Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

"[Master, you have to kill that dumbass Corrine Dowqui!]"

"[Damn it, that dumbass was just putting on airs with you, speaking only in half sentences, you should have sent him to join his son and grandson for a tea party in hell with the entire Dowqui lineage of three generations.]"

Heaven knows how much Envelope hated Corrine Dowqui.

Back then, it was weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Unable to run away, it was captured by Corrine Dowqui, toyed with amid applause, losing all face, nothing like the majestic henchman of Du Wei it was supposed to be.

It's safe to say, Corrine Dowqui had long been at the top of Envelope's blacklist, possibly followed by Brother Shadow.

Because at that time, Brother Shadow had abandoned it and made a run for it.

"[Master, get him!]"

At this moment, Envelope floated in front of Du Wei, with only lines of text continuously appearing to show its rage.

But Du Wei remained silent.

There was an undeniable strangeness in his eyes.

"What the hell are all these people, each and every one of them from the Victorian Era still around till now?"

"And it just had to be Corrine Dowqui."

"The Victorian Era I was in was merely a repeated segment of the past, with most actions guided by the Evil Spirit Du Wei."

"Yet the words he spoke seemed to match exactly what the Evil Spirit Du Wei had done."

"But that should differ from the true past, so why has it become like this?"

Du Wei found it incomprehensible.

He suddenly had an illusion that felt both real and surreal, as if everything was false, yet at the same time, everything was true.

"No, that's not right, if everything the Evil Spirit Du Wei did has become the true past, then the final results didn't end in failure, but rather in success."

"Thus, the past that those who survived from the Victorian Era experienced also started showing a desynchronization from the information I knew."

"Could it be that the past is changing?"

Du Wei's tone was grim.

His gaze turned towards the dark corner of the room, where he seemed to see a piece of the illusory past, like a long river rolling forward, suddenly creating waves as it passed through a certain region.

"I need to find an opportunity to enter Hell's Gate again. If the past really can be changed, maybe I can resolve all problems once and for all."

It was an insanely risky idea.

Change the past, and the present might completely fall apart.

Even a trivial change could snowball, potentially overturning the entire world.

On a smaller scale,

Du Wei might discover that friends around him, due to changes in the past, would have completely different life trajectories.

On a larger scale,

The world might possibly be destroyed because of it.

Listening to this, Envelope next to him couldn't contain its excitement.

"[Master, you are truly evil, actually wanting to change the past. You're living up to your name, just destroying the world no longer matches your level; only by manipulating the past and future do you fit the identity of a great villain!]"

"[Ah... Envelope has learned something again.]"

"[Your evilness is beyond Envelope's reach, all those bullshit Vanity Sect members don't stand a chance, you've long stopped caring about them. Your journey lies among the stars and the sea, right...]"

Smack...

Du Wei simply slapped Envelope away with the back of his hand.

He frowned and said, "Talk too much again, and I'll stuff you into the shadow, lock you behind the door for a hundred years, to spend your life with Annabelle."

"[Master, Envelope was wrong, Envelope was just talking big, please don't take it to heart.]"

Du Wei was too lazy to look at Envelope any longer.

He was thinking about something else.

If the Vanity Sect's Brand was actually Corrine Dowqui, then who could Gascogne be?

Thinking about it carefully.

Evil Spirit Du Wei, among those he had killed in the past, seemed to have only one he could consider a true enemy.

It was that rival in love who didn't even know his name before he was beaten into a waste and diced into pieces by Brother Shadow.

No...

He could hardly be considered a rival in love.

Because it was him whom Minette loved, that nameless hunter was at best a fawning dog.

"It's not impossible,"

thought Du Wei and told himself, "If it really is him, then the purpose of my coming to the Vanity Sect is basically half achieved. Next, as long as I find a way to get the information I want from him, I can leave at any time."

Yes.

His goal was simple and direct.

He had never thought of mingling with these people from the Vanity Church to play some world-controlling game.

Moreover, Alex was still waiting for him to wake her up.

How could he waste time here?

Thinking this, Du Wei couldn't help but secretly ponder, "Leaving tomorrow might be an opportunity. As long as I reveal a bit of secret, he might make his move against me."

"As for Corrine Dowqui, or rather Brand, I have no need to confront him for now; I can even do as he asked and leave the Vanity Sect straight away,"

He had just joined the Vanity Sect.

After only one day undercover, Du Wei already thought about taking off.

If others knew, they'd probably feel played.

...

On the other hand.

Inside the Vanity Sect.

In the darkness, Brand was walking down the corridor.

His feelings were indescribably complex.

Recalling the past two hundred years ago, his mood was somewhat gloomy.

"Dowqui..."

He muttered heavily in his heart.

It seemed like a sigh, or just a simple utterance.

Meanwhile.

A gloomy male voice came out of the darkness.

"I knew you would contact him."

"Brand, do you really admire him that much?"

"Have you forgotten? Two hundred years ago he almost destroyed all of London, millions of people, along with our fates, were in his grasp, the feeling of despair and powerlessness, have you truly forgotten?"

Brand halted in his tracks.

He said solemnly, "The fact proves that no one died, and what we saw was only what we saw."

"We have never stood at his height, how could we possibly understand what he did?"

The gloomy man said, "That is laughable, ridiculously naive. Do you think he's a hero? A savior? Or some kind of saint?"

Brand's voice remained unchanged, "I've never thought as such. To me, he's merely His Excellency the Duke. All the boundaries showcasing righteousness and evil should not be applied to him."

"Moreover, Gascogne, you make me feel like you fear him. I may dislike you, but I won't kill you because we are one entity."

"Yet, I hear fear in your voice."

"You're afraid he'll find out what you've done over these two hundred years, and you're afraid that once he fully regains his memory, he'll twist your head off, right?"

Gascogne seemed to have been hit where it hurt.

"Shut up, I've never been afraid of him, I just feel that he's not worthy of everything Minette did for him."

"I love Minette more than he does."