She formed several Dharma Seals with her hands and sent them into the Jade Talisman. The Yuan Character Divine Pattern glowed with golden radiance, connecting with the giant formation. Soon, a Light Gate appeared before the two of them.

Nezha bowed to Taiyuan Saint Mother, retrieved the Jade Talisman, and stepped inside.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived underground in the dark recesses. The original Yuan Shi Heavenly Demon had already been eradicated, and Nezha carefully sensed the presence within to grasp its general information.

According to the naming conventions of the Primordial Lands, it could be called the Nightmare Dragon. Though named after dragons, the Nightmare Dragon was not truly part of the Dragon Clan but formed from the condensed fears, resentments, and other emotions left behind by the countless deaths of the Three Clans' sentient beings.

As Nezha entered the underground, the surrounding darkness seemed almost alive, creeping like vines to bind his Divine Soul, stirring the deepest fears within him, attempting to pull him into an endless nightmare.

He didn't resist; instead, he was rather curious about what he might dream in a nightmare.

The darkness enveloped Nezha, and in a fleeting moment, he fell into the nightmare.

Taking a quick look around, he found himself inside Ziwei Emperor Palace, holding two babies in his arms.

Nezha: ???

"Nezha, what are you spacing out for? Little Thirty-Two and Thirty-Three are about to cry from hunger!"

Turning his head, Nezha saw Deng Chanyu and Daji each holding two children, nursing them.

Nezha: …

Alright, this nightmare is truly vile; I acknowledge it.

With a single thought, the surroundings began to shatter. Nezha effortlessly broke free from the nightmare's grasp. As the master of dreams, how could a mere Nightmare Dragon drag him into a nightmare unless he allowed it?

As Nezha opened his eyes, the surrounding darkness began to gather. Soon, a giant dragon, pitch black and stretching hundreds of miles long, took form and exhaled a gust of black Dragon Breath toward him.

Typical dragons' breaths are ice, fire, poison, or lightning, but this dragon was different; the black miasma aimed straight for the Divine Soul. With a wave of his sleeve, Nezha sent the pitch-black Dragon Breath back the way it came. Evidently, the Nightmare Dragon couldn't counteract its own Dragon Breath—or perhaps its breath was inherently its greatest weakness.

The return Dragon Breath came right back at the Nightmare Dragon, forcing it to spew out another breath to negate the incoming attack.

Nezha pointed at the Nightmare Dragon, and countless chains materialized out of thin air, binding it tightly. The chains constricted, causing the Nightmare Dragon to let out a mournful cry as its pitch-black body was torn into segments. Within the chains, its Dragon Soul was firmly tethered, pulled directly back into the dream realm.

Without its soul to control, the boundless Nightmare energy began dispersing across the surroundings. Nezha symbolically formed a few Dharma Seals, and a miniature Sun Star Dharma Form hung behind his head. Under the resplendent light of the Great Sun, the Nightmare energy swiftly dissipated.

Nezha didn't linger and followed the guidance deeper into the giant formation. Along the way, he encountered several more Nightmare Dragons, all dealt with in the same manner.

Within this formation, it seemed less like a "Sealing Demon Land" and more like an Ancient Battlefield for the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans. The deeper Nezha ventured, the more he felt the devastating carnage of the ancient battles.

Reaching the deepest point, the Great Sun Dharma Form behind Nezha shone too brilliantly, attracting the attention of a Nightmare Dragon that stretched thousands of miles. Clearly, this was the leader of the Nightmare Dragons.

This one's aura was formidable. Nezha compressed the Great Sun behind him and hurled it forward. The Nightmare Dragon King sensed the fearsome energy contained within the "small light ball" and let out a thunderous dragon roar. The surrounding earth trembled as fragments of local vengeful soul bones rose rapidly, gathering in front of the Nightmare Dragon King to form a massive Bone Shield.

The light ball suddenly exploded, unleashing a violent solar storm that swept across the field. However, the quality of the ancient bones, preserved to this day, was evidently superior. Though most of the Bone Shield was destroyed, it still managed to protect the Nightmare Dragon King.

Nezha observed the creature with growing interest. "I hope you've got an intact Dragon Sinew as well."

He didn't use any Spiritual Treasures, instead clenching his fists and charging forward. The Nightmare Dragon was unlike ordinary dragons; its abilities clearly leaned toward the Dharma system, rendering it nearly immune to physical damage. Its dragon body, formed entirely of nightmares and resentment, could regenerate endlessly as long as its core Dragon Soul remained intact. Its primary attack methods involved targeting the Divine Soul and manipulating vengeful soul bones.

Seeing the diminutive figure rushing toward it, the Nightmare Dragon immediately exhaled its Dragon Breath. Nezha responded in kind, blasting forth a mouthful of Great Sun Golden Flame.

Every fire of the Primordial Lands had unique characteristics. The Phoenix Clan's Nanming Lihuo fire was all about extreme temperature and destructive power, while the Great Sun Golden Flame possessed terrifying purification properties against all vile entities.

The clash between the black Dragon Breath and golden flames instantly evaporated the former. Encased in golden flames, Nezha delivered a Face-breaking Fist directly to the dragon's face.

The sheer overwhelming power behind the strike didn't just mar its visage—it shattered the Nightmare Dragon King's head entirely. It let out a pained moan as the surrounding black mist reassembled to form a smaller head. Having developed his current cultivation, the Nightmare Dragon King possessed no small amount of wisdom. It warily observed Nezha, confused about why a seemingly simple punch had inflicted such terrible damage.

Ordinary physical attacks wouldn't have worked, but Nezha's did. Witnessing Pangu's axe rewriting reality had taught Nezha a thing or two. His fists couldn't transcend space-time, but traversing falsehoods and dreamscapes? That was child's play.

"You think my punches are mere physical attacks?"

"Wrong! My fists strike directly at the soul!"

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