Lin Feng nodded and turned to Meng Yi.

"Meng Yi, take the Beacon Guards and stay at the entrance. Set up camp on the spot."

"This Dungeon only allows Adventurers from Beacon Fire Territory to enter. No matter who they are from other territories, refuse them directly."

Meng Yi planted his halberd on the ground, knelt on one knee, and cupped his fists with a bowed head: "This general obeys your command."

Lin Feng patted his shoulder and turned toward the entrance.

A curtain of light swept over him like a thin film of water; it was cool and refreshing, causing no discomfort.

His vision went dark for a moment before brightening again; he was already standing in another world.

The first floor of the Dungeon.

This wasn't a cave but a vast system of natural grottos. No sky could be seen overhead, only an uneven rocky ceiling. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Stalactites hung from above like inverted stalagmites, dense and layered upon each other.

Cave passages crisscrossed and extended in all directions like an underground anthill, filled with forks, dead ends, and identical-looking junctions.

The ground was pitted and bumpy, with subterranean river branches flowing beneath his feet, the sound of water gurgling.

There were silt pits with bubbles rising to the surface, and piles of collapsed stalagmites with crushed stones scattered everywhere.

The only light source came from the moss growing on the damp rock walls.

The moss leaves were only the size of a fingernail, spread out densely like a plush carpet.

They emitted a soft, pale blue fluorescence, with a brightness just enough to illuminate one or two steps around.

The light was dim, but it was enough for one to see the path underfoot and avoid stepping into a silt pit.

Zhao Hu, Jiang Yelan, Tie Dun, and the others appeared behind Lin Feng one after another.

Wang Wu was the last to enter. He looked around, his brow furrowed deeply: "The terrain is too complex. Finding the entrance to the next floor will be difficult."

Everyone looked at the dense forks and the nearly identical stalactites, their expressions turning grim.

Su Yurou frowned slightly. A Wang and Scarface Liu exchanged a glance, both seeing the same concern in each other's eyes.

Arrow Eye crouched down and used his finger to draw an arrow on the ground as a mark.

Lin Feng sighed inwardly. A maze-type Dungeon. When he played games in the past, he hated mazes the most; not only did they waste time by going in circles, but it was also easy to get lost.

However, he didn't show it on his face. Just as he was about to say something, Tie Dun suddenly patted his chest and stepped forward.

"I've been in caves before! Follow me!" Tie Dun held his chin high, looking full of confidence.

Arrow Eye looked up and glanced at him: "You've been in caves? When?"

"When I was a kid!" Tie Dun said righteously. "There was a cave behind my house; I used to go in there to play all the time!"

Arrow Eye fell silent. His gaze seemed to say, 'Is the cave you played in as a kid the same as this one?', but he didn't say it aloud, only continuing to lower his head to make marks.

Tie Dun waited for two seconds. Seeing no one respond, he added another sentence: "Or do you want to lead?" Arrow Eye stopped talking.

Lin Feng spoke, his voice calm: "Tie Dun, you give it a try."

Tie Dun's eyes lit up, and he grinned, patting his chest: "Leave it to me! It's not a big problem!"

He strode to the front of the team, looked left and right, chose a cave passage, and started walking.

Lin Feng followed, turning back to say to the group: "Make marks. Ensure that even if we can't find the entrance to the next floor, we can still retreat."

Everyone nodded. Arrow Eye carved an arrow into the rock wall every so often.

After walking for about ten minutes, monsters began to appear in the cave passage.

Skeleton Soldiers crawled out of silt pits, turned out from behind stalagmites, and floated up from the branches of the subterranean river.

Rotten cloth hung from their bodies, rusted swords and sabers were gripped in their hands, and eerie green soulfire flickered in their eye sockets.

【Skeleton Soldier · LV5】.

Tie Dun was the first to charge. With a shove of his shield, he knocked a Skeleton Soldier into a pile of bones.

Zhao Hu followed, his bone-crushing greatsword sweeping across, and three Skeleton Soldiers collapsed simultaneously.

Arrow Eye and Wang Wu didn't even have to act.

Jiang Yelan's figure flickered on the edge of the team. Occasionally, the shadow moon blade would flash, and a Skeleton Soldier would fall.

Lin Feng walked in the middle of the team, not even drawing his gun.

"Only level five." Tie Dun retracted his shield and turned back with a grin.

"The monsters on the first floor aren't strong; it's just the terrain that's complex."

The group continued forward, their tensed nerves relaxing considerably.

Tie Dun led the way, occasionally stopping to look left and right before choosing a direction and continuing.

He walked very fast, but no one in the team complained because no one had a better idea.

After walking for about another five minutes, the cave passage turned a corner, and a relatively open clearing appeared ahead.

In the center of the clearing, a large gray rock stood alone, and a set of remains leaned against it.

The remains were no longer recognizable. The bones were grayish-white and covered in cracks, as if they had been weathered for a long time.

It leaned against the rock, clutching a broken staff in its arms. The head of the staff was shattered, leaving only half the shaft.

The robes on its body had long since rotted into fragments scattered around the bones, their color no longer distinguishable.

But at the collar, a silver badge was still pinned there, giving off a dull luster under the fluorescence of the moss.

A pattern was engraved on the badge: a book with a star suspended above it.

Next to the remains lay a scroll of parchment. The parchment was rolled up and tied with a leather cord that was nearly snapped, yet it barely maintained its shape.

Lin Feng walked over, crouched down, and gently picked up the scroll of parchment.

The leather cord snapped at his fingertips, and the parchment unfurled, revealing dense handwriting.

He didn't recognize the script; it wasn't the writing of Great Xia, nor was it any kind of Blue Star script he had ever seen.

But the moment his gaze fell upon the paper, the characters began to twist, reorganize, and transform. The Nightmare World automatically translated them into a language he could understand.