Chapter 398 Who Goes There

Chen Fei and the others had no idea about the scheming happening outside.

The ten Ghost King Tokens didn’t bring everyone together—instead, they had been scattered across different parts of the Ghost King Palace.

That was actually a good thing. Since they were here to search for treasures, spreading out meant less competition.

“I crammed a bit of information on the Ghost King Palace before I came. This should be the Law Enforcement Hall of the Tenfold Palace,”

Chen Fei murmured to himself as he compared his surroundings to what he’d studied.

The Ghost King Palace had once belonged to an ancient Ghost King. Despite being a private residence, the palace’s facilities were fully equipped.

Unfortunately for Chen Fei, he seemed to have drawn the short straw—this Law Enforcement Hall was infamous for being both stingy and difficult.

If he’d ended up in the Alchemical Hall, he could’ve harvested plenty of ancient spiritual pills—each one practically a heavenly treasure. Even the Beast Hall wasn’t bad; though the ancient spirit beasts within were mostly mad, defeating them would offer huge rewards.

But the Law Enforcement Hall?

Its original purpose was to maintain order in the palace—not very glamorous, and not much to loot.

It reminded him of the Inspectorate of the Skyspire Holy Land, though the architecture here was on a completely different level—majestic and solemn.

Chen Fei entered a massive circular plaza.

Across from it stretched a long staircase—so tall it was nicknamed the Stairway to Heaven.

Though not literally reaching the heavens, the grandeur and stern atmosphere hit him hard.

Even someone as familiar with the Inspectorate as Chen Fei couldn’t help but feel tense and serious.

As he walked into the plaza and reached the center—

“Who goes there?”

A deep, majestic voice rang out.

Chen Fei paused, frowning and looking toward the staircase.

Nothing. Just empty space.

He hesitated, then took another step forward.

“WHO GOES THERE!”

This time, the voice boomed with power, and a crushing pressure fell on Chen Fei.

It didn’t just press on his body—it hit his divine sense directly, even bypassing the protection of the Void Heaven Cauldron.

It felt like a mountain had dropped on his shoulders.

His divine sea trembled violently, and his body began to shake uncontrollably.

He could feel it—a powerful force trying to make him kneel.

Lifting his head, he saw it—a massive, dignified face forming in the sky, staring down at him with wide, fierce eyes, as if it might strike at any moment.

The pressure intensified.

Even his soulscape began to crack under the strain.

Yet Chen Fei gritted his teeth, refusing to bend.

“Trying to suppress me? You’re not worthy!”

His body trembled as he forced himself to stand straight.

It was excruciating—his bones creaked under the force—but he endured.

“WHO GOES THERE!”

The voice shouted again, angrier now.

The pressure surged, but Chen Fei didn’t flinch.

He took one step. Then another. And another.

Three steps.

After that, he stood tall, gripping his Wufeng Greatsword, unwavering.

Then, without warning, the face in the sky vanished.

The overwhelming pressure disappeared too.

But it came at a price—Chen Fei vomited a mouthful of blood.

Having endured such immense pressure, only to have it vanish instantly, had caused his body to recoil in shock.

Even with his strong physique, he took a long time to stabilize.

Pain still lingered in his meridians, burning like fire.

But the pain only lit a fire in his heart.

Eyes flashing with determination, he stepped onto the Stairway to Heaven.

Surprisingly, after surviving that trial, the staircase no longer tried to stop him.

Yet as he climbed, he quickly noticed something strange—

He wasn’t actually going up.

No matter how far he walked, it was as if he were walking in place.

“What the hell? This place really is weird,”

he muttered.

But this was no ordinary place. It was an immortal mansion left behind by an Ascension-level powerhouse from the ancient era—of course it had secrets.

He tried spreading out his divine sense.

There was no resistance—but still no clues.

Everything looked normal. But something was definitely wrong.

Determined, Chen Fei raised his foot again.

Just as it touched the next step, he caught a brief shift in the scene around him!

It was so fast that even his enhanced senses struggled to track it.

But that was all the clue he needed.

“So that’s how it is…”

With that insight, he launched a sudden sword strike during the next visual distortion.

Boom!

The sky turned dark.

The once-clear heavens became shrouded in black clouds, and the previously empty stairs were now flanked by two rows of armored cultivators holding long halberds. Their faces were hidden—completely featureless.

“Who dares act so recklessly!”

The guards came to life—and attacked.

Chen Fei didn’t hesitate.

With a flick of his Wufeng Greatsword, he met the halberds head-on.

Sparks exploded as sword clashed with polearm.

The others began moving too—dozens of them charged toward him.

And to make things worse—

Chen Fei couldn’t use his qi.

He could only fight with pure sword techniques and raw physical strength.

The longer he fought, the more he was pushed back.

Without qi support, even his mighty body began to show signs of strain.

He’d already been weakened by the earlier divine sense assault, and now his swings grew noticeably slower.

The numbers kept increasing, and Chen Fei was quickly being overwhelmed.

But his eyes remained sharp, his grip firm—

Because this, too, was a trial.

And trials meant opportunity.