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

Chapter 147 Dala

Inside the palace.

As the white-haired figure opened his eyes, the entire world seemed to brighten for a fleeting moment.

He was a man wearing a white robe with gold patterns. He had a thin face and a hooked nose, which gave him a sharp and fierce appearance.

If a high-ranking member of the Black Lagoon were here, they would recognize him.

This person's appearance was seven or eight parts similar to the white-haired, white-bearded old man previously referred to as "Heavenly Father".

The only difference is that he is too young.

Compared to the elderly man who looked to be in his eighties or nineties, this face looked to be only in his thirties or forties at most.

now.

It seems they've sensed something.

A flicker of shock and anger flashed in the white-haired man's eyes.

Visible white light patterns rippled around his body, spreading outwards like water ripples.

The entire palace trembled slightly, and dust fell from between the stone pillars.

Realizing that his emotions were leaking out, he took a deep breath.

He forcibly suppressed the surging anger in his heart.

After a while.

He slowly stood up from the white stone seat and walked outside.

On both sides of the hall, towering, pale stone pillars stand majestically, casting enormous shadows on the ground.

Beneath the stone pillars, in the shadows, stood figures clad in armor and wielding spears, motionless like frozen sculptures.

As the white-haired man passed by, the guards, who had been motionless, all knelt down in unison.

The armor clashed, producing a dull metallic sound.

Everyone bowed their heads, their posture submissive.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that these guards have empty and dull eyes.

His eyes were devoid of any spark of life, like those of a walking corpse.

The surrounding scenery gives this magnificent palace a subtle sense of decay.

The white-haired man ignored him.

Go straight ahead.

His steps were slow, but strangely, his speed was not slow at all.

Each step covers a distance of more than ten meters.

Before long, his figure appeared outside the palace.

He stood still, gazing into the distance.

In the distance, at the very center of this space, a giant black tree rose from the ground.

It was so dark and deep that it seemed to absorb all the light. The tree canopy soared into the clouds, the trunk was so thick that it was immeasurable, and countless branches spread in all directions, almost without end.

A giant eagle lurked on the tree trunk.

However, the giant eagle had been dead for countless years, its body stiff as stone, motionless.

The white-haired man shifted his gaze from the giant eagle to the top of the tree.

Countless leaves drooped, but most of them were gray and withered, devoid of any life.

Only a few leaves emitted a faint golden glow.

Just then.

One of the golden leaves suddenly shone brightly.

A ray of light drifted down from the treetop and landed beside a stone pillar on the side of the palace, transforming into a woman.

She wore a floor-length robe with a dark pattern, made of soft, woven grass fibers.

Her wrist, exposed outside her sleeve, was slender and fair, yet wrapped with three coils of crimson gold chains.

What's most captivating about her is her eyes.

His pupils were a deep indigo blue, with slightly upturned corners, and the edges of his irises were edged with a nearly transparent silver line.

She also had long, silvery-white hair, but with each movement, the ends of her hair shimmered with a faint blue light.

Standing there, he exuded a mysterious, wild beauty.

"Dara, it's been a long time. I'm sorry to have disturbed your slumber."

The white-haired man gazed at the figure emerging from the light, his tone calm yet carrying an indescribable complexity.

The woman called Dara looked around, her gaze lingering on the desolate space for a moment before she spoke slowly.

Her voice was ethereal.

"Indeed, the last time—it must have been a hundred years ago, but Vance, you didn't wake me just to reminisce, did you?"

"The source of the other world is almost exhausted; there's not much time left."

Father Vance's gaze fell upon the giant tree, where several leaves that should have shone like gold now had a dull luster, as if they would wither at the slightest breeze.

"There's no point in continuing to sleep."

Dara also looked at the giant tree that supported this world, a hint of sadness rising in her voice.

"Time is truly merciless. One after another, the once-prosperous gods have fallen, and even it—I'm afraid it won't last much longer."

She paused, then suddenly turned her head to look at the white-haired man to the side.

The conversation turned.

You don't seem to be in a good mood.

"A faction we established before has been destroyed."

Vance's voice deepened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"The research being conducted inside is related to my next plans."

"Oh?"

Dara raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised.

"Who did this? Could it be that hidden gods from other countries have appeared in the world?"

She had heard the Father mention the power he spoke of, even though she was asleep.

"no."

Vance slowly shook his head, his voice growing colder.

"He's just a mortal, but he has the Rabbit Magic Tool. I ran into him last time and chased him for a while, but he got away. I just didn't expect him to return while I was in the other world replenishing my divine power."

Upon hearing this, Dara's lips slowly curved into a smile, revealing a hint of interest.

"The Rabbit-shaped magical implement? Perfect, I've been asleep for so long, it's time to go out and stretch my muscles."

"Of course, that's why I woke you up."

The Heavenly Father said nothing more and turned to walk forward.

If we want to find that cunning fellow, Dara's presence will save us a lot of trouble.

The two walked at a seemingly unhurried pace, but with each step, their figures would appear hundreds of meters away, as if they were teleporting.

Before long, they arrived at a desolate highland.

Several huge stone pillars stand here, forming a circular archway.

The doorway was empty, with only the desolate wind blowing through.

Vance stepped forward and placed his palm on the cold stone pillar.

In an instant, white light spread from beneath his palm, flowing like water along the ancient patterns on the stone pillar.

The light converged at the center of the archway, outlining a slowly rotating white vortex in the air.

The two exchanged a glance and stepped inside one after the other.

The light engulfed their figures, and in an instant, the high ground fell silent again, as if no one had ever been there.

Luo Guo, located near the far west, has a cold climate.

The terrain is high in the east and low in the west, and most of it is plains.

However, there are also about 30% high mountains.

At that moment, a flash of white light appeared on one of the highest, desolate mountain peaks, and two figures appeared out of nowhere.

It was Vance and Dara.

Without lingering, the two rose into the air and, using the clouds as cover, headed in a certain direction.

"Is this the 'change' you were talking about?"

The two moved very fast. Dara stood high in the air, his gaze sweeping downwards.

Although it was nighttime, it did not affect her vision in any way.

Below is a city, bustling with traffic, and colorful lights like flowing ribbons.

As far as the eye can see, the black skyscrapers look like boxes densely packed together, pointing towards the sky.

On the ground, long lines of metal-shelled monsters stretched along the roads, emitting ear-piercing roars and a burning stench.

Further away, a huge screen is playing something on a scrolling screen.

Vance stood beside her and simply nodded slightly.

"That's right, things are different now than before; the progress of technology is astounding."

Dara sighed.

"I remember the last time I went out, this place was still a grassland. I didn't expect it to have changed so much."

The two exchanged a few words casually.

Without further delay, we continued onward.

Not long after.

Above the clouds, two figures hovered over Tianyan Island.

Below, the outline of the island is already faintly visible.

The area above was ravaged and filled with billowing black smoke.

Several Luo Kingdom fleets were anchored on the sea surrounding Tianyan Island.

The dark mass of ships stretched out in a continuous line, clearly indicating that the disturbances here had alerted the upper echelons of the Kingdom of Luo, and they had arrived faster than expected.

"Thank you for your help."

Vance Road.

The two did not go down.

Dara didn't say anything more.

She simply raised her hand.

A stack of tarot cards silently slid out from his sleeve and hovered in front of him.

Her fingers intertwined, her gestures constantly changing, her movements so fast they almost left afterimages.

The cards spun, collided, and fluttered between her fingertips.

One after another, they broke through silently.

The fragments did not fall, but turned into grayish-white mist, which dissipated into the plainness.

Finally, only one card remained, floating silently in her palm.

After doing all this.

Dara's figure became somewhat transparent.

She ignored that and looked down.

The design on the sea is very simple: a rising sun, with golden rays spreading across the sea.

On the sea, a giant ship is sailing into the distance.

"Ships symbolize waterways, and their mooring places are ports. The sun rises from the sea, which is the direction of the east."

Dara spoke, her voice slightly softer than usual.

"When that person left, he must have dived into the sea and gone to some country in the East, to a city near a port."

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