Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Chapter 116 Speculation

This underground palace contains a wealth of treasures, but Hu Long was in such a hurry to download the skills that he didn't investigate it thoroughly.

Now we can do a thorough search and perhaps harvest some source value.

Thinking of this.

Hu Long moved.

It crashed into the stone wall on one side, filling the air with dust, and then disappeared without a trace.

In a short time.

The rumbling sounds were incessant as Hu Long roamed freely through the underground palace without any restraint or concern.

The traps, mechanisms, and puppet challenges are no threat to Hu Long at this point.

As a place that had been thoroughly searched by those superior clans and used to train their disciples, it was naturally not very dangerous.

With the strength of the Strong Organ Realm, it is more than enough to handle the situation.

Of course, not all walls can be smashed through.

Some walls in the underground palace were incredibly hard, and even when Hu Long used all his strength, he couldn't break through them.

Fortunately, there are very few of these walls; they are more like the concept of load-bearing walls in a building. The rest are mostly ordinary rock layers, which would not be difficult for Hu Long to break through with his strength.

As time went on.

He plundered anything useful from it.

As he expected, he did indeed find a number of unusual skeletons in some of the hidden chambers.

Apart from some human corpses and skeletons.

The remaining skeletons were enormous and bizarre, clearly not normal creatures, but rather strange demons.

These skeletal remains appear in various states at a glance.

Some skeletons bear obvious signs of fighting, suggesting they were killed by intruders.

Others, however, had intact skeletons and were curled up, making them seem more like those who were imprisoned in this underground palace and starved to death because they could not find a way out.

Hu Long didn't care about this.

Upon touching it, as expected, some source value was obtained.

Seeing this scene only fueled Hu Long's enthusiasm.

at the same time.

Outside, in the Zhao family's territory.

A golden temple stands majestically.

Zhao opened his eyes with difficulty.

He felt his mind was foggy, as if he were in a fog, and his head was throbbing with pain, as if thousands of steel needles were repeatedly piercing deep into his skull.

A few breaths later.

As the view gradually cleared, what came into view was the tall, golden dome of the Buddhist temple.

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Above the dome, layers upon layers of Buddha reliefs depict various deities, some sitting, some standing, looking down with lowered eyes.

"woke up?"

A voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence in the hall.

Upon hearing this, Zhao forced himself to sit up and looked around.

This place was not unfamiliar to him.

It was the temple deep within the Zhao family's territory, which he had visited several times before.

At this moment, two figures stood in the hall.

One of them is Zhao Yaozhen.

On the other side stood an elderly man with a weathered face.

The old monk was wearing a kasaya, and his body was thin and bony, almost skin and bones, looking frail and weak.

However, when he looked up, his eyes were clear and bright, like a baby's, without a trace of turbidity.

The gaze fell on Zhao Kuang, seemingly indifferent, yet it seemed to see straight into the depths of his heart.

This person was none other than the current patriarch of the Zhao family.

A supreme grandmaster whose strength surpasses the Blood Exchange stage and reaches the Yuan Dan stage.

"Amitabha Buddha, clan leader, what am I doing—"

Zhao Kuang frowned.

He only felt that his memory was vague and unclear.

I only remember that I should be inside the underground palace, how did I end up here in the blink of an eye?

"You were previously branded with a spiritual mark in the underground palace. It was only through the clan leader's use of the True Buddha Relic that you were awakened!"

Zhao Yaozhen explained from the side.

He then briefly explained the previous situation.

"How could something like this happen?"

Zhao Kuang looked astonished.

"The spiritual imprint on you is very subtle, almost intertwined with your mind and soul."

Do you remember who laid a hand on you?

The old monk, Zhao Baizhou, the current patriarch of the Zhao family, spoke.

His voice carried a strange yet reassuring power.

This caused Zhao Bu to calm down involuntarily.

He shook his head, fragmented images flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern.

The next moment, his expression suddenly froze.

"It's Jiang Shuying, Yi Xuanzhu, Yu Qing, and a man I've never met before."

That man was as tall and imposing as an iron tower, and was skilled in mind manipulation.

Because of my practice of Tantric martial arts, and the blessing of the Buddhist beads I wear.

I showed some resistance to his methods, so he instructed Jiang Shuying and two others to join forces to attack me.

Ultimately, I was no match for them and was knocked unconscious.

"You mean Jiang Shuying and others were also involved in this? Luo Puxian wasn't among them?!"

Zhao Yaozhen frowned.

"That's right, I suspect they were also manipulated by that person!"

Zhao Kuang said in a deep voice.

"Such a thing is true!"

Zhao Yaozhen's expression shifted.

He had seen Zhao Kuang's mind being manipulated, and instinctively assumed that those people were behind it.

I never imagined that these people were being manipulated.

In this way, everything that happened before makes sense.

"However, this is not necessarily the case. You didn't see it at the time, so it's possible that the person was Luo Puxian in disguise."

No, it must be someone else.

To be able to perform such a high level of spiritual secret technique requires extremely high strength from the user; a martial artist must at least reach the Yuan Dan realm.

What's more, he can control all five of you at the same time.

This person's background is definitely not simple!

Zhao Baizhou spoke, a hint of seriousness appearing on his face.

"They can do that."

As far as I know, only one person can do this, but that person is unlikely to attack us.

Aside from that person, the only other beings in this world are those few spirits and those reclusive individuals hidden away in blessed lands and grotto-heavens.

"A recluse?"

Zhao Yaozhen's pupils contracted.

Zhao Kuang, standing to the side, looked puzzled.

I wanted to ask about the person they were talking about, and what spirits and hermits were.

However, Zhao Baizhou seemed to have no intention of explaining, and turned to look at Zhao.

"Zhao Kuang, you should go and rest. You don't need to worry about what happens next."

"In addition, although you have broken free of that spiritual imprint, your mind and spirit have ultimately suffered hidden injuries."

For the next three months, he stayed in the temple, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures to nourish his mind and spirit. During this time, he stopped practicing Tantric Buddhism.

"Yes, clan chief."

Although Zhao Kuang was somewhat curious, he saw Zhao Baizhou say this.

Not wanting to ask any further, he turned and left.

For a moment, only Zhao Yaozhen and Zhao Baizhou remained in the vast Buddhist hall.

"Chieftain, have those reclusive individuals truly emerged into the world?"

Zhao Yaozhen asked.

As he spoke, his expression became extremely solemn.

They were clearly extremely wary of these reclusive individuals.

"This is just my guess."

"It's unlikely. With spiritual energy so scarce right now, those guys are unlikely to venture out rashly. Even if they did, given their arrogant nature, they would never do such a thing."

Zhao Baizhou shook his head slightly.

"Compared to those reclusive individuals, I'm more inclined to believe it was the work of those few spirits. These ghostly things" act without any reason, doing whatever they please; they might just be playing a trick on each other.

"But in any case, this matter cannot be left unresolved."

He looked up at Zhao Kuang.

"Later, you will come with me to the homes of Luo, Yu, Yi, and Jiang."

Not only will we get back every penny of the apology gifts our Zhao family sent out earlier, but we'll also make them bleed a lot more.

The moment Zhao removed the mental imprint.

Hu Long, who was inside the underground palace, shuddered.

He casually threw a punch, unleashing a burst of internal energy that shattered an incoming puppet statue.

Then.

He calmed himself down.

From a third-person perspective, in his mind.

Several points of light flickered, having a special connection with him.

These points of light correspond to the people he branded.

The stronger the power, the brighter the light spot.

Suddenly, one of the bright spots of light dimmed and went out.

I have completely lost contact with him.

"Is Zhao Kuang dead, or has his mental imprint been broken?"

Hu Long's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across them.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

For a moment, I was unsure what to do.

However, he prefers the latter to the former.

Zhao Kuang was, after all, a powerful cultivator, and with the backing of the Zhao family, one of the eight great clans, no one who could defeat him would dare to kill him.

Also.

He hadn't forgotten where his mental talent came from.

This world is so big.

He's definitely not the only one with methods for controlling one's mind.

The fact that Zhao Kuang was able to resist the interference of his "Divine Control" illusion is itself very telling.

"Have we been exposed?"

Hu Long raised an eyebrow.

He didn't pay too much attention to it.

This situation was also within his expectations.

As one of the eight superior clans, they naturally have some trump cards and methods. If they were really that easy to control and infiltrate, they wouldn't have much skill.

They have probably long since been lost to the annals of history.

As for his identity being discovered, that's highly unlikely.

He had disguised his appearance beforehand and never revealed his true face.

of course.

We cannot rule out the possibility that the other party has some means of deduction that could reveal his true identity.

However, this possibility is extremely low. If he were really that powerful, there would be nothing he could do.

I pulled myself back to reality.

Hu Long didn't think much of it and continued with his looting plan.

This underground palace was unusually large; there were no fewer than a hundred different passages, secret chambers, and mechanisms he had passed through.

As a person who is naturally frugal and has never liked waste, I would only take any secret medicine or similar items I came across along the way.

Hu Long then poured it directly into his mouth and chewed it as a snack.

Since he has a natural talent for gluttony, he doesn't need to worry about not being able to digest the food or causing any problems.

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