Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

The biggest difference between Evil Spirit Du Wei and Du Wei is this. Its self-awareness is based on memory. It lives in the past. The Evil Spirit does not experience the so-called loss of humanity. Nor does it have emotions or a self. Yet it is an anomaly. That's why it hates this world. That's why it believes it should be angry. The twelve Evil Spirit Drivers couldn't stand up against Evil Spirit Du Wei, let alone the fact that one of them encouraged it to avoid pain and was touched again. Rage needs to be vented. The Evil Spirit Drivers had no strength left to fight back. All were torn apart. When the last Evil Spirit Driver died at its hands, Evil Spirit Du Wei's aura calmed down. There was no trace of the violence from just moments ago. Instead, an indescribable elegance was revealed. But this was just a sign that the anger was suppressed to the extreme. Evil Spirit Du Wei looked at the bus and walked towards it, one step at a time. The bus's headlights flickered erratically. The front door closed immediately. Then, with a roar, it crashed forward. At the same moment. A surgical knife flew backward from inside the Horror House overhead, aiming at Evil Spirit Du Wei as it approached the bus. With one grasp of its right hand. The knife was immediately immobilized, disappearing and then reappearing in its hand. Afterward. It collided with the bus. What should have been the collision of a vehicle and a body made no sound at all. Evil Spirit Du Wei simply vanished. The headlights of the bus went out. It turned around and drove madly in one direction. Leaving behind the school and the city's reflection. The Horror House seemed not to react in time, crashing entirely into the city's reflection. Now, everything was absorbed by it. But it seemed to have been tricked as the vast shadow spread wildly, and upon reaching a certain threshold, it contracted sharply. The Horror House disappeared. The city's reflection, along with the school, was abandoned by the two Strangenesses. ... At this very moment. At the Veda Sect's headquarters. The ground of those castles was mysteriously blanketed with a layer of shadows. This place seemed to have undergone some abnormal changes. Previously, Evil Spirit Du Wei froze the city's reflection to prevent Du Wei from leaving. Now, as the bus that could move the city's reflection and the Horror House both had disappeared, the city's reflection and reality began to overlap. This was not where it was supposed to be. But reality was just like that. As for the people of the Veda Sect, they all regained consciousness at this point, some confused and completely unclear on what had happened. "My head hurts so much..." "Is the ritual complete?" "Where is God?" Those cold auras, when the people of the Veda Sect regained consciousness, quietly disappeared. No one noticed what had happened before. The Cultists were completely puzzled. But at this moment, leader Akaret's face changed color; he had known all along that there was something wrong with the so-called god. If he had not been continuously affected and unable to resist, he would have already taken action against Evil Spirit Du Wei. At this time. Although he did not know exactly what had happened. But with his consciousness now restored, Akaret immediately shouted to the others, "All bishops immediately take the others and leave, taking all the documents from the church with you." The bishops were perplexed, "Lord Akaret, why do we have to do this?" Akaret replied coldly, "That so-called god is nothing but a sham, it deceived us, but we can't defeat it, now we must leave." The power of the Veda Sect in Europe was considerable. They had more than one foothold. Even the Headquarters had an alternative location. But they hadn't noticed. At that moment, above their heads, that red balloon was still expanding, and inside it, Pennywise was revealing a gruesome smile to everyone below. … Elsewhere. The Church's people were also sniping. On their way, they had already led a force into Europe and commenced a ruthless purge. With a bishop leading the charge, plus tacit support from the officials. The Veda Sect was almost completely overwhelmed. And it wasn't just the Church; many Cults in Europe also launched attacks on the Veda Sect, realizing an opportunity they were unwilling to miss. After all, the influence of the Veda Sect was significant, and they possessed strange powers. Biting off a piece of that would allow their own forces to grow stronger. As time went by, even the Voodoo Cult and the Turin Cult joined the fray. As for the Dusk Bell... Their people were still hanging IV drips. Alvin Dowqui had recently become increasingly aged; although he originally appeared to be in his sixties with greying hair, he was now completely bald. The liver spots on his face, along with the wrinkles, had become even more numerous. Just as he had once said, he was about to die. This old hunter never got to see the people of Dusk Bell take their shot at him; the thought of dragging others down with him before he died seemed to be failing. "It would be good if that group from Dusk Bell joined in as well," he said. Alvin Dowqui, his voice aged, supported himself with a cane as he looked ahead at a dilapidated manor that had been burned down. It seemed the Veda Sect folks liked to establish their Headquarters in manors. Next to him, a bishop said helplessly, "The old Dusk Bell wasn't like this; whenever the Church acted, they were never content to be left behind." "But recently, for some reason, it's mostly the members on the fringe of Dusk Bell who are active." "Their hunters haven't gone out in three or four days." "Moreover, as far as I know, the evil spirit incidents that occurred in Switzerland haven't seen any hunters intervene, just their peripheral members dealing with them." Alvin Dowqui narrowed his eyes, "This doesn't quite fit with Dusk Bell's way of doing things; I have an intuition they must be brewing something." … Switzerland, Dusk Bell Church Headquarters. Ssshhh... The sound of a toilet flushing arose. The bathroom door was pushed open. Matthew came out, his face deathly pale. In the living room, a hunter stood, none other than Tiquel who he had ordered to keep an eye on Ryan. "How are things with Ryan? Have you discovered who's pulling the strings behind the scenes?" Matthew had been feeling awful the past couple of days. An IV drip was utterly useless, the worse it got the more he had to hang... He still had to... you know... Therefore, he was desperate to resolve this damned problem quickly; otherwise, Dusk Bell Church, which had stood nearly two hundred years, might have to declare its demise. Tiquel hurriedly said to Matthew, "Your Excellency, there's nothing unusual on Ryan's end, but I have just noticed something strange about James." "What's going on?" "James... his eyes won't close and, the look in them feels wrong to me, as if they are alive." "And moreover, he seems to have died." Matthew's complexion changed. But at that moment, with a bang, Suddenly, the sky above Switzerland was filled with flashes of lightning and thunder. Matthew, as if sensing something, immediately looked out the window. Then, he saw a bus driving through the rain. The front door had been kicked off, and a hand wielding a scalpel had stabbed into the body of the bus. A man in a trench coat with a bag on his back was trying to climb out from the bus, his face twisted in ferocity. But his body was covered with fine black threads, like a spider's web, sticking him firmly in place. Matthew gaped, "That... that person, looks like the Deputy Chief Judge of the Church, Du Wei, right?"