Feng Ju didn’t understand why he was so fixated on Lin Zheng’s life and frowned, "This kid alive is troublesome, why bother carrying such a burden with you?"
Ye Shu said, "This person is smart and excels at resolving desperate situations. Before entering the Demon World, he told me he had a way to successfully obtain the Dragon Ball without awakening the Netherworld Dragon. It’s true that the awakening Netherworld Dragon plays right into our hands.
However, this thing is born from the Nine Nethers and is inherently malicious. The uncontrollable factors are simply too many. Keeping Lin Zheng by our side may prove critically important in times of crisis."
Feng Ju felt Ye Shu’s concerns were reasonable; with a catastrophe like the Netherworld Dragon, more layers of security is always better. "Shu’er, your thoughts are comprehensive. Alright, we’ll spare the boy’s life for now."
Upon hearing these words, Lin Zheng realized Ye Shu had an ulterior motive in saving him. His bright eyes gradually darkened, filled with boiling iron due to anger and bitterness. He hoarsely said, "Even if I turn into a Fierce Ghost! I will never let you get your way!"
Ye Shu ignored his anger and simply requested Feng Ju, "Please lend me the Void Mirror."
Feng Ju’s ghostly fire eyes stagnated for a moment at Ye Shu’s repeated requests and asked, "What do you need the Void Mirror for?"
It seemed his deceased mother indeed hadn’t neglected to share secrets about himself. The Void Mirror was one of the three great treasures of the Langya Demon Sect. Its light could transform any space into one’s domain.
It was an extremely rare top-grade Immortal Artifact.
Ye Shu said, "I need this kid’s life to sacrifice to the Dragon Soul, but, Uncle, as you see, those two from the Taixuan Sect and Cangwu Palace are guarding him tightly. To capture him alive, we must first resolve those two."
Speaking, Ye Shu smiled faintly and added, "However, Uncle, we are running out of time."
Feng Ju remained silent for a moment, then deeply gazed at Ye Shu, as if trying to see through his eyes into the true nature of his soul.
Those eyes were too deep, burdened with heavy secrets unknown to others. Yet, the deeper such eyes, the darker the secrets they harbor.
Feng Ju let out a light laugh, with a clear tone of satisfaction.
The blood tide began to rise amidst the long winds of the wilderness; in a short time, the water level had spread from the waist to the chest.
The bitterly cold water greedily stole away body heat, and the flickering Lotus Fire at Su Jing’s fingertips looked as if it could go out at any moment.
Yin Baishuang, who was twirling two white pieces at her fingertips, slightly raised her brows and emotionlessly glanced at the diminishing flame. With a light motion of her downturned fingertips, she conjured a third white piece.
As she closed her eyes, all three pieces fell in front of their foreheads, flickering with a mystical light, reminiscent of the endless night.
A wave crashed toward the spot where the trio had just stood, hitting nothing.
The three simultaneously vanished without a trace.
Sussuration of leaves, the mocking crows of Yin Crow, the howling of the wild winds. The underworld was silenced, a moment filled with deadly threat.
Where Yin Baishuang’s white pieces had fallen was unknown; the air was dry, everything around was pitch black, and not a finger could be seen before one’s hand.
She frowned, pulled a Spirit Stone from her sleeve and crushed it. The shattered pieces burst forth with a rich Spiritual Flow, illuminating the surrounding illusions like shattered stars.
It appeared they had been transported to a den akin to that of a colossal beast; barren and overgrown with wild grass, stirring up the scent of rot and desolation with every gust of wind.
In her plain white robes, she stood not far from Yin Baishuang, silent for a moment. As the wind passed, a chill crept up their spines.
Su Jing watched Yin Baishuang in silence, not speaking, yet her clear black eyes betrayed a touch of confused vulnerability.
Yin Baishuang furrowed her brow, slowly spread her fingers to see that one of the three white pieces in her palm had unexpectedly cracked.
And Baili An, who should have been transported with them, was nowhere to be found.
In the ethereal realm of Cloud Mansion, light clouds floated, shattering the obscure daylight, with sounds of snow being whisked away by the wind, snowflakes falling like beads.
Baili An stood within this space, severed from the real world, weightless, surrounded by what seemed like three thousand different realms, spinning wildly, with not a breath of realness detectable.
Then, Ye Shu’s voice drifted with the cloud winds, "Without permission, I’ve invited your excellency into the mirror for a chat, I hope for your forgiveness."
Before Baili An could respond, Lin Zheng, under Ye Shu’s control, struggled fiercely and roared, "He plans to sacrifice you to the Netherworld Dragon, to repair the Dragon Ball’s flaw. Don’t waste words with him, kill him quickly!"
However, the power of the Void Mirror was more miraculous and stronger than imagined. As the space spun, the cloud vapor and snowflakes pelting his face abruptly vanished, and the refreshing coldness around him climbed to an intense chill that could freeze everything.
Suddenly, Baili An’s feet touched something cold, not like the chill of a rock, for rocks don’t emit such alarming coldness. Even through his boots, that chill pierced the skin of his feet.
At the same time, he heard Lin Zheng’s sharp intake of breath.
Ye Shu, holding the Void Mirror, spoke with a calm demeanor, "What you’re standing on now is the slumbering Netherworld Dragon."
He shifted his gaze and in the ageless darkness saw a pair of eyes, heavy as mountains, slowly opening their lids, and added, "Of course, this weighty Netherworld Dragon is now awakening."