Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

Dongfang Weiwo followed the army of rogue cultivators and chose the side road with the most people—not because he wanted to join in the fun, but because it was easier to hide in a crowded place.

He concealed his aura, disguised himself as an ordinary innate realm martial artist, and mingled among the crowd.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng followed in secret, without revealing themselves.

"Young master, there are traps ahead." Ye Gucheng's voice rang in his ear, using telepathic communication.

I, the only one in the East, have slowed down.

Sure enough, the few rogue cultivators walking ahead stepped on a loose paving stone, and the ground suddenly collapsed, revealing a deep pit. The bottom of the pit was covered with dense, sharp spikes, which glowed with a poisonous green light.

"ah--!"

Amid screams, five or six people fell and died instantly.

"Watch out! There's a trap!"

The independent cultivators were in complete chaos.

Dongfang Weiwo bypassed the trap and continued forward.

He wasn't in a hurry. His goal wasn't the ordinary treasures on the first level, but the real opportunities on the second and third levels, and—the other potential chosen ones.

After passing the first hurdle, the Azure Dragon Society encountered two more hurdles in succession.

One attack came from a swarm of puppets—twelve stone golems at the Grandmaster level attacking simultaneously. Li Chenzhou didn't make a move, but Fu Hongxue drew his sword.

A knife.

All twelve puppets shattered simultaneously.

Gongzi Yu watched Fu Hongxue's retreating figure, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

The other was an illusion array—capable of trapping people in their inner demons and making them see their deepest fears. Zhuo Donglai was a master of cunning, so the illusion array had no effect on him. He easily broke through the array's core and led everyone through.

After passing all three checkpoints, a downward staircase appeared ahead.

At the end of the stairs is the entrance to the second floor.

"We were the first to arrive," Zhuo Donglai said.

Li Chenzhou nodded: "No rush, let's wait. Let the other forces come down too, we shouldn't be the first to stick our necks out."

"Yes."

The members of the Azure Dragon Society rested near the entrance to the second floor, waiting for other forces.

The Antarctic Sword Sect was the second to pass through the first level.

Ling Yunzi's sword was fast enough that none of the three checkpoints could stop him.

The Iron Blood Hall was the third to pass, but lost five disciples.

The fourth one is Chaotian Palace. Although Qingfeng Daoren's cultivation level is not as high as the previous ones, Chaotian Palace's techniques are good at breaking mechanisms, so the losses are minimal.

The fifth one at Qinglong Temple—Zen Master Liaochen—deliberately slowed down, clearly not wanting to enter the second level too early.

Other forces passed through one after another, some suffering heavy losses, while others passed easily.

Of the independent cultivators, less than one in ten survived to pass the first level.

At the entrance to the second floor, all forces converge once again.

The space here is larger than the first floor, and the spiritual energy is much denser. An ancient aura permeates the air, as if millions of years have been frozen here.

In the center of the second level, there is another stone tablet:

"The Second Level: The Path of Life and Death"

"Those who pass live, those who fail die."

"No way out"

The three words "no way out" are particularly eye-catching.

This means that once you enter the second level, you cannot return to the first level. You either pass through to the third level or die inside.

Many people hesitated.

Some independent cultivators and martial artists from small and medium-sized forces began to retreat.

"I don't want to go anymore..."

"So many people died on the first floor, the second floor is even more dangerous..."

"Retreat, your life is more important."

Some people started to retrace their steps.

But none of the powerful figures backed down—since they had come all this way, how could they leave empty-handed?

"On the second level, it's up to each person to rely on their own abilities." After saying this, Zen Master Liaochen took the lead and entered the second level.

Various forces followed suit.

Dongfang Weiye followed the crowd and entered the second floor.

His gaze swept across the crowd, searching for Ye Xingchen's figure—the chosen one whose destiny wheel he had plundered should have come in too, right?

Sure enough, he saw the boy carrying the iron sword at the end of the group of rogue cultivators.

Ye Xingchen's face was pale, clearly terrified by the bloodshed on the first floor. But he didn't back down, gritting his teeth and following behind.

"Grandpa, isn't the second floor more dangerous?"

"Of course," the old man's voice echoed in his mind, "but the elixir you desire is most likely on the second or third level. At this point, there's no turning back."

"I know."

Ye Xingchen gripped his iron sword and followed.

Dongfang Weiwo withdrew his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Does this chosen one have any more life wheels to plunder? Even if not, following him might lead to finding treasures—although the chosen one's life wheels have been plundered, his foundation is still intact, and his luck is always better than that of ordinary people.

The layout of the second floor is completely different from that of the first floor.

It was no longer a fork in the road or a checkpoint, but a huge maze.

The maze consists of countless passages, with walls about three zhang high and a closed top that cannot be climbed over.

Every passageway looked exactly the same, without any markings.

Moreover, the maze contains restrictions that shield divine sense—even a Grandmaster's divine sense can only extend ten feet, and those at the Innate Realm can only rely on their eyes to see.

"A maze..." Li Chenzhou frowned.

"Stay close to me," Fu Hongxue said.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the patterns on the wall.

"Can you understand it?" Gongzi Yu asked.

"These patterns are not decorations, but indicators," Fu Hongxue said. "The patterns on the correct path are continuous. The patterns on the wrong path will be broken."

He walked at the very front, leading the Green Dragon Society members to turn left, right, and straight ahead...

Others were not so lucky.

The members of the Antarctic Sword Sect circled the maze three times and found themselves back at the starting point.

The Iron Blood Hall members encountered a guardian in the maze—a puppet at the peak of the Grandmaster level—and it took Iron Blade King's personal intervention to defeat it.

The people of Chaotian Palace used secret methods to calculate the direction and barely found the correct path.

The people at Qinglong Temple seemed to know something about the maze and navigated it relatively smoothly.

The Blood Demon Cult members were completely lost.

The Skynet agents dispersed, and some discovered hidden treasures in the maze.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Zhenfu Division also figured things out on their own.

The independent cultivators were in even greater disarray—some followed the major powers, some wandered off on their own, and some were trapped in some corner and couldn't get out.

Dongfang Weiwo chose to follow behind the Qinglong Society—not close, but at a distance, maintaining a safe distance.

He knew that Fu Hongxue could find the right path, and following him would not be a mistake.

As for Ye Xingchen... that young man was quite lucky; he actually managed to keep up with the Azure Dragon Society's route, lagging far behind like Dongfang Weiwo.

The two walked through the maze, one in front of the other.

Suddenly, the sound of fighting came from ahead.

Suddenly, the sound of fighting came from ahead.

"Someone has made a move." Dongfang Weiwo thought to himself, quickened his pace, and cautiously approached.

After turning a corner, he saw—

The members of the Green Dragon Society were blocked.

Blocking them were members of the Blood Shadow Cult. Elder Blood Shadow stood at the front, followed by more than twenty cult members. They had clearly not met by chance—they were waiting.

"Li Chenzhou," Elder Blood Shadow sneered, "Your Azure Dragon Society has been making waves lately."

The black sword was drawn.

A flash of light, and Elder Blood Shadow's laughter abruptly ceased. His head flew high into the air, the cold smile still frozen on his face. Before the twenty-odd followers behind him could react, the blade swept across like a bolt of lightning—hidden weapons shattered, poisonous mist tore apart, and palm strikes disintegrated.

With a single blow, half of the followers fell to the ground.

The remaining people were terrified and turned to flee.

Fu Hongxue sheathed his sword as if he were merely brushing a speck of dust off his sleeve.

Li Chenzhou said calmly, "Keep going."

The members of the Azure Dragon Society stepped over the bloodstains and continued forward.

From the distant east, I alone witnessed the entire event, and I felt satisfied.

Fu Hongxue is indeed strong. A fifth-level Grandmaster, he could easily kill a peak Grandmaster with a single strike.

He continued to follow behind without making a sound.

Ye Xingchen also witnessed this scene. He paused slightly, then gripped his sword hilt tightly, muttering to himself, "A Grandmaster... truly terrifying."

The old man's voice echoed in his mind: "Kid, stay away from those people. You're no match for them yet."

"I know." Ye Xingchen's gaze darkened, and he carefully kept his distance, following far behind.