Mysterious Resurrection: From Stream Spirit to Conceptual Water God

Chapter 17 Fallen Dragon! From Dragon to Dragon!

"For hundreds of years..."

The figure slowly landed on the back of the boat, the voice deep, yet with an almost manic certainty.

"As long as I survive the three tribulations, I will be able to transform from a dragon into a dragon."

His expression was ferocious, but his tone was firm.

The yellow tentacles trembled slightly, and a terrifying aura spread from the tips of the whiskers, pungent and foul, like the stench of a dead creature churning up from the depths of a muddy swamp.

"Stay away from me."

Tunzhou's body trembled.

An invisible ghostly aura exploded from the body, shaking the figure to the ground.

Its figure crashed into the silt at the bottom of the Yangtze River.

Half of it is submerged in the mud, while the other half stands upright.

Its body resembled a piece of withered wood that had been soaked in water and dried by the wind. Its entire body was covered with gelatinous scales that were a mixture of bluish-black and yellowish-brown. Under the blue light emanating from the boat-swallowing creature's eyes, countless tiny reflections floated on the surface of the scales, like countless miniature convex mirrors, refracting a dizzying oily luster.

What's most chilling is its face.

It was a face that had been forcibly elongated, resembling a human face.

The skin is taut against the bones, giving it the deathly gray-white appearance characteristic of drowning victims.

The wide mouth splits down to the earlobes, leaving only two black holes where the nose should be.

Above the lips, two whiskers hang down.

It was about half an arm's length long, a pale vine that looked like it had been pulled from rotten wood, with fine, barbed red hairs at the tip. It swayed slightly in the water, as if it had its own will.

There is no white in the eye.

Only two cloudy, lifeless gray eyes, like the eyes of a dead fish, stared fixedly ahead.

"Tick-tock".

A drop of mucus fell from the tip of a whisker and sank into the mud.

The gray eyes looked down at the sticky stain with extreme disgust.

"Soon."

The old loach spoke slowly, its voice carrying a longing that had been accumulating for hundreds of years.

"Once you survive the three tribulations, the fallen dragon will become a true dragon."

Unlike carp, which can transform into dragons by leaping over the Dragon Gate, the dragon is different.

The old loach took a different path, the path of a snake transforming into a dragon.

After cultivating for five hundred years, it becomes a dragon.

Taking advantage of unusual celestial phenomena, torrential rains and flash floods flowed into the sea.

He rode the dragon, transformed into a dragon, and was granted an official title.

However, it is not a snake.

Snakes have their own methods, but loaches don't.

Therefore, it must rely on something else.

At the bottom of the Yangtze River Bridge, there is a dragon-slaying sword.

Despite its name, the sword is imbued with the aura of a true dragon.

All it wanted was that wisp of breath.

By using dragon energy to mask the stench of his fallen dragon self and deceiving the heavens, he was able to control the Yangtze River during the thunderstorm half a month later, flooding the city and sending it to the sea.

This is its path to becoming a dragon.

"Don't forget about me."

Tunzhou's expression was indifferent as he opened his mouth wide.

Like a shark's closely spaced teeth, they gleamed pale in the dark current.

"Of course I won't forget." The old mudfish's voice was filled with a manic excitement: "A win-win situation. We just need to wait for the right moment—wait for the storm, wait for the day I overturn the Yangtze!"

"I can't wait any longer."

The ship roared.

The sound was like a boulder crashing into a deep pool, causing the water to tremble.

"That woman—that ship is useless to her, why won't you let me swallow it?"

As a calamity and anomaly formed from the fusion of the resentment of the sunken ship and the drowned, there is only one path for the Devouring Ship to become stronger:

Ships were swallowed.

It devours ghost ships, the vengeful spirits on board, and all the remains on the water that carry the aura of death.

The stronger the ship it swallows, the stronger it becomes.

The old mudfish is about to transform into a dragon.

It wants to devour ships and states.

That "state" is named after a city.

That is its ultimate path.

"patience."

The old loach spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of bitter aftertaste.

"I spent over half a month traveling over a hundred kilometers to find you. Isn't that enough sincerity? Wait a little longer, wait for extraordinary celestial phenomena, wait for torrential rain, wait for the Cangjiang River to become the Yangtze!"

It paused for a moment.

His body began to tremble, and the madness that had been suppressed for hundreds of years finally overflowed on this night.

"Fortunately, the strange phenomenon has revived; fortunately, the underworld has shattered; fortunately, all the gods and Buddhas have disappeared."

"This time... I will not only be able to transform from a dragon into a dragon."

"I still have a chance to take the Dragon King's place."

The yellow whiskers twitched slightly.

"To become a god."

……

Meanwhile, at the River God Temple.

Mu Yuan suddenly looked up.

For some reason, an indescribable strange feeling rose from deep within my chest.

It was as if some ancient intuition was warning him.

The next moment, an invisible divine power erupted and collided violently with the suddenly attacking black energy.

The collision of the two forces was silent, yet it was more powerful than thunder.

An invisible shockwave exploded outwards, and a hurricane suddenly rose, sweeping across the entire old town.

The sky suddenly changed color.

A sunny day can change in an instant.

Thick, dark clouds rolled in from all directions, blocking out the sunlight.

"This weather..."

"That's strange, it was a sunny day just now."

"This era is becoming increasingly bizarre."

"Let's go, let's go. It looks like it's going to rain, let's hurry home."

"I finally managed to set up a stall, and now..."

The residents of the old town muttered to themselves, covering their foreheads with their hands as they hurried home.

boom!!!

A loud bang, like thunder but not quite, came from deep underground.

The crowd accelerated instantly, almost running.

Anomaly Bureau, Monitoring Room.

The member responsible for monitoring the concentration of Yin energy suddenly changed his expression.

On the screen, a red exclamation mark is flashing rapidly.

The value has exceeded the normal warning line.

"This is!"

His voice trembled.

"Cataclysmic level... Cataclysmic level, an eerie concentration!"

Catastrophe level.

It can destroy the existence of a district or county.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately reported the data, requesting expedited processing at the highest level.

Zhou Gang, who was in his office racking his brains about how to report the existence of the "River God" to his superiors, had his phone vibrate.

He glanced down at it.

His face instantly turned ugly.

He took out a Bagua compass from the drawer.

This compass is no ordinary object. It was modified by the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, the Taoist priest of Maoshan Mountain, and the antique compass that was unearthed after a mysterious resurrection.

Coverage area: The entire Cangjiang City.

He placed the compass in his palm and silently focused his spiritual awareness.

On the chart, black dots representing the concentration of yin energy slowly emerged.

In the central area, the black dot representing the moat—Lady Shenyuan's territory—should have remained firmly in place.

But at this moment, it...

It appeared in the east.

Zhou Gang was stunned for a moment.

"East..."

"Isn't that the old town?"

He frowned, unable to understand for a moment.

Lady Shenyuan is the kind of person who is rather reclusive and prone to misfortune and strange occurrences.

Strong-willed, but not the type to take the initiative or invade other people's territory.

unless……

Unless something extraordinary happens.

Zhou Gang put down the compass, his tone calm, yet carrying an undeniable gravity:

"Three anomalous squads, assemble immediately."

"Target: the old town."

It's a catastrophic and bizarre event; we won't act unless absolutely necessary.

Once they make a move, it will be earth-shattering.

The ghostly aura emanating from them alone is enough to kill ordinary people.