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

As the other protagonist at the center of this storm, "Invincible West" is clearly in a difficult position.

Or perhaps they were truly blinded by the so-called "glory of the Lord".

He publicly posted a message on Weibo.

【Invincible West】: Since you all don't believe in science, then I will personally shatter your illusions!

【Invincible in the West】: I've already booked my plane ticket, and I'm flying to the Qinling Mountains tomorrow!

【Invincible in the West】: I will live stream the whole thing so everyone can see that the so-called ancient forbidden land is nothing more than a desolate and dilapidated village!

【Invincible in the West】: If what Ji Xuanyuan said is false, then this farce will come to a complete end, and the lie will be exposed on its own!

The number of comments under this post instantly exceeded 10,000.

"Support Invincible! Go expose that liar!"

"Although I don't like you, I'm backing you this time. Go and see what the truth is!"

"I've already bought my sunflower seeds and drinks, now I'm just waiting for the live stream!"

"I want to go too! I'm also near the Qinling Mountains, let's team up!"

Many people expressed their intention to go together, some to expose the fraud, some to make a pilgrimage, and many more simply to ride the wave of popularity.

As the instigator of all this, Wan Xingwang is currently lying on the old bamboo chair at the entrance of the village committee.

The warm sunshine of early summer felt so comforting that it made me want to doze off.

He leisurely picked his teeth, squinting as he watched the white clouds drifting across the sky.

"Go ahead and make a scene, the bigger the better."

Only when the event becomes a major public spectacle can the awe-inspiring arrival of this myth truly resonate with people.

I glanced at the time on my phone.

The sun is high in the sky, it's about time.

Wan Xingwang sat up straight, his expression becoming slightly more serious.

He reached into his pocket and carefully pulled out the black card that he always kept close to his body.

Miracle Creation Card.

This is a card made of a very special material.

It feels neither gold nor jade to the touch, and has a strange, icy coolness.

The card was entirely black, with no words on it, only intricate and obscure patterns that seemed to be flowing.

"The explorers are probably already on their way."

Wan Xingwang stroked the edge of the card, muttering to himself.

"Since guests are coming, as the host, I should decorate the house properly."

"We can't expect people to travel all that way just to see a bunch of dilapidated mud houses, can we?"

"We must ensure that eerie, ancient, and immortal aura truly spreads throughout this desolate and forbidden land."

He checked the card's attributes again.

[Low-level Miracle Creation Card: Allows the user to create miracles within a five-kilometer radius, according to the user's wishes.]

Creates low-level mythological scenes or demons and monsters. Duration: Permanent.

Although it was only a low-level skill, it was already quite astonishing for Wan Xingwang at the moment.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to construct a mythological blueprint centered on this place.

The scenes he had described in his novels, the terrifying images that only existed in his imagination, were now vividly appearing in his mind.

"May miracles descend!"

Wan Xingwang suddenly opened his eyes, a thought flashing through his mind.

The black card in his hand instantly transformed into countless tiny black specks of light, dissipating into the air.

Immediately afterwards, the earth trembled slightly.

An indescribable wave instantly enveloped the entire deserted village.

Change has begun.

First, there are those dilapidated wooden doors at the entrance to the village.

The door frame, which was originally on the verge of collapse, seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible hand and disappeared into thin air.

Instead, two giant stone pillars rose from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a magnificent, breathtaking bronze gate stood tall at the entrance of the village.

The door is ten meters high and eight meters wide, and its entire surface has an ancient and weathered bluish-gray hue.

The door panels are engraved with countless mysterious and intricate patterns.

There were ferocious beast heads, distorted human faces, and some strange symbols whose names were completely unknown.

The entire door exudes an aura of solemnity and coldness, yet it makes one want to kneel in worship.

Wan Xingwang stood up and walked to the massive bronze door.

He reached out and gently touched the cold door.

"Thump—"

The instant their fingertips touched, it was as if a deep, muffled heartbeat exploded in his mind.

An indescribable feeling of unease welled up inside him, causing him to instinctively take a half-step back.

"Wow...this is so realistic..."

Wan Xingwang swallowed hard, his excitement growing stronger.

But this is just the beginning; changes are still unfolding deep within the village.

The eight dry wells that were originally scattered in various corners of the village have now undergone an astonishing transformation.

The weathered and cracked stone bricks at the wellhead, in a distorted light and shadow, all transformed into a heavy bronze material.

The well walls are also covered with patterns identical to those on the giant gate at the village entrance.

And the ancient well in the very center of the village has become enormous.

Sudden.

"hold head high--!!!"

A deep, resonant cry, seemingly from the ancient wilderness, suddenly emanated from the depths of the central well.

It spread along the earth to the other eight branch wells.

In an instant, the nine wells seemed to resonate with some kind of sound, humming.

The mountains, which had been filled with the chirping of birds and insects, fell into a deathly silence after that cry.

Wan Xingwang felt his scalp tingle and his heart pounding.

He mustered his courage, ran quickly to the central well, and peered inside.

The bottom of the well, which was originally pitch black, was now shimmering with light.

The well water was crystal clear, yet it gave the illusion of being bottomless.

That pool of water seemed to weigh a million pounds, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

The well walls are entirely cast in bronze and extend to the horizon.

Just as Wan Xingwang was intently examining the scene...

A huge golden shadow suddenly flashed beneath the water's surface.

The shadow was long and winding, covered with scales the size of a washbasin, and shimmered with a captivating golden light in the dark water.

"Splash—"

With a heavy thud of chains being dragged, the enormous creature flipped over underwater, stirring up huge whirlpools.

"A dragon...it really is a dragon..."

Although they are creatures created by a low-level divine miracle, they may not have the real ability to overturn rivers and seas.

But just the appearance and the aura alone are enough to stun all the mortals in the world!

At that moment, Wan Xingwang clearly felt a mysterious connection between himself and this desolate village that had undergone a great transformation.

It was as if the village had become a part of his body.

He could sense every corner of the village.

It can control every wisp of fog here.

He truly became the "guardian of the village".

The changes continue to spread.

In the southeast corner of the village, there used to be a wasteland.

At this moment, a magnificent bronze tower rose from the ground.