Chapter 347: Di Lan, Submit to the Law!

Run!

When that thought appeared in my mind, I didn't hesitate even a second, swiftly swimming upward with all my strength.

I am no match for him.

Moreover, this place is his territory to begin with.

But after I had swum up just a few meters, a howl came from behind me, and the sea instantly turned into a vortex, sucking me downward.

The White Dragon was like a cat that had caught a mouse, not in a hurry to swallow its prey, but playing with it… I am now that mouse being toyed with.

He isn't in a rush to kill me; another important reason is that he wants the inner elixir inside the Soul-guiding Lamp.

After several times, in the moment I was sucked down again by the vortex, my consciousness suddenly became hazy.

Then my right cheek began to feel hot and flushed.

Half of my body went numb, as if shocked by electricity, for a few seconds.

It was during those few seconds that I suffocated.

My already severely overtaxed lung lobes, during those few seconds of stillness, caused my brain to lack oxygen, leaving it blank.

When I regained my senses, I drifted like a withered leaf on the waves.

At that moment, the image of Liu Junyan flashed in my mind; I recalled the conclusions we had reached when discussing the Dībā pò.

Those conclusions matched the present situation by eighty percent.

Skeletal Remains as the frame, flesh growing, souls infused……They are trying to create a god!

No, there is no god here.

Only endless white bones and seething resentment.

What they can create is only a demon.

Whether it is a demon or resentment, for me it is advantageous.

I turned my body, struggled to stabilize my posture, and faced the White Dragon head‑on.

My right cheek continued to burn and ache; I knew my current physical state might not sustain the use of the Ancient Witchcraft Dream Weaving.

Still, I wanted to try.

I raised my hand, formed the seal, chanted the incantation, stomped hard with my foot, and thrust my palm toward the White Dragon's head with all my strength.

The White Dragon clearly hadn't expected that, even at this point, I would still think of resisting; it opened its massive jaws, let out a fierce roar at me, the sound waves driving the water to surge up instantly, forming a water column that came crashing down on me.

But at that very moment, I successfully activated the third chapter of the Ancient Witchcraft Dream Weaving, amplifying the nightmare.

The towering water wall suddenly collapsed.

The White Dragon ahead suddenly rolled in the water.

Even though I was in the water, I still heard the wails of ghosts and wolves, the chanting of monks, and intermittent agonized screams, rising and falling from all directions.

At first the sound seemed to come from the White Dragon's mouth, then it spread throughout its body.

Afterward, it emanated from the bone piles, from the tower……from all sides, enveloping everything, everywhere.

I endured my bodily discomfort, yet my heart felt elated.

I succeeded once again!

I amplified the White Dragon's nightmare.

And the White Dragon's nightmare is the collective nightmare of all living beings it has slaughtered.

At that moment, I truly believed I had won.

I even saw the White Dragon's white scales peeling off at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the flesh beneath.

But soon, the ghostly wails and wolf howls faded away.

The monks' chanting and cries of pain also disappeared.

The white scales grew back.

The White Dragon flew into a rage, dove down, and lunged at me.

Such a colossal creature—let alone using internal energy, a mere hard impact could kill me outright.

Why?

Amplifying the nightmare clearly worked; he obviously harbored resentment and inner demons.

What kind of formidable will allowed him, in this brief span, to re‑affirm his belief and resist the Ancient Witchcraft Dream Weaving's control?

Is he simply too powerful?

Or is my condition poor? Is my internal energy insufficient?

No.

If the problem lay in my own ability, I could never have succeeded from the start.

Therefore, the issue lies with him.

He is too strong.

So strong that even such intense resentment cannot shake his conviction.

In other words, I failed to pinpoint his weak spot, his inner demon!

What, exactly, is he most afraid of?

In a flash of lightning, a name suddenly surfaced in my mind.

A name I and Liu Junyan had specially obtained from the Special Affairs Handling Office, from Fang Chuan Sect!

I again activated the Ancient Witchcraft Dream Weaving, raised my right hand, met the White Dragon's huge dragon head, bolstered with internal energy, and shouted loudly: "Di Lan, submit to the law!"

Di Lan is the dharma name that Fang Chuan Sect discovered, suspected to be that of the founder of Dang Pu.

He was an evil monk.

Fang Chuan Sect's evaluation of him is "strange".

Appeared out of thin air, then disappeared out of thin air.

Besides this dharma name, nothing can be found.

But since the Linghai Forbidden Ground and Dang Pu are connected, then this name Di Luan might not be useless.

I even speculated that the true form of this White Dragon before me might be the actual embodiment of Di Luan!

As expected, after I shouted "Di Luan, submit to the law!", the White Dragon's figure indeed suddenly stalled.

Immediately afterward, he actually began to tremble uncontrollably.

It seemed that the name 'Di Luan' was, to him, a flood and ferocious beast.

He actually feared Di Luan.

What kind of existence is Di Luan, that just a dharma name can intimidate such a colossal being?

Could it be that Di Luan is not a bad person, and it was he who originally suppressed the White Dragon here?

What on earth is the truth?!

Boom—

Just as the White Dragon stalled, while I was shocked, a huge thunderbolt struck down from above, shaking heaven and earth as if they were trembling.

The entire sea area was like water in a pot, violently shaken left and right.

Everything in the seawater also swayed along.

It was this shake that caused the White Dragon before my eyes to quickly shed its white scales, its flesh falling away and disappearing, the eye sockets of that huge skeleton losing their luster and settling back down.

Everything just now seemed as if it had never happened.

And that huge thunderbolt above was obviously heavenly thunder.

We already knew beforehand that something would undergo tribulation tonight.

At first we thought it was the newly formed flesh and blood inside the underground tower.

Later the flesh and blood disappeared, swept in here, and I again thought it was something inside the tower undergoing tribulation.

The heavenly thunder indeed struck down, but it did not penetrate inside.

It was muffled.

That feeling was as if something had blocked it midway, preventing the heavenly thunder from penetrating down to strike the true tribulation-crosser.

Blocked by something……

Not good!

Is it the Sword Grave? Or the Dragon Transformation Cauldron?

At that moment, a second heavenly thunder struck down again.

This time the shock was even stronger, the iron chains on the tower clanged loudly.

A dragon's roar came from inside the tower, though the sound seemed somewhat different from before.

A glance from the corner of my eye swept across the tower, and I actually saw another unbelievable scene—the gap where bone impact had destroyed a piece of talisman paper was, amidst the dragon's roars, once again completely covered with talisman paper.

Where did these talisman papers come from?

Could it be that the White Dragon sealed inside the tower pasted them on?

Did he seal himself?

I feel like my nerves are about to go haywire.

"Xiao Jiu, come up!"

From above, Liu Junyan's voice suddenly rang out.

I jerked my head up and saw that the previously pitch-black water area, after the two heavenly thunders, had actually become clear.

Two figures swiftly descended from above—one was Liu Junyan, the other was Xiaoye……