Master-Disciple Bond

The cave was heavy with malevolent energy and dampness. Without a lantern, the path was almost invisible. The Cloud-Robe quickly became coated in slime, and viscous fluid dripped incessantly from the fleshy walls, like a continuous spring rain. A spring rain...

Ah, so that's why it's called a Shadow Cloak. Makes sense...

Zheng Zetian held up the leather lantern, observing the scene illuminated by its light. The writhing fleshy walls before him undulated in layers, convulsing rhythmically. From time to time, new growths like tumors and cysts would emerge, as if constantly evolving and rearranging the layout of the tunnel. Even a brief pause would make it impossible to recognize the surroundings.

He pondered for a moment, then covered the Shadow Cloak with the lantern. Holding a Thunder Bead, he gathered his Daoist power, enveloping thirty-six Thunder Beads in crackling lightning, and raised them to illuminate the path. The fleshy walls before him inexplicably sprouted numerous diverging paths. Pink fissures and cracks opened up on the walls, like hidden secret passages beckoning him to enter.

Illusory diverging paths, it seems only what the lantern illuminates is the true way.

The moment Zheng Zetian saw the locomotive at the station, he knew it was likely a Demon God captured from some world by the Grandmaster. He hadn't expected, however, that it would be set up with such a bizarre formation within the monster's intestines.

Indeed, it was a formation, and a superior labyrinth with paths that changed at fixed intervals. Without a basic diagram, knowledge of the foundation's layout, profound mathematical skills for timely self-rescue, or a treasure to clear the dungeon and a guardian to guide the way, anyone who stumbled into this formation would surely have their Daoist energy depleted by the malevolent energy and be consumed by the