Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

There isn't much information about Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

But it relieved Du Wei.

The man with the mask had killed many Demon Gods.

And Demon Gods are conceptual beings.

It shows that resistance is useful, that someone is already on this path.

An idea popped into Du Wei's head.

He said, "Among the beings I know of, perhaps only the Mask Maker could achieve this."

Both Mercer and his father-in-law Lawrence had mentioned the Mask Maker.

Firstly, he had existed for a long time.

Because the Vanity Sect was born after the emergence of the Evil Spirit, and the Mask Maker also appeared at that time, and over the subsequent millennia, his most recent appearance was five hundred years ago.

He went to the Wittebach family, left behind the prophecy, and also entrusted the Wittebachs to guard the things he left beneath Massas City.

To judge a person's strength, many aspects must be considered.

Strength is made up of power, intelligence, experience, and ability.

Considering Matthew, an old man who had lived for more than two hundred years, he was the most powerful hunter Du Wei had encountered so far.

Even if Du Wei, in the guise of Evil Spirit, fought him, the odds of winning weren't very high.

Although there was the reason that Evil Spirit Du Wei was always in a weakened state.

But it could also indirectly prove Matthew's strength.

After all, one against ten.

Though he was beaten severely, he was still alive and well.

And the Mask Maker was even more terrifying, having lived a thousand years, during the Vanity Sect's peak era, they couldn't do anything about him, he was always suppressing them.

"Exactly what kind of person could be so powerful."

"Or rather, is he still human?"

After pondering for a while, Du Wei took out the mask from his clothing.

He looked at the ghastly white mask, his palm stroking its cold surface, and felt somewhat conflicted inside.

"But Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods still exist."

"He didn't put an end to everything."

"So, he still failed."

Having said that,

Du Wei suddenly frowned, "A shadow..."

Immediately,

a shadow walked out of his own shadow, a red balloon tied around its neck, but the outline of the Pennywise Clown inside had long since disappeared.

The scene seemed quite ridiculous.

But Du Wei stared intently at the shadow.

"I've just thought of something."

The shadow, with bloodshot eyes, stared blankly at its master.

"This is not reality."

"Assuming it truly is a slice of the past, or assuming I've traveled through time again..."

"So now, I have a bold idea."

The shadow tilted its head, unable to grasp what its master was planning with its almost idiotic intelligence.

But then,

Du Wei gave the answer.

He said, "As far as I know, the appearance of the Demon Gods is a product of original beliefs, of fear, of the unknown."

"I've thought before, if I could become a Demon God, then maybe I could truly defeat them."

"But there are too many uncertainties in reality, it's not controllable."

"And to do so would surely result in many people dying."

"I don't like the idea of going that far."

"But now, it seems I have all the prerequisites to realize this idea."

In fact, it was so.

Du Wei might have traveled back in time, or he might have come to a strange space.

There were many hunters here.

This was the church's era of peak strength.

Also, there was the Veda Sect...

Du Wei looked at the shadow and the red balloon, the oddness in his eyes becoming more intense, "I am Du Wei, my body, my will, they won't let me become a Demon God."

"But it doesn't matter, I have another identity."

"I'm going to create a god."

As soon as the words fell.

Du Wei placed the mask over his own face.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly down, and his tousled hair fell to cover the front of the mask.

An extremely chilling aura emanated from him, immediately filling the entire room.

Upon opening his eyes.

They were filled with utter darkness.

The back of his right hand bore the pattern of the mask.

Evil Spirit Du Wei glanced at his right hand and spoke indifferently, "No... I don't need to create a god, because that's simply ludicrous."

In front of him.

The shadow trembled incessantly, instantly stepping back as if unable to bear such extreme oppression.

Evil Spirit Du Wei looked at the shadow, his eyes revealing a hint of murderous intent, "You stabbed me twice before, and I haven't settled that score with you."

"You should feel lucky."

"Because you've lived until now."

With that, Evil Spirit Du Wei snapped his fingers.

Immediately, many pieces of paper flew out from the stack of documents.

On the papers was a map of London's streets, with locations marked in red circles that were the activity zones of the Veda Sect.

"Go, let the people of the Veda Sect know that their god has come to the Victorian Era."

"They should shout my name and offer me their all."

"Yet all I want is their fear."

Evil Spirit Du Wei said this to the shadow, then pointed at his right eye, touched it, and then tapped on the red balloon.

An even more eerie event occurred.

Inside the red balloon, which originally belonged to Pennywise, the contour of an eye appeared.

Although it was blurry.

It gave off the impression of a living thing, inciting irresistible fear upon sight.

As if that eye belonged to some terrible existence.

In that moment.

The imbecilic shadow actually nodded its head in fear.

It was far too scared of Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Then, it merged into the shadows and vanished completely.

And after Evil Spirit Du Wei finished doing these things.

He took off the mask, casually fiddled with it, and with an elegant stride, headed towards the door.

Outside, someone had already noticed the anomaly here.

The sound of footsteps approached from far to near.

With a mocking smile, Evil Spirit Du Wei murmured, "The Duke? My name is Du Wei."

"I don't need a so-called past life."

"Nor do I care about this so-called past."

"Even if it were true, it could only be that the Duke is me, not that I am the Duke."

As he reached the door.

The wooden door opened automatically, as if pushed by an invisible pair of large hands.

Evil Spirit Du Wei stepped out.

In the hallway, Corrine Dowqui and about a dozen hunters looked shocked, but as soon as they saw Evil Spirit Du Wei, they immediately relaxed.

"Your Excellency the Duke, just now we felt as though an extremely terrifying presence had appeared on your side, one that has surpassed a Demon Spirit."

"Has something happened?"

"And... what's with your eyes?"

"Your demeanor, it's completely different from before."

"You... you... "

Evil Spirit Du Wei, looking at them, said elegantly, "I see confusion and fear in your eyes."

"But it's all pointless."

"You only need to remember one thing."

"And that is to keep quiet..."