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

The team camped outside the Misty Forest and rested for more than half a day. Only when the black smoke in the Misty Forest completely dissipated did they cautiously head towards the forest.

Stepping into the phantom mist forest that had been baptized by fire, the scene before my eyes was shocking. The originally lush and towering trees were now only left with charred trunks, like hideous skeletons pointing straight to the sky.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of ashes, mixed with the charred corpses of countless poisonous insects, rats and ants, emitting a pungent smell.

Murong Ling'er did not sit quietly in the carriage, but took the initiative to sit on the shaft and drove the carriage slowly forward with Chu Lingfeng. She looked around vigilantly, holding the whip tightly in her hand, as if ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

The fire last night was like a nightmare that completely devoured the vitality of the forest. The convicts still feel a lingering fear when they recall the scene!

They knew very well that if the poisonous spider had not suddenly attacked and made Chu Lingfeng and others realize the danger in the forest, they would probably have blindly stepped into this land of death. By then, more than just those unlucky people would have died.

"This place is creepy just by looking at it. Thanks to the fire, all these poisonous creatures were burned to death, otherwise we would be in trouble!" A convict muttered softly, with a hint of relief in his voice.

"Hmph! Don't be too happy too soon. Who knows if there are other dangers in this forest?" Another convict responded with a frown and a worried look on his face.

Huo Jianjie sat on the shaft of another carriage, but his mind was all on Huo Shuixian in the carriage. Huo Shuixian had been silent since she was bitten by a poisonous spider last night.

He knew that Narcissus might still be resentful of Ling'er. Yesterday, when life and death were at stake, Ling'er had indeed resorted to some drastic measures to save her. But the situation was critical at the time, so there was no time to weigh the pros and cons. He just hoped that Narcissus could figure it out soon.

Huo Shuixian in the carriage stared at the roof with empty eyes, her thoughts tangled like a tangled mess. Since being exiled, every time she encountered danger, it was Murong Linger who came to the rescue.

She had tried to kill Ling'er countless times, but she escaped time and time again. Not only that, she even saved her life.

She couldn't understand why Ling'er did this. Did she really not hate herself? Or was she just pretending, treating herself as a tool to be used?

After all, all the kindness her adoptive mother showed to her was a hypocritical deception after she learned the truth. She was just a substitute, and the real Murong Ling'er was no longer alive.

If I hadn't discovered this secret, would I have continued to enjoy everything that didn't belong to me with peace of mind, and have a deep "sisterly love" with Murong Ling'er?

Just as everyone was thinking about their own things, the road ahead suddenly became blurry, and a thick fog slowly rose, as if some unknown danger was quietly approaching.

The thick fog came strangely and enveloped everyone in an instant. The convicts immediately panicked and the team began to riot.

"Everyone, calm down and stay calm!" Chiffon shouted loudly, trying to stabilize the situation, but fear quickly spread among the crowd.

Murong Ling'er frowned. She keenly felt that the thick fog was unusual and there must be some strange power at work.

"There's something wrong with this fog, everyone be careful!" As soon as Murong Ling'er finished speaking, she heard someone screaming in fear.

"There's a ghost!" I saw a fugitive with a pale face, pointing forward, his body shaking constantly.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, but saw nothing.

"Don't scare yourself!" Chifeng scolded, but his voice trembled slightly.

However, more and more prisoners began to experience hallucinations.

Some saw their dead relatives calling out to them in the fog, others saw mountains of gold, silver and treasures. They walked towards the illusory scene as if possessed.

"Stop them quickly!" Chu Lingfeng shouted, and he and several sober people tried to pull back the fugitives who were trapped in the illusion, but to no avail.

Murong Ling'er knew that this could not go on any longer. She had to break the illusion as soon as possible. She closed her eyes, mobilized the spiritual power in her body, and tried to sense the source of the illusion.

Through spiritual exploration, she discovered that this illusion was controlled by a powerful evil force hidden in the depths of the forest.

Murong Ling'er opened her eyes, and a hint of determination flashed in them.

"You wait here, I will go and break this illusion!" Murong Ling'er said, and her figure flashed and flew towards the depths of the fog.

Chu Lingfeng wanted to stop him, but found it was too late.

Murong Ling'er was speeding through the thick fog. The scenery around her kept changing, sometimes it was a gloomy hell, sometimes it was a beautiful fairyland, but she was determined and remained unmoved.

Finally, she arrived at the core of the illusion.

I saw a huge black demon shadow standing there, emitting an evil aura.

"Who is this evil monster causing trouble here?" Murong Ling'er shouted angrily.

The demonic shadow let out a sinister laugh: "Little girl, you meddle in other people's business. Today, I will make you die here!" As he said that, he pounced towards Murong Ling'er.

Murong Ling'er was not afraid at all. She waved the whip in her hand, which turned into a ray of light and started a fierce fight with the evil shadow.

For a moment, light and darkness intertwined, and the surrounding fog was stirred even more violently.

Murong Ling'er used various magic spells to cultivate immortality, and wherever the light reached, the power of the demonic shadow was gradually weakened.

After a hard fight, Murong Ling'er finally found the flaw of the demon shadow. She concentrated her spiritual power and killed it with one blow. The demon shadow let out a scream and dissipated into the air.

As the demonic shadow disappeared, the thick fog quickly dissipated, and the illusion was broken.

The convicts woke up as if from a dream, sweating profusely and terrified.

Chu Lingfeng and others felt relieved when they saw Murong Ling'er return safely.

"Miss Murong, are you okay?" Chu Lingfeng asked with concern.

Murong Linger smiled slightly: "I'm fine, the illusion has been broken, let's continue moving forward!"

Everyone was full of admiration and gratitude for Murong Ling'er.

They rode non-stop out of the forest, but the road was rugged and the remnants of last night's fire made the journey very difficult.

Even so, it took the entire afternoon. By the time everyone finally saw the edge of the forest, the sunset glow on the horizon had been gradually swallowed up by the twilight.

"Oh my God! I'm so tired! My legs don't even belong to me anymore." A burly convict sat down on the ground, rubbing his sore calves with both hands, his face full of fatigue and resentment.

"That's right! This journey was like walking through the gates of hell. My heart is still pounding." An old man with a haggard face echoed, panting and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"I can't walk anymore. I really can't move even a step. If I walk any further, I'll die here." A woman also collapsed to the ground, her eyes full of despair and helplessness.