Genius in the whole system: The useless young lady dominates the world

"We must leave here as soon as possible. This nest is eerie and not a place to stay for long." Lu Lingxi put away the jade pendant and said in a deep voice. She looked around, trying to find an exit from the nest.

"Master, I'll scout ahead!" the phantom said, its figure blurring as it transformed into countless dark green vines that spread out in all directions of the nest.

A moment later, the phantom's voice rang in Lu Lingxi Yao's mind: "Master, I have found an exit in the northwest of the nest, but there seems to be a powerful force blocking my vines, and I cannot break through."

“Northwest direction…” Lu Lingxi’s heart skipped a beat; that was the direction the Vermilion Bird’s feathers were pointing. “Let’s go take a look!”

Following the direction indicated by the phantom vines, the four carefully made their way to the northwest of the lair. Along the way, they saw more skeletons, all with bizarre shapes. Some of the skeletons had strange runes on them, exuding an eerie aura.

“These runes… seem to be some kind of sealing runes.” Lu Lingxi Yao carefully examined the runes on the skeleton, her heart growing increasingly uneasy. What secrets were hidden in this nest?

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they arrived at the northwest corner of the lair. Sure enough, there was an exit there, but the exit was shrouded in a thick layer of black mist. Within the mist, one could vaguely see some swimming dragon scale patterns, radiating powerful energy fluctuations.

"Is this the obstacle that the phantom mentioned?" Lu Lingxi frowned. She sensed that the power contained within this layer of black mist was extremely strong, and with their strength, it would probably be difficult to break through.

"Master, let me try!" Huan Yue said, taking a deep breath and circulating the wind-elemental spiritual power within his body, forming wind blades around him.

"Go!" Huan Yue shouted, and several wind blades whistled out, slashing towards the black mist.

"Bang bang bang!" The wind blades struck the black mist, producing a series of dull sounds. However, the mist was exceptionally tough, and the wind blades only left some shallow marks on it, unable to break through it at all.

"This fog is so strange, even my wind blades can't break through it!" Huan Yue said in surprise.

"Let me try it!"

As Zhuque spoke, she spread her wings, and a burst of blazing flames erupted from her body, forming a huge fireball that hurtled towards the black mist.

"boom!"

The fireball struck the black mist with a loud bang, scattering flames everywhere. However, the mist seemed to have a life of its own, swallowing the flames without causing a ripple.

"This..." Zhuque was also stunned. She did not expect that her flames could not cause any damage to this layer of mist.

"It seems that this layer of fog will not be so easy to break through."

Lu Lingxi said in a deep voice. She carefully observed the mist and found that the dragon scale patterns in the mist were moving in a certain pattern, as if maintaining the stability of the mist.

“Master, I feel that this layer of mist is somehow related to the scale patterns on the poisonous dragon’s body.” The phantom’s voice rang in Lu Lingxi’s mind. “Perhaps we can start with those scale patterns.”

"Dragon scale pattern..."

Lu Lingxi Yao's heart stirred. She suddenly remembered the remnant soul of the poisonous dragon that the phantom had devoured. The memory showed that three hundred years ago, a meteor shower changed the spiritual energy structure of the continent, and this poisonous dragon seemed to be related to that meteor shower.

"Phantom, can you find more information about these dragon scale patterns from the remnant memories of the Poison Dragon's soul?" Lu Lingxi asked in her mind.

“Master, I’m trying, but these memories are very fragmented, and I need some time to sort them out.” Phantom’s voice sounded strained.

Just then, Lu Lingxi Yao suddenly felt the jade pendant in her hand vibrate slightly. She looked down and saw that the halo on the jade pendant had become brighter, and the withered Yellow Spring Root phantom had become clearer.

"This jade pendant... seems to resonate with this layer of mist!" Lu Lingxi was startled. She vaguely sensed that this jade pendant might be the key to breaking through this layer of mist.

She raised the jade pendant and brought it close to the black mist. Sure enough, the halo on the jade pendant became even stronger, and the dragon scale patterns in the mist began to stir, as if stimulated by something.

"There's a response!" Lu Lingxi was overjoyed. She continued to bring the jade pendant closer to the mist, trying to find the source of the resonance.

Just then, the originally calm black mist suddenly began to churn violently, and the dragon scale patterns within the mist began to move wildly. A powerful suction force emanated from the mist, pulling Lu Lingxi and the others into it.

"Not good! Be careful, everyone!"

Lu Lingxi exclaimed in surprise. She tried to back away, but it was too late. The suction force was too strong, and she couldn't resist it at all.

"Master!" Huan Yue, Zhu Que, and Huan Ying exclaimed in alarm. They wanted to help, but they were also pulled by the suction force and could not move.

Just at this critical moment, the Flying Snow Sword in Lu Lingxi Yao's hand suddenly emitted a crisp sword sound, and a sharp sword light burst out from the sword, slashing towards the layer of black mist.

"Pfft!" The sword light struck the mist, tearing a gash in it and weakening the suction force.

"A great opportunity!" Lu Lingxi was overjoyed. She quickly activated the spiritual power within her body, broke free from the pull, and retreated.

Huan Yue, Zhu Que, and Huan Ying also took the opportunity to break free from the suction force and retreated to Lu Ling Xi Yao's side.

"That was close!" Huan Yue said, still shaken. "I was almost sucked in by that layer of mist!"

"What exactly is this fog? Why does it have such a strong suction force?" Suzaku asked, frowning.

Lu Lingxi Yao didn't speak. Her gaze was fixed on the cut that had been torn open by the Flying Snow Sword. She saw that the cut was slowly healing, and the dragon scale patterns in the mist had returned to calm.