Dream Connection, Secret Chamber Douluo

Under the dual effects of the Calming Incense and Dream Butterfly Power, Bibi Dong finally succumbed to drowsiness.

She propped her cheek on one hand, still maintaining the Pope's elegance as she slipped into a light sleep.

It was not that she did not know fatigue; she had merely forced herself onward with her profound cultivation.

Soul Masters were flesh and blood after all. They needed rest.

Lu Yan guided his Spiritual Power, slowly seeping it in like a gentle stream, intending to soothe her mind and help her sleep better.

As for delving deep into or even controlling her dream, he did not even dare entertain that thought.

The spiritual barrier of a level ninety-nine Peak Douluo, coupled with the sinister Rakshasa Divine Power, made any intrusion no different from suicide.

Even the slightest backlash.

At best, his soul would be shaken and he would become an idiot; at worst, his soul would scatter on the spot.

He would absolutely not gamble with his life.

A few minutes later.

Through the Dream Butterfly Martial Soul's special perception of dream fluctuations, Lu Yan clearly sensed a dream taking shape.

That meant Bibi Dong had fallen asleep.

Lu Yan carefully guided the dream toward peace and tranquility.

Time passed second by second, and at first, everything seemed to be going smoothly.

Just as Lu Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief—an abrupt change occurred!

Bibi Dong's body began to tremble slightly, then quickly turned into violent, uncontrollable shuddering of terror.

"Buzz—"

The next instant.

Wisps of dark-purple, sinister aura, as if alive, seeped out of her body.

"Not good!"

Alarm bells rang in Lu Yan's mind.

Just as he tried to withdraw his Spiritual Power, it was already too late. It was instantly tainted by that sinister, depraved force.

In an instant—slaughter, lust, jealousy, hatred...

Negative emotions surged into his mind like floodwaters bursting through a dam.

They nearly swallowed his reason whole.

"Fuck!"

Lu Yan cursed.

It seemed this woman was going to get him killed.

Angry as he was, Lu Yan reacted like lightning.

He immediately mobilized all his Spiritual Power to construct a defense, desperately resisting the erosion of those evil thoughts.

At the same time, he activated the Dream Butterfly Martial Soul's ability—taking the initiative to draw his consciousness into the dream.

He was strongest within a dream.

A vertical eye abruptly appeared between his brows. Seven-colored light flickered faintly, granting him a portion of Spiritual Power.

The moment he entered the dream.

Lu Yan discovered that he had no control over it at all, while evil thoughts continued to breed.

The dream was chaotic, like shattered mirror fragments.

Countless negative emotions took tangible form as darkness, breeding and churning within it.

The scenes changed wildly.

They were all horrific, despairing images capable of breaking one's mind—scenes he least wished to face in the depths of his heart.

Who knew how much time passed before the evil thoughts were nearly exhausted.

With the enhancement of Dream Butterfly Power and the Soul Bone, he gradually gained control of the dream.

Just as Lu Yan was about to leave.

However hard he tried, he could not leave the dream.

At that moment, the scene suddenly froze and reassembled once more.

"This is...?"

Lu Yan stared at the unfamiliar sight before him, stunned for a moment.

What did this have to do with his dream?

He was now in a secret chamber, empty and spacious.

There was only a Stone Bed, along with several... Iron Chains.

Lying atop it was a girl in thin clothing, her fragrant shoulders exposed, while chains as thick as an adult's wrist bound her limbs.

Wait...

Lu Yan spread out his Spiritual Power and sensed it carefully.

What a sin!

No wonder such a strange scene had suddenly appeared.

Perhaps that trace of terrifying evil intent had linked his Spiritual Power with Bibi Dong's.

The dreams had formed a bridge and actually merged together.

He also understood that if he wanted to leave the dream, Bibi Dong needed to regain consciousness as well.

Looking at the imprisoned girl.

Lu Yan had never expected that one day, he would personally witness the birth of Secret Chamber Douluo.

Just as he tried to approach the Stone Bed to investigate.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

A measured yet oppressive set of footsteps rang clearly through the empty stone chamber.

Lu Yan abruptly turned his head.

A Middle-aged Man dressed in luxurious papal robes slowly entered the secret chamber.

His face bore undisguised greed and lust.

"Dong'er, your teacher has given you too many chances."

As Qian Xunji approached, he spoke in a tone carrying both regret and tyranny:

"That Yu Xiaogang is nothing but trash who will never break through level thirty in his lifetime. His pig Martial Soul is even the laughingstock of the Soul Master World.

Your teacher cannot stand by and watch you degrade yourself and destroy your own future."

Qian Xunji walked straight through Lu Yan's illusory figure, as though Lu Yan did not exist at all.

Lu Yan was not surprised.

At present, he had not intervened in this dream.

He was merely an outsider.

"Teacher, please spare me... spare Dong'er...

I was wrong... Dong'er knows she was wrong..."

The young Bibi Dong pleaded despairingly through tears.

At the same time, she struggled with all her strength, completely oblivious as the Ice-Cold Iron Chains tore the delicate skin of her wrists and ankles, drawing blood.

Her eyes were filled with confusion and utter despair.

She could not understand why her teacher, who had always been gentle, would harbor such filthy, vile thoughts toward her.

"Dong'er, your teacher will not believe you again."

Qian Xunji undid his robes, his face growing increasingly twisted in the dim light. There was not a trace left of the holiness of an Angel Descendant.

"Once you bear my child, you will never again think of leaving.

For life after life, you will be Qian Xunji's woman.

A woman of Spirit Hall."

Threads of dark-purple aura, like venomous snakes, began silently eroding this dream space.

Lu Yan's Pupils contracted as he inwardly cursed his luck.

The Rakshasa Divine Power was taking the opportunity to magnify and twist Bibi Dong's fear and resentment.

Once it fully corrupted the dream, not only would Bibi Dong sink deeper and deeper.

His own consciousness, linked to her Spiritual Power, would also inevitably be consumed by that terrifying negative energy.

He did not possess Bibi Dong's supreme cultivation to withstand the Rakshasa Divine Power head-on.

He had to save her first. That was also saving himself.

Lu Yan hesitated no longer and took a fierce step forward, breaking through the bubble-like membrane.

He stepped into the dream.

"Come here!"

Lu Yan shouted in a low voice, mobilizing the portion of dream authority he could control.

The Iron Chains binding the young Bibi Dong shattered at once, and her body was pulled by a gentle force as she flew toward Lu Yan.

"Who?"

Qian Xunji flew into a rage and instantly locked onto Lu Yan. Terrifying pressure descended like a mountain.

"You Dare To barge into forbidden ground."

"Bibi Dong, wake up. Wake up now."

Lu Yan seized the flying girl's arms and shook her forcefully, trying to awaken her sleeping true consciousness.

Yet Bibi Dong's eyes in the dream remained confused, her consciousness still not having returned.

"Y-you... who are you?" Her voice carried a young girl's characteristic clarity and confusion.

"Who are you, to Dare To barge into Spirit Hall?"

Qian Xunji roared as the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul instantly bloomed behind him, Nine Soul Rings appearing one after another.

The Terrifying Aura of a Titled Douluo surged toward Lu Yan like a tangible tsunami.

"Trouble."

Lu Yan's heart tightened as he mobilized all his strength to resist.

In this dream, he was the master of half of it.

The other half belonged to Bibi Dong—or rather, to the current Qian Xunji.

Within this dream, Bibi Dong was weak, helpless, and utterly incapable of resistance.

Qian Xunji was the strongest existence in the dream.

"I'll help you."

The young Bibi Dong summoned the Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul and stood shoulder to shoulder with Lu Yan.

Together, they resisted the overwhelming pressure.

"Hold it back!"

Lu Yan shouted.

He fully mobilized the dream power under his control, forming a barrier to forcibly withstand Qian Xunji's assault.

"Bang—!"

A tremendous crash rang out.

The two were violently flung away like kites with severed strings, crashing heavily into the Ice-Cold stone wall.

Sweetness rose in Lu Yan's throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"The gap in Spiritual Power is too great..."

Lu Yan's heart turned solemn.

Though he held half the authority, Bibi Dong's Spiritual Power far surpassed his. Even without directly controlling it, its power was not something he could withstand.

If Bibi Dong, the master of this dream, had not resisted alongside him, he would not have gotten back up after that strike.

Even worse.

Lu Yan looked at the dark-purple Rakshasa aura, which had already eroded nearly half the secret chamber.

They could not delay any longer!

"Although I don't know who you are... thank you for risking yourself to save me."

The young Bibi Dong struggled to her feet and resolutely stood in front of Lu Yan, her gaze firm.

"I'll hold back Qian Xunji. You leave now."

Lu Yan was startled by her words.

He had not expected that Bibi Dong, before she had fallen into darkness, was... also a kind-hearted girl.

"Dong'er, I never expected that besides Yu Xiaogang, you had met other wild men outside."

Qian Xunji's face twisted with jealousy and rage as he advanced step by step, murder intent blazing.

"But it doesn't matter. Your teacher will crush them... one by one, all of them."

Lu Yan took a deep breath and fixed a sharp gaze on Bibi Dong's eyes, shouting with Spiritual Power behind his voice:

"If you don't want Hu Liena to die, wake up."

He saw the girl's eyes tremble violently, but her consciousness had not fully returned.

Hu Liena?

She did not know that person, yet a sharp pain and panic rose from the depths of her subconscious.

She only felt that... she was important.

Before she could ask, the youth's voice sounded again.

"If you don't want Qian Renxue to die, wake up."

Bibi Dong's gaze grew more focused, and her struggle became increasingly apparent.

Yet she was still short of that final, crucial step.

Lu Yan sighed inwardly, then gathered all his strength and let out a roar that pierced straight into her soul:

"Bibi Dong."

Look here. If you still refuse to wake up,

this Secret Chamber will become your Eternal prison. If you don't kill him,

this day will never end.

Wake up for me!!!"

"Boom—!!!"

An indescribable, Ice-Cold and vast Terrifying Aura erupted from the petite body of the young girl, Bibi Dong.

Her eyes changed in an instant.

The clear panic within them became bottomless chill and overwhelming killing intent.

Her Spirit Rings underwent a sudden transformation. She was no longer weak, but a Titled Douluo with nine rings.

Bibi Dong slowly raised her head and looked at Qian Xunji. Her red lips parted slightly, and the voice that emerged was so cold it seemed capable of freezing souls:

"Die!!!"