that level?"

He pointed to the fire lingzhi mushroom, his tone tinged with emotion.

"Ji Xuanyuan and the village guards, beings of that level..."

Perhaps they have already touched the threshold of becoming immortals.

"You could even say they've already stepped one foot into the realm of immortality."

"To them, these precious medicinal herbs that are hundreds or thousands of years old are no different from the weeds by the roadside."

As he said this, a deep sense of awe flashed in his eyes.

"Consuming these mundane precious medicines will not only fail to increase their cultivation level, but may even taint their immortal bodies due to the excessive impurities."

"What they are pursuing is a purer and higher principle of the Great Dao."

The viewers in the live stream were completely stunned.

"And don't forget."

Gao Yanqiang continued, his voice weak but firm.

"You can't even imagine how terrifying the legacy of the ancient Ji family and the village guardians is."

"That is the heritage passed down from the ancient mythological era."

"They might even possess the true method of refining elixirs of immortality."

"If you have mountains of gold and silver at home, who would want these few pieces of scrap metal?"

These words were like a wake-up call, making the audience suddenly realize the truth.

What are priceless treasures in the eyes of mortals are nothing but dust in the eyes of gods.

With this topic resolved, people started debating again about who was stronger between the two big shots.

This is a perennial hot topic on the internet.

"I think the village keeper is the best; he's been guarding that deserted village all this time."

It suppressed countless strange and unfathomable beings.

"Even that real dragon had to coil up when it saw him last time. Who can compare to his prestige?"

A netizen with the ID "Guardian of the Village" excitedly posted comments.

"Ji Xuanyuan is really something, okay? Didn't you guys watch the live stream just now?"

"Suppressing two ancient powerful beings with a flick of the wrist—that's a real achievement!"

That giant golden hand was absolutely stunning!

Another group of netizens who supported Hime-michi immediately refuted this, their words filled with admiration.

Gao Yanqiang looked at the arguments on the screen, cleared his throat, and analyzed in a deep voice.

"In my opinion, these two are roughly equal in strength."

"They all belong to the kind of people who are just one step away from becoming immortals."

It could even ascend to heaven in broad daylight at any moment.

"One is the bloodline of the first human ancestor, and the other is the mysterious legacy of the Night Watch."

"If a war really breaks out, the entire China will probably be destroyed."

The audience immediately pressed, "Then why don't they ascend to immortality? Since they can become immortals..."

Why remain in this mortal world?

Gao Yanqiang touched the stubble on his chin.

"That's hard to say."

"Perhaps there's some kind of bond, or it's to protect someone."

"Or perhaps..."

He paused, his gaze becoming deep.

"Perhaps there's some unfinished business, or some mission that must be completed."

After saying this, he ignored the speculations in the comments and began to focus on the precious medicine in his hands.

Time waits for no one; this is a dangerous place, and every second we stay increases the danger.

He carefully placed the plant, which was about the length of an arm...

The golden ginseng king, with its dense roots, was pulled up from the soil.