Descending through the dark and narrow tree hollow, the scenery suddenly opened up before them.
The surroundings remained enclosed by passageways, yet they were unusually wide—almost the size of a football field. The long, winding corridor twisted and turned, its end nowhere in sight.
Despite being underground with no apparent light source, the space wasn’t dim. On the contrary, everything was bathed in a white haze, blurring the lines between walls and floor. To someone with poor eyesight, it might seem as if they were standing on a vast, featureless plain.
Xia Lun slowly crouched down. The ground beneath his feet was softer than usual, as if drained of moisture, resembling dried-out ashes.
This was likely the origin of the name "Ashen Corridor."
Since they had just entered, no immediate dangers lurked nearby—this area was still safe.
Not far ahead, the path split into two diverging routes.
"In the Ashen Corridor, whenever you encounter a fork, taking the left path will lead you to stronger monsters," Kalinda explained. "But if you keep choosing the right, you’ll eventually return to the starting point. The corridor’s spatial structure constantly shifts, so backtracking won’t work—it’ll only drag you deeper into the maze."
Every labyrinth had its own rules, and these rules were often bizarre, requiring adventurers to uncover them step by step.
Inside the maze, the world was different—almost like a separate, miniature realm.
No one knew where these labyrinths came from, but the most widespread theory was that they were formed from the residual power of fallen, immensely powerful beings.
While no one was paying attention, Aina released a blood bat—one that had been altered to appear albino-white. Changing its color was child’s play for her; the usual dark crimson would have been too conspicuous here.
The bat would guide them to the right place.
Up ahead, the students had already encountered their first monster.
In the Ashen Corridor, all creatures were covered in smooth, white hides. Regardless of form, they were collectively called Ashen Beasts.
The deeper one ventured, the larger and stronger these beasts became.
Blocking their path now was a hound-like Ashen Beast—tailless, with a single eye centered on its head, and roughly the size of a large dog.
"Ice Spike."
Goth, one of the twins, was the first to strike. A sharp ice spike shot forth, piercing straight through the beast’s body.
Blood splattered as the creature let out a pained howl before collapsing lifelessly.
This early in the maze, the monsters weren’t much of a threat.
The group approached. Upon death, the Ashen Beast rapidly disintegrated into a pile of ash mixed with flesh and bone fragments, gradually merging back into the corridor.
Goth picked out a fingernail-sized crystal from the remains and pocketed it.
Kalinda summoned a ledger, jotting something down with a quill.
This expedition was the students’ intermediate-to-advanced rank promotion test.
"Aren’t they already advanced-rank?" Xia Lun found it odd. He could tell that Goth and the others had mana levels equivalent to high-tier mages.
"While their personal ranks are advanced, it’s not officially recognized," Liyana explained to Xia Lun. "Strictly speaking, only those who pass the promotion test are considered true high-tier mages. Mana levels alone don’t mean much—this is a new rule set by the Arcane Truth Institute."
Aina chimed in, "High-tier mages recognized by the Institute gain privileges and carry more authority than ordinary mages."
"Aina’s also a member of the Arcane Truth Institute," Liyana teased. "Aina, what’s your current standing there?"
"No comment."
If Liyana knew Aina’s current status, she’d undoubtedly pester her for favors.
"Ugh, so stingy."
With others around, Xia Lun and the two girls communicated via telepathy, which earned a puzzled glance from Kalinda, who wondered why they were so unusually quiet.
The students led the way, with Delyan seemingly eager to impress someone, her spells precise and her demeanor full of vigor.
But as they ventured deeper into the Ashen Corridor, the pressure steadily grew.
"ROAR—"
A seven-meter-tall humanoid Ashen Beast charged at them with a thunderous roar.
Goth and Gauss swiftly conjured a sturdy ice wall to block its path. The beast pounded the barrier with its fists, sending shards flying as cracks spiderwebbed across the surface.
"Delyan!" Gauss called.
"Ready, no need to rush!"
A surge of flames erupted before Delyan, coalescing into a five-meter-tall fiery lion.
Just as the Ashen Beast shattered the ice wall—
"Go!" Delyan pointed her staff, and the flaming lion roared, lunging at the beast, clamping its jaws around its throat and pinning it to the ground.
After casting the spell, Delyan swayed slightly. Liyana appeared beside her in an instant, offering support.
Liss’s staff glowed green, replenishing Delyan’s energy.
Back in the fray, the Ashen Beast, now charred black by the flames, stood no chance of rising again.
Goth and Gauss remained on guard, ensuring it couldn’t escape.
Finally, the beast let out one last roar before falling still, lifeless.
The twins searched the remains and retrieved a fist-sized crystal, handing it to Delyan, who accepted it without hesitation.
"Should we leave now? Going deeper might be too much, and our results should be enough for promotion," Goth suggested.
"Right. At the next fork, we’ll take the right path," Delyan agreed.
Leaving already?
Xia Lun felt a twinge of regret. They were only here as observers, with little chance to act.
Kalinda kept close watch, making it hard for him to slip away unnoticed.
After watching the whole time, he was itching for action.
Aina’s lips curled faintly.
Soon, they reached another fork. The students immediately chose the right path.
"Huh?" Kalinda paused. "Strange. Last time I was here, this intersection had three paths… Did I misremember?"
"Professor Kalinda, what’s wrong? Hurry, or we’ll lose the others," Aina urged softly.
"Ah—right. It’s nothing. Let’s go." Seeing Delyan and the others pulling ahead, Kalinda quickly followed.

or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!