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The Ghostly Mist, jointly operated by tens of thousands, shrouded the reef cluster at the southern tip of Linghuang Island. This sea region cloaked in Black Mist covered roughly a hundred qing; from outside, one could not see what lay within at all.

Lian Xinjie led Wang Qi into the Ghostly Mist. Wang Qi discovered, to his surprise, that although this Ghostly Mist looked like gas, every part of it was relatively stable and would not be drawn into the lungs with the air. The name Ghostly Mist came from the phrase "the human heart is a realm of ghosts"—ever-changing and unfathomable, strange beyond measure. Wang Qi's spiritual sense was heavily suppressed here, unable even to extend beyond his body.

Lian Xinjie said, "Junior Brother Xia, inject your spiritual power into this Ghostly Mist and refine a portion of it!"

Wang Qi nodded, extending a hand and releasing the spiritual power cultivated through the Great Freedom Heart-Washing Profound Truth. The surrounding Ghostly Mist trembled violently. Not only did it not resist Wang Qi's refinement, it directly absorbed this thread of spiritual power instead.

Because Wang Qi had already achieved My Dharma is One, he could still sense his spiritual power after it was absorbed. He clearly detected it dispersing throughout the full hundred qing of Ghostly Mist and joining its circulation.

"I've memorized this circulation pattern. As long as... as long as it can be analyzed... it's a little difficult." Wang Qi pondered. "Too many wills are interfering, making this circulation excessively chaotic and unpredictable. If I want to seize control of it, I'm afraid I can only use the Devil's Great Curse to contaminate it as a whole."

In an instant, his spiritual sense seemed to cast off an enormous burden. It immediately burst out of his body, spreading