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

Chapter 178 Dragon Aura [Part 1]

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Hu Long held his umbrella, his gaze calmly sweeping across the hundreds-of-meters-wide road to the other side.

It was a cluster of gray-white buildings that rippled like water.

Above the wall, pavilions and towers are scattered, and waterside pavilions and rockeries are layered. Through the cracks in the wall, one can glimpse a corner of the flying eaves and half of the corridor.

This is the best-preserved ancient architectural complex in Yanjing (Beijing), but it is never open to the public.

There is only one reason for all of this.

"Is this the Ji family's residence?"

Hu Long asked.

"Yes."

Ji Xiguang nodded.

Hu Long's eyes flickered slightly as information about the Ji family surfaced in his mind.

To be able to acquire such a large private residence in the heart of the capital city of Yu Kingdom, where every inch of land is incredibly valuable, requires not only immense wealth but also a powerful and influential position.

As one of the three great families, the Ji family naturally had the right to do so. To be more precise, the entire Yu Kingdom actually belonged to the Ji family.

The Ji surname has a long history and was originally the surname of an emperor, which can be traced back to the first emperor of China thousands of years ago.

Since then, although dynasties have changed like a revolving lantern, the true masters of this land have always been the Ji family.

Unlike most clans that remain behind the scenes and control power remotely, the Ji family firmly occupies this position and refuses to relinquish it.

On the one hand, it is naturally powerful and strong enough.

On the other hand, it is also due to the secret martial arts passed down in their family.

Its secret martial art, the Nine Dragons Offering Heaven Scripture, is extremely powerful, according to Ji Xiguang.

It even surpasses the other superior clans, making it the undisputed number one.

However, there is a problem with practicing this secret martial art, or more accurately, a requirement.

That is, whether it is cultivation or just the initial entry, it is necessary to rely on dragon energy.

This so-called dragon energy is different from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; it is a more abstract concept.

Only those who are the rulers of a country, or who are related to the rulers of a country by blood, can receive the nourishment of the dragon's energy.

The more prosperous a nation is, the stronger its dragon energy becomes, and the smoother, faster, and more powerful the practice of the Nine Dragons Offering to Heaven Scripture will be.

Conversely, when a nation declines and its dragon energy wanes, the pace of cultivation becomes extremely difficult.

To be honest, this secret weapon is no longer an ordinary secret weapon.

From Hu Long's current perspective.

The secret warriors of lower-class and middle-class clans belong to the most common category.

The only difference between the two is that one is incomplete and the other is complete; both are essentially visualizations of a particular kind of being, even though the beings are different.

However, all of these involve taking secret medicines to refine one's strength and elevate one's life level.

The ultimate goal is to bring one's own life form closer to and transform into the visualized being.

The secret weapons of the superior clans that I downloaded earlier, although more profound and the creatures they visualized were stronger, were essentially no different.

However, this Nine Dragons Offering to Heaven Scripture already involves a higher level of power.

No wonder it has been able to pass down its heritage for thousands of years and remain one of the three great families.

This made Hu Long even more curious about what kind of secret martial arts the Si and Hun families, who were on par with the Ji family, were hiding.

As the top three players, each must have its own trump cards. Even if they are not as good as some others, they shouldn't be too far behind.

With that in mind, Hu Long and Ji Xiguang headed straight for the Ji family's residence.

The two crossed the road and soon arrived at the gate.

"Lord Xiguang, welcome home!"

The one who spoke was a burly man with a face full of menacing features, but he bowed and greeted them with great respect in his eyes.

This person may appear to be just a bit burly, but in reality, he is already a martial artist at the peak of the Bone Tempering Realm.

This level of strength would be enough for someone to take on the position of clan leader in a typical mid-sized clan.

But here, he seems to be nothing more than a security captain.

The guards behind him also possessed the strength of the Skin Polishing Realm.

Ji Xiguang showed no expression, only nodded slightly, and walked inside after verifying his identity.

Hu Long followed him in with an air of nonchalance.

The instruments and equipment at the entrance, and the guards, did not react in the slightest.

It was as if Hu Long didn't exist at all.

This is certainly not because they are blind.

If you look closely, you'll find that the reflection of Ji Xiguang is only in the pupils of these guards.

There was no trace of Hu Long at all.

Even where Hu Long stood, rainwater still fell on the ground, splashing up ripples, as if there were truly nothing there.

All of this is not due to the glassy placenta.

While a glassy placenta can achieve a certain degree of invisibility, it is far from being completely invisible.

This is all due to the spiritual gift of capturing spirits (mirages).

This talent is less of a single ability and more of two distinct characteristics.

First, it emphasizes controlling the mind; second, it involves creating mirages.

This mirage differs from ordinary illusions because it incorporates the power of spirit absorption and also has the effect of obscuring the five senses.

Any being whose mental strength is inferior to Hu Long's will not be aware of Hu Long's presence even if he makes a sound while standing in front of them.

of course.

If we take action, we will still be exposed.

Even so, it is still extremely terrifying.

The Ji family compound occupies a considerable area, and as far as the eye can see, there is a straight road paved like jade.

Among them, there are rows and rows of antique buildings.

The legacy of the Yun Kingdom, the previous dynasty of the Yu Kingdom, coexists and blends with architectural traces from other dynasties here.

Its level of luxury far surpasses that of the Hu Family Compound.

That's not a difference in money.

When wealth accumulates to a certain level, the competition is no longer about money itself, but about inner strength and resources.

Just like the fundamental difference between aristocratic families and nouveau riche.

Along the way, Ji Xiguang encountered many members of the Ji family.

Everyone looked on with extreme awe.

This is normal. Ji Xiguang is a master of blood exchange, and he is over sixty years old. According to seniority, he is also quite senior, so his status is self-evident.

Ji Xiguang did not linger and walked straight to the innermost courtyard.

The Ji family residence outside is merely a place where clansmen live.

The true core members of the family reside in a more secluded and blessed land.

The entrance is located in the center of the Ji family's residence.

At the same time.

The moment Hu Long and his companion stepped into the Ji family's residence.

Penglai Realm.

This is the blessed land where the Ji family has lived for generations.

A sun hangs high in the sky above.

A giant island floats in mid-air, suspended between the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Below lies the boundless sea, calm and still.

This space is like a secluded paradise, a fairyland apart from the rest of the world.

A magnificent palace stands on the island, with layers of flying eaves and brackets, and glazed tiles that gleam brightly under the blazing sun, as if the entire island has been plated with a layer of flowing gold.

The palaces and pavilions stretch endlessly, with five-clawed golden dragons coiled around the vermilion pillars, so lifelike that they seem about to burst out of the pillars.

The palace walls were towering, and every few steps on top of them stood a tall figure clad in armor.

However, none of these figures showed any signs of life; they were clearly puppets.

Inside the palace, one could occasionally see members of the Ji family's core lineage moving about.

The deepest hall is the most magnificent, with nine golden dragon pillars on both sides supporting a high and wide dome. The dome is painted with auspicious clouds and cranes, outlined in gold powder, shining brightly.

The nine-tiered jade steps rise one after another, their surfaces as smooth and lustrous as solidified fat, and are carved with intricate cloud and thunder patterns.

At the end of the steps, a huge dragon throne stands majestically, with nine golden dragons coiled around its back, their heads raised high, holding pearls in their mouths, the pearls shimmering.

On the dragon throne, a figure sat motionless, robes hanging down, eyes slightly closed, his aura deep and profound, as if he were one with the entire palace.

This was an old man with a thin frame, a haggard appearance, and a face deeply lined with wrinkles.

A dark gold dragon robe wrapped around his body, and his long gray hair cascaded over his shoulders, moving without wind.

On the exposed skin, dark golden lines meandered and flowed like living things, spreading like ripples on water, exuding a terrifying pressure.

All around, wisps of black energy swirled and lingered.

These condensed auras, and faint scales and claws could be seen, as if there were the shadow of a dragon.

Most noticeably, there was a bump the size of an egg on the right side of his forehead.

If you look closely, you will find that his face is three or four parts similar to the current emperor of the Yu Kingdom.

This person was none other than Ji Wudi, the head of the Ji family.

A supreme grandmaster of the Yuan Dan realm who has lived for an unknown amount of time.

--roar!

Just then.

The black dragon phantom that had been circling suddenly raised its head and let out a faint dragon roar.

Swish!

next moment.

Ji Wudi, who had been cultivating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

A white bolt of lightning seemed to flash across the entire hall before disappearing.

Ji Wudi's eyes were as pure as if they were cast from glass, with vertical pupils and a dark golden luster.

It doesn't resemble a human eye, but rather the pupil of some ancient and powerful being.

At that moment, a hint of surprise flashed across those vertical pupils.

"What's going on? The dragon's aura is shifting, a warning sign—could something have happened?"

No wonder he acted this way.

The last time the dragon's aura was unusual was a hundred years ago.

Dragon energy is the foundation of the Ji family, and it is of paramount importance to someone like Ji Wudi.

In the later stages of cultivation, dragon energy can not only assist in cultivation, but also possess a certain ability to provide warnings from the unseen.

To date, there are only three situations in which the dragon's energy can be triggered to issue warnings autonomously.

Firstly, the world undergoes a great change, such as the catastrophe that occurred a hundred years ago when a sudden divine intervention occurred.

Secondly, the state was in turmoil, such as the state of Yu facing imminent destruction.

Thirdly, something happened to a member of the Ji family.

Compared to the first two, Ji Wudi preferred the last one.

However, for the dragon's aura to be triggered, the one in trouble must at least be a core member of the clan.

"Could it be that someone intends to harm my Ji family?"

Ji Wudi's eyes were deep and thoughtful.

The fingers lightly tapped the armrests of the golden dragon throne, one tap after another, the deep echoes reverberating in the vast hall.

Just then.

At the entrance of the palace.

A figure clad in armor strode in, the armor plates clanging, and knelt on one knee.

"Your Majesty, Lord Xiguang requests an audience."

;

"Let her in."

Ji Wudi spoke calmly, his tone utterly indifferent.

With his cultivation level, he had already sensed Ji Xiguang's presence the moment she approached the main hall.

soon.

Ji Xiguang strode into the hall.

"Master!"

She bowed in greeting.

"What is it?"

Ji Wudi sat upright on the dragon throne, his tone casual, but his gaze held a hint of scrutiny.

"That's right, during my recent trip, I happened to acquire a magical tool made of the twelve zodiac animals."

As Ji Xiguang spoke, he flipped his hand over.

The light from the palm prints flashed and disappeared, and a pitch-black mask appeared out of thin air.

It was a bull's head mask, with thick horns, wide-open eyes, and mist seemingly swirling around its mouth and nose. It was lifelike and exuded a wild and fierce aura.

"Hmm? The Ugly Ox Technique Tool?"

Ji Wudi's expression shifted slightly, and he leaned forward slightly.

The crown and beaded curtain above her head swayed.

Have you ever tried it?

"nature."

Ji Xiguang nodded and raised her hand to cover her face with the mask.

The mask has no ropes; the moment it touches the skin, it adheres firmly as if it were alive, with faint black threads spreading along the edges, blending seamlessly with the face.

The moment it was put on.

Glug glug————

The sound of surging blood and qi was like the roar of a river, clearly audible in the silent hall.

Ji Xiguang's body swelled up at a visible speed, as if countless snakes and insects were crawling beneath his skin, and his clothes were stretched taut and made a rustling sound.

She grew taller, her shoulders and back became as broad as mountains, her arms as thick as pillars, and the aura she exuded changed from cold and aloof to wild and fierce, like an ancient beast that had broken free.

"The Ox-shaped artifact can amplify the user's power. I feel that the dragon blood in my body is more active in this state."

Ji Xiguang said.

As she spoke, she reached out and took off the ugly ox mask.

laugh!

With a slight sound, the moment the mask was removed, her body shrank back to its original size like a deflated balloon.

Her robes were now just tattered strips, hanging loosely on her body, revealing her fair skin underneath.

"Good, good, good! Xiguang, you did a great job."

Ji Wudi laughed loudly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He raised his hand and grabbed.

An invisible force, like an unseen hand, instantly snatched the Ugly Ox artifact from Ji Xiguang's hand.

Ji Wudi held the mask and raised his hand to cover his face.

However, just as the mask was about to touch his face...

A sudden change occurred.

A thick cloud of black mist suddenly erupted from the Ugly Ox magic tool, enveloping Ji Wudi as if it were a living thing.

Black mist surged and wafted into his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

In an instant.

Ji Wudi's figure froze in place, completely still.

A gray mist seemed to permeate the depths of his pupils, swallowing up all his brilliance and leaving only an empty, bewildered void.

"Master, it's all taken care of."

From the side, Luo Sha's voice rang out, carrying a hint of ingratiation.

It's no wonder she's like this; she truly has no control over her own life now.

Although she had been branded with a mental mark, it was only temporary for her.

She could clearly perceive that the essence of this mental imprint was not stable.

Given some time, it won't be difficult to resolve this.

But now it's different.

With the enhancement of Hu Long's advanced spiritual talent, that spiritual imprint has taken deep root in her soul.

Sometimes, even Hu Long could sense some of her thoughts.

If this happens, she will be burned by the fire of purification.

The pain was so intense that she dared not have any wild thoughts; she could only praise Hu Long in her heart and dared not have any other distracting ideas.

Hu Long didn't bother with Luo Sha's thoughts.

There was absolutely no need for the other party to remind them.

The moment the black mist engulfed Ji Wudi, Hu Long had already moved.

His figure suddenly appeared in front of Ji Wudi, his eyes slightly open, and three emerald green windmills suddenly appeared deep in his pupils, spinning rapidly.

He was clearly planning to seize this opportunity to directly imprint a mental mark on Ji Wudi.

However, in that split second...

Roar! ! !

A dragon's roar suddenly exploded.

The sound was more distant and deeper than before, as if it came from the ancient wilderness across endless years, carrying a sense of vastness and violence, causing the surrounding halls to shake.