The Black-Robed Man
Sang Ying did not expect that Boruo would agree to help them.
The three of them walked quietly toward the underground dungeon, and with each step they got closer, the scorching temperature rose a notch.
Boruo had already told them that the Heart Devil Mirror was hidden on Prince Futu's person.
Sang Ying had heard that Jiang Zhuoxue's mother was a princess of the Devil Race Clan, so Prince Futu was her brother. If she hadn't failed to see any scheming or conspiracy in the other party's eyes, Sang Ying really couldn't understand why this princess would choose to help them and betray her brother.
Perhaps Sang Ying's gaze was too obvious, because after being stared at for a while, Boruo turned around and met Sang Ying's gaze.
"What, are you worried I'll lead you into a trap?" Boruo raised an eyebrow slightly and asked deliberately, without any politeness.
Sang Ying shook her head naturally. "That's not what I meant. I'm just curious why the princess would help us. With your intelligence, you should be able to figure out why we're looking for the Heart Devil Mirror."
Sang Ying's question was quite direct, and Boruo certainly understood it.
She chuckled, whether mocking Sang Ying's question or herself, it was unclear. "Of course I know why you came to find the Heart Devil Mirror, but I just want to help you, is there a problem?"
Sang Ying shook her head and didn't ask any further questions.
The stone steps to the dungeon weren't long; the three of them arrived inside in just a few steps.
Calling it a dungeon is not quite accurate; it's merely a secret chamber where Prince Futu was sealed. It's only considered a hidden dungeon because it was built beneath the fifth floor.
Boruo hadn't expected to see her brother again so soon; their unpleasant conversation from not long ago was still fresh in her mind. And today, she would help her child take away the most precious treasure from him.
But Boruo didn't regret it, nor did she think she had done anything wrong.
Composing himself, Boruo stepped off the stone steps and looked up at the flames.
"Where is she?!" Boruo's exclamation caught the attention of Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue. The two rushed to Boruo's side and followed her gaze. Apart from the flames and the altar within them, there was nothing else in the entire secret chamber.
Boruo stared intently at the empty chains in the center of the altar, clenching his teeth tightly.
Sang Ying realized something and asked softly, "Princess, has something happened to Futu?"
Before coming here, Old Patriarch Bai and the others had given Sang Ying some pointers, especially emphasizing the presence of Futu. He was the one who took up the banner of the Devil Race Clan after the death of the Devil Race Lord, and he almost destroyed the Dragon Race single-handedly.
It was precisely because of the power of the Futu that the High Antiquity gods who suppressed the Devil Race sealed it in the Netherfire, preventing it from escaping these constraints and continuing to harm the Upper Realm.
But when Old Patriarch Bai mentioned these things, he was just saying it casually, telling Sang Ying not to worry.
After all, no matter how powerful the Futu is, it is impossible for it to escape the Netherfire Seal set up by the High Antiquity gods.
But what's going on now? The chains in the flames are hanging empty, and the Futu is nowhere to be seen. He has obviously already escaped.
Not only were Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue surprised, but Boruo found it even more unbelievable.
Boruo knew best how restrictive the Netherfire Seal was to the Futu. Why was she here the last time she came, but now she couldn't find her?
Boruo couldn't help but feel nervous. If Futu really escaped, she would have a hard time saving Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue from her brother's clutches on her own.
But soon she noticed a faint, lingering smell of blood slowly drifting to her nose.
Boruo's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she rushed forward to look at the chains on the altar. Sure enough, she saw a patch of dried blood on the white bricks of the altar.
"Who, who hurt my brother?!" Boruo was certain that it was Futu's blood, and she was even more certain that Futu couldn't leave on his own.
What kind of person could infiltrate their Devil Domain, injure Futu, and kidnap people?
Boruo dared not think any further. Just from the fact that the other party had attacked Futu, she had already glimpsed the man's formidable strength.
However, Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue were unaware of each other's thoughts. After realizing that there was no one else in the secret room, Sang Ying quickly scanned the entire room.
Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to a board that stood out conspicuously in the corner.
The chamber was incredibly hot; besides the fire and the chains on the altar, nothing else could survive there. So where did this wooden plank come from, and what kind of plank could withstand the flames of the chamber?
Sang Ying had a plan in mind and couldn't resist going forward to touch him.
But before her hand could touch the wooden plank, it fell softly to the ground like cloth. Behind the plank were Bai Nianchou and the White Dragon Tribe guards, who were frozen in Immobilization Incantation and staring at Sang Ying with wide, terrified eyes.
Sang Ying immediately realized that the villain in the secret room hadn't left yet, but it was too late for her to warn him.
An unknown force suddenly overturned Sang Ying, and she was pushed away by the force before she could even draw her sword, falling straight into the dark water mirror that had appeared behind her at some unknown time!
Jiang Zhuoxue saw this and wanted to reach out to pull the person back, but everything happened too suddenly and quickly. His hand brushed past Sang Ying's fingertips, but he couldn't stop her.
They could only watch helplessly as Sang Ying fell into the half-person-high water mirror and then disappeared.
The vortex of water that had swallowed Sang Ying immediately returned to calm. The half-person-high mirror shrank abruptly before Jiang Zhuoxue could touch it, and finally flew down into a white jade-like hand.
The person draped in black robes slowly tucked the mirror into their robes and greeted Princess Boruo in a hoarse voice, "It's been a long time, Princess, how are you?"
"Who are you? I don't know you at all." As Boruo spoke, she silently stepped between her son and the man in black robes, fearing that the man might suddenly go berserk and attack Jiang Zhuoxue.
After that incident, Boruo knew very well that the man had sneaked into the secret room long ago, but the three of them found nothing when they entered, and in the end, they fell into his trap.
All of this was telling Boruo that she couldn't afford to offend the man in black robes before her!
The man in black robes didn't seem to care about her resistance; in fact, his attitude was quite amiable. "Princess, you are naturally forgetful and won't remember me, but it's enough that I remember you. Oh, by the way, your brother made a deal with me, and I've already asked him for his payment. I still need this Heart Devil Mirror for now, so I'll take it with me."
As he spoke, he activated his Immortal Power, making a move to leave.
But Jiang Zhuoxue suddenly lunged forward. "Stop! Give me back Sang Ying! Give me back that mirror!"
The man in black robes slightly raised his hand, and powerful Immortal Power surged towards Jiang Zhuoxue's face, instantly sending her flying far away.
Jiang Zhuoxue fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her whole body aching as if her bones were falling apart.
"Give her back to you?" The man in the black robe seemed to have heard a laughable story. "Young man, she never belonged to you. So what's the point of 'giving her back'?"
After saying this, a "door" slowly appeared behind the man in black robes. Boruo immediately recognized it as a trace left after the High Antiquity Teleportation Array was activated!
Clearly, the guy in front of me who can activate High Antiquity Teleportation Array without relying on external power is an immortal!