Chapter 418 The One Thought Hall

The Dao child was panting heavily, his face filled with disbelief as he looked at Chen Fei.

“You really killed Yin Tianfeng just like that?”

he couldn’t help but ask.

Chen Fei shook his head.

“He’s not dead yet. I just sealed his soul.”

The Dao child didn’t even bother to comment.

At their current cultivation level, a sealed soul was basically the same as death.

Chen Fei turned his gaze toward the ongoing battle between Qin Shuang and Ji Wugou.

After the demonic energy had fully erupted, Qin Shuang seemed to have become a completely different person—her body covered with grotesque, writhing demonic creatures.

But her strength had increased tremendously.

“Just a mere formation, and you think it can stop me?”

Qin Shuang’s voice was ice-cold as a massive black hand lashed out toward the Seven Luminaries Sword Formation.

Seeing the incoming attack, Ji Wugou’s eyes narrowed in caution.

This strike—she could feel the threat it posed.

Her hands swiftly formed seals, altering the formation.

Seven sharp swords shimmered with powerful energy, vibrating gently in unison.

Golden light burst from the array inscribed on the swords.

“Slash!”

“Shatter!”

Both women shouted simultaneously.

Above, the massive black claw and golden sword light collided.

An overwhelming shockwave blasted out in all directions.

Ji Wugou’s face changed drastically.

“Damn it!”

She quickly summoned a talisman before her.

It ignited on its own and burned brightly.

The next instant, Ji Wugou vanished just before the shockwave hit.

When the light faded, she had already appeared in front of the One Thought Hall.

But by then, Fan Chen had already dragged Peach Blossom Fairy into the hall.

That realization filled Ji Wugou with fury.

“You wretched hag! Once we’re out of the One Thought Hall, I’m settling this! But for now, I’ll let you go!”

She gritted her teeth and rushed into the hall herself.

Qin Shuang let out a cold snort and endured the sword light that erupted from the sky with a flick of her body.

Then, she turned into a streak of black light and also entered the One Thought Hall.

It seemed she had sensed Chen Fei watching her—yet she didn’t dare to look back.

But the most unfortunate one of all was… Xing Zheng.

He stood there grimacing in pain, a massive wound torn across his shoulder, the insides visible beneath his flesh.

Despite being a bystander, he’d suffered the most severe injury from the clash between Ji Wugou and Qin Shuang.

Frustration and rage boiled in Xing Zheng’s chest.

“Damn it! You told me to stay calm! What’s the point of this kind of patience!?”

he roared and punched his own chest.

The force shattered the energy seal on his wound.

Blood poured out like a fountain.

Chen Fei glanced at him and almost burst out laughing.

Everyone had been fighting fiercely, yet the onlooker had ended up the worst off.

Anyone who saw this scene would’ve found it hilarious.

Except Xing Zheng himself, of course.

But Xing Zheng wasn’t just throwing a tantrum—he was using the impact to force out the sword qi still lingering in his body.

If it stayed, it would hinder his healing.

Afterward, he looked back at Chen Fei.

Moments ago, he’d declared he would no longer hold back…

But now, he turned around in silence, shrinking his body into a beam of yellow light and flew into the One Thought Hall.

Though furious, Xing Zheng wasn’t stupid.

He was well aware of Chen Fei’s strength.

Going against him now?

Not a wise choice.

Best to act like nothing happened.

Chen Fei turned to look at the Dao child.

Though the child looked a little disheveled, he wasn’t injured.

“This is a pill I refined myself. Pretty effective for recovery.

The One Thought Hall is full of unpredictable dangers—it’s best to stay at your peak.”

Chen Fei, of course, understood why the Dao child had helped him during the fight against Yin Tianfeng.

It was a favor he wouldn’t forget, but didn’t need to say aloud.

The Dao child didn’t refuse and took the pill with a cheerful grin.

“You’re a man of great destiny. With this pill, even deadly dangers can be turned away.”

Chen Fei raised an eyebrow.

“You sound pretty afraid of dying.”

“Heh, who isn’t?”

the Dao child replied with a chuckle.

They walked side by side, not rushing into the One Thought Hall like the others.

The Dao child looked ahead, eyes distant.

“I just treasure my life, that’s all.”

Chen Fei shook his head, remaining silent.

When they reached the front of the hall, he patted the Dao child’s shoulder.

“If you think I’m someone with great destiny, then let me wish you good luck.

May you safely walk out of the Ghost King’s Hall.”

“Thanks!”

The Dao child smiled.

Chen Fei nodded and stepped into the One Thought Hall.

This was the final place of opportunity within the Ghost King’s Hall.

And it was a truly unique space.

Everyone who entered would encounter a completely different experience.

According to what Master Mu had said, if one encountered the remnant soul of the Ghost King here, they might gain control over the entire hall.

But that was just a rumor.

Ever since the Ghost King’s Hall had appeared, this story had been passed down… yet even now, the Ghost King’s Hall remained unchanged.

Chen Fei scanned the hall.

At the center was a meditation mat placed before a statue—the only item of note within the hall.

At the moment, the statue was shrouded in a cloud-like mist, its features obscured.

Chen Fei didn’t hesitate and sat cross-legged on the mat.

The moment he did, he felt his divine sense surge rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he was in midair.

From above, he could see the entire layout of the Ghost King’s Hall.

But his divine sense didn’t stop rising—it soared even higher, faster and faster.

Fierce winds buffeted him.

Chen Fei couldn’t even open his eyes.

The view before him changed rapidly—nothing like what he had imagined.

Fortunately, the ascent soon slowed.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar space.

There was nothing around him.

Above—endless void.

“What’s going on here?”

Chen Fei frowned in confusion.

Before he could ponder long, the space in front of him began to violently ripple.

Then, a massive statue emerged.

Before he could examine it clearly, the statue began to crack.

Crack!

Chen Fei’s pupils shrank sharply.

The cracking accelerated—the statue’s outer layer began to fall away.

Without hesitation, Chen Fei leapt backward.

In the next instant, a massive palm smashed down where he’d just stood.

His mind tightened.

Even though he’d dodged quickly, he could still feel the crushing pressure of that strike.

But before he could react further, the statue attacked again—this time the giant hand materialized right before him.

Just as he tried to dodge, he discovered in horror that his body was frozen.

His instinct was to activate his qi—but then he remembered… this was his spiritual form.

He had no physical body.

No inner force.

No defenses.

All he could do was watch helplessly as the palm passed straight through him.

That’s when Chen Fei finally realized—

Something is very, very wrong here.