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

"Hmph, you lackey of the evil god, how dare you be so arrogant in front of us!" The demon general roared, sweeping his giant axe to force back the bone whip, but his left arm was silently slashed by another black-robed man, leaving a deep wound that exposed bone.

Supported by Lu Lingguihong, Lu Lingyuntian stared palely at the fierce battle in the sky, his aged eyes filled with endless worry.

"Yaoyao...my Yaoyao..." he murmured to himself, his heart aching.

"Grandpa, don't worry, Yao Yao is a lucky person and will definitely be safe and sound!" Lu Lingguihong comforted her.

At the Holy Spirit Academy, Zi Sang Gu Cheng, his white robes stained with blood, his long sword humming, was fighting a black-robed leader with a chilling aura. Shangguan Yunqing, Feng Qingyu, Xiao Xuan, Bai Mingxuan, Chu Yifan, and others were also fighting on their own, struggling against the black-robed men who outnumbered them several times over.

Feng Qingyu, dressed in red, looked somewhat disheveled at the moment. She wielded the phoenix whip with great force, but she was still unable to break through the black-robed man wielding a black scythe.

"Pfft—" Xiao Xuan was caught off guard and was ambushed by a man in black robes. He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backward.

"Senior Brother Xiao!" Bai Mingxuan exclaimed, wanting to rush forward to help, but was held back by the other two men in black robes.

The battle situation was already precarious for everyone on the Holy Spirit Continent. Although the demon warriors were brave, the Black Abyss had come prepared, with a large number of people and a thorough understanding of the terrain of the Holy Spirit Continent. What was even more terrifying was that some cultivators had joined the Black Abyss's camp with bloodshot eyes and expressionless faces, wielding their swords against their former comrades.

"Traitor!" a demon general roared, cleaving a disloyal cultivator in two with a single axe strike. But the number of weak individuals corrupted by the power of the evil god continued to grow.

In the Netherworld, countless remnants of the Ghost Fang clan, transformed by the power of evil gods, along with the elite forces of the Black Abyss, formed the "Dark Legion," which continuously set out from the Netherworld and surged towards every corner of the Nine Realms.

They secretly established strongholds in the most remote places of each realm. These strongholds, like malignant tumors, constantly absorbed the life force of the realms they belonged to and released Yin energy. Some people with weak will or low cultivation gradually became puppets of the Black Abyss.

The Nine Realms are now in chaos. Some great cities are in ruins. Black mist permeates every corner of the cities. The mist is highly corrosive, and ordinary living beings die instantly upon contact with it. Even cultivators feel their spiritual energy flow is obstructed and their souls are uneasy.

"Help me—" The shrill screams rose and fell.

Brocade City, once the jewel of the Holy Spirit Continent, renowned for its exquisite silks and thriving trade, has now become a vast black abyss. At the edge of the abyss, several "Apostles of Evil Gods," clad in bone armor, wielding giant blades, and exuding an evil aura, coldly observe everything below.

"Great evil god, please enjoy these lowly offerings!" An apostle of the evil god raised his giant blade and roared madly.

As his words fell, countless dark tentacles surged from the abyss, engulfing the cultivators and mortals who were trying to escape, turning them into energy, and merging them into the bottomless darkness.

The strongholds secretly built by the Black Abyss have now been transformed into black altars exuding an ominous aura, with the totems of evil gods flashing with an eerie red light on them.

Panic, like an invisible plague, spread to every corner of the Nine Realms, leaving countless people homeless and praying in despair, but receiving no response.

In the northern border of the Demon Realm, the Snow Wolf tribe, known for its bravery and skill in battle, was wiped out overnight, and its territory was turned into a sea of ​​blood.

In the southern border of the Demon Realm, the Forest of Ten Thousand Trees, once a paradise for countless plant spirits, has now become lifeless. Towering ancient trees have withered and fallen, and the once clear streams have turned into foul-smelling silt. Countless weak spirits wail in pain as their bodies are corroded by black energy, gradually losing consciousness and turning into mindless walking corpses that only know how to kill.

On the eastern coast of the Illusionary Sea Continent, there once stood a small immortal town called "Listening to the Tide City," where the cultivators were all skilled in music and were famous for their conch shell magical artifacts.

The dark legion besieged the city. The city lord held a jade conch shell and played a celestial melody called "Azure Sea Serenity Melody," attempting to purify the evil and awaken the bewitched creatures with the power of music.

The melodious music carried a soothing power, and some of the Black Abyss soldiers with lower cultivation levels showed expressions of pain and struggle as the music played.

However, an apostle of an evil god merely snorted and waved his hand, tearing the celestial music apart with a jet-black sound wave. The jade conch in the city lord's hand shattered upon impact.

"A stubborn resistance!" the apostle of the evil god said disdainfully, as a giant palm descended from the sky, crushing the entire Tingchao City and all its inhabitants into dust.

In the Azure Continent—Southern Wilderness, the sacred land of the Witch Clan, "Ten Thousand Gu Abyss," has been worshipped for generations as a totem of the ancient Witch God. When the Black Abyss army invaded, the Witch Clan's High Priest led his people to feed their bodies to Gu, transforming into countless poisonous insects and ferocious beasts to engage in a desperate battle with the enemy.

In an instant, poisonous fog filled the air, and Gu worms devoured the sky. The battle was extremely fierce, but in the end, under the joint attack of several evil god apostles, the sacred land of the Witch Clan was still breached. The high priest transformed into a blood Gu and perished together with an evil god apostle. However, many more members of the Witch Clan were corrupted by the power of the evil god in despair and turned into terrifying "corpse Gu".

Similar tragedies unfolded in every corner of the Nine Realms. Once-powerful immortal sects were wiped out overnight; ancient families that had remained hidden from the world turned to ashes in their resistance; and countless heroes perished in desperate battles.

In the Demon Realm, in the Nine Nether City, Xiling Qianluo sat on the throne of the Demon Palace. Her beautiful face was now covered with frost. She had just received secret reports from spies from all walks of life. Each piece of news made her anger and worry intensify.

"Report! Lord Xiling, an urgent report has arrived from the Ancient Continent: Tianyu City has fallen! The defending general, known as 'Iron Wall,' General Li Xuan, fought valiantly against three apostles of the evil gods, ultimately sacrificing his primordial spirit to perish together with the enemy. Of the million lives lost in the city, not a single one survived!"

"Report—Lord Xiling, the Demon Realm's Ten Thousand Demon Palace has been breached by the Black Abyss army. To cover everyone's retreat, Demon King Di Hong burned his nine tails and fought to the death. The Demon Clan's sacred land, 'Lake of the Lost Moon,' has been polluted by black energy!"

"Report—Lord Xiling, news has come from the Sea Clan that a massive black vortex has appeared deep within the Endless Sea, and countless sea beasts have gone berserk, attacking various coastal tribes. The Sea Clan Royal Court has ordered the entire clan to evacuate to the deep sea for refuge, but the situation is not optimistic!"

One piece of bad news after another arrived, and Xiling Qianluo felt a deep sense of powerlessness. The power of the evil god was even more terrifying than she had imagined. She looked worriedly towards the direction of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons. Nalan Rongzhi's fate was still unknown, and she also thought of Lu Lingxi Yao, who was heading to the Outer Heaven to save her mother. She murmured to herself, "Xiyao... you must succeed..."