After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

The sky seemed to be stained with thick ink and quickly darkened. Chifeng's heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible and powerful hand, and he became more and more anxious and uneasy.

The path on the cliff is like a winding giant python, twisting and circling, stretching for more than twenty miles. At the current snail-like pace, I am afraid that even if we walk until the sunrise, we will not be able to reach the end.

Although Chifeng was extremely anxious, he did not dare to rush everyone. He could only pray secretly in his heart, hoping that he could reach the nearest cave on the cliff before dark and find a place to stay for the night.

When this road was built, in order to provide convenience for passers-by, the craftsmen carefully dug a cave every few miles to prevent someone from being unable to get down the mountain in time before dark and being trapped with nowhere to stay.

It was precisely because they knew that there was such a "life-saving cave" that their anxious hearts were barely comforted and they did not completely lose their composure.

After trudging for a long time on this terrifying cliff path, everyone gradually got used to this way of walking on thin ice and quickened their pace a little.

However, the sky was almost completely dark, and the surroundings were gradually shrouded in darkness, as if demons hidden in the shadows were baring their fangs and making a fuss.

Although everyone was holding torches in their hands, no one dared to speed up easily in the face of this eerie and extremely steep mountain road at night. After all, if they were not careful, they might say goodbye to this world forever.

Chifeng was walking with full of worry, when suddenly, when he saw a slender branch sticking out from the cave in front of him, he felt relieved instantly, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

He stood still, not even daring to turn his head, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone, work harder, we'll be at the resting place soon!"

"what......"

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and just as the atmosphere eased a little, suddenly, a shrill scream pierced the night sky like an arrow. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound in astonishment, only to see a figure falling rapidly towards the bottomless cliff like a meteor.

"Lihua!"

"mother!"

Huo Jianjie felt a buzzing in his head. He never expected that Deng, who was walking in front of him, would slip.

At that moment, his world seemed to stop turning. He watched his wife fall straight down without any warning. He subconsciously panicked and held down Huo Zihao, who was frightened to death, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

At this critical moment, Murong Ling'er was like a female war god descending from the sky, carrying Murong Chen on her back and flying down at lightning speed. A thick vine seemed to be driven by a mysterious force, rising into the air like a spirit snake, and accurately entangled the rapidly falling Deng Lihua.

Deng Lihua had already fainted from the successive shocks, so she was completely unaware of this extremely strange scene.

Murong Ling'er steadily caught the unconscious Deng Lihua, and then used the force to fly upwards.

It was only at this moment that Huo Jianjie seemed to have lost all his strength. His legs went limp and he leaned limply against the cliff, his legs shaking like sieves.

Huo Shuixian was also frightened. Deng was about to drag her down with her. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and took a step forward first.

She thought with lingering fear, otherwise, if they were falling together at this moment, Murong Ling'er would definitely not save her first, and might even take the opportunity to make her end up in pieces. After all, she was the one who wanted her to die the most!

Deng's sudden fall almost scared everyone to death.

Even Chiffon kept wiping the cold sweat off his face, his heart beating wildly as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

Everyone just stood there in a daze for a long time, as if time had stopped.

It wasn't until Murong Ling'er brought the unconscious Deng Lihua and Murong Chen into the cave that Chifeng finally woke up and said, "Let's go! Everyone be careful and go slowly. The cave is just ahead."

On this side, as soon as Murong Ling'er entered the cave, she casually put Deng on the ground, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue and vigilance in her eyes.

Then, she quickly looked around the cave. The cave was much larger than she had imagined, and could easily accommodate about 60 people. There were some naturally formed grooves on the cave wall, as if they were specially prepared by nature for people to place items.

"Mom, is Grandmother Deng okay?"

Murong Chen squatted beside Deng Lihua, whose face was as pale as paper. Seeing that her eyes were closed and she was motionless, he asked worriedly.

"It's okay, just a fright, just a good sleep."

As Murong Ling'er answered, she moved a relatively flat stone from the corner, placed her bag on it, and began to pack up her few belongings in preparation for the rest that followed.

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the thrilling scene just now. She wondered in her heart that the dangers along the way seemed to be increasing. Was it a coincidence, or was there someone behind it deliberately doing it?

As soon as she thought of this, Murong Ling'er's eyes suddenly became cold, as if they could condense the air in the cave. She first looked up outside the cave. The sky was already as dark as ink, and thick dark clouds pressed heavily on the sky, as if brewing an even more violent storm.

Then she moved her gaze to a corner of the cave, where some firewood was piled. Although it was a little damp, it was better than nothing. She squatted down and fiddled with the firewood skillfully. She took out a tinder from her bosom and blew it gently. A faint spark jumped out and gradually ignited the firewood pile.

The flames rose slowly, starting as tiny dots at first, and then quickly spread out, forming a blazing bonfire.

The leaping flames emitted a hint of warmth, like a nimble elf moving through the cave, gradually driving away the cold and damp air that permeated the cave, and adding a bit of vitality to this gloomy place.

Murong Chen had no intention of enjoying this moment of warmth. He was worried about his friends who were still struggling to get here on the small path between the cliffs.

He slowly inched toward the cave entrance, his small body perched on the edge, his head poking out to gaze out toward the winding path. His eyes were filled with anxiety and anticipation, as if his gaze, if only blazing enough, could illuminate the path forward for his companions.

A moment later, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw Chifeng and several other officials walking cautiously along the path.

The figures of the officers seemed a little blurry in the dim light, but the familiar outlines still made Murong Chen happy.

"Xiaochen, come in quickly, it's dangerous to sit there."

Chifeng inadvertently raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of Murong Chen sitting at the entrance of the cave. He was shocked and rushed forward, picked up Murong Chen, turned around and walked into the cave quickly until both feet were firmly in the cave, away from the dangerous edge of the cave.

He put Murong Chen down, patted his little head, and gently scolded him, "You kid, don't be so reckless. This cliff is not a place to play."

Murong Chen nodded obediently, but his eyes still drifted towards the cave entrance from time to time, hoping that the other friends could arrive safely as soon as possible.