Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Brand's reminder had no effect whatsoever.

For just as he finished speaking,

the corpse that Du Wei held in his hand had already completed its transformation.

The entire melted face of the corpse bulged out from within, forming a mask.

The mask was a gray color.

It very much resembled the appearance of the corpse's skin after it had weathered and dehydrated.

It looked as if a mask had grown on the face.

And the moment it emerged, the mask began to warp, an awful consciousness enveloping Du Wei, who was closest to it.

This was a power that stripped the senses.

Clearly, the entity now controlling the corpse was a member of the Vanity Sect who once ambushed Ryan Hamel.

It was but a moment.

With Du Wei at the center, everything around him fell into a strange state.

It could not be differentiated by shades of black and white.

All colors vanished.

Vision, hearing, touch—they were all empty.

To put it another way, this was the world as seen by the blind.

That is—the concept of nothingness.

Brand, standing to the side, rushed forward with a roar, "Your Excellency the Duke..."

He was well aware that

His Excellency the Duke's powers were far from recovered to their peak, and even at his peak, he might not have been as strong as remembered.

After all, he had been revered for two hundred years.

Even an ordinary person could be mythologized.

But just as

he lunged forward,

the next second, the corpse emerged, clawing with its withered arms as if it had seen something immensely terrifying, desperately trying to break free.

And indeed, it attempted to do so.

But no sooner had it rushed out ten meters than the corpse began to contort.

It was as if an invisible force was trying to pull it back.

This was the ability of the Mark.

Once activated, any Evil Spirit or Demon Spirit would appear next to Du Wei.

There was no escape.

"I am not willing..."

"Brand, save me, we are a whole, I am not Ryan Hamel, I was turned into this by him."

"Help me, I don't want to die..."

"Ah..."

With a final scream, the corpse could no longer resist the power of the Mark and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This scene

was simply too absurd.

So much so that Brand swallowed hard and stood there blankly, wracking his brain over what had happened.

But he found that

he simply couldn't see through it.

And at that moment,

right where the corpse disappeared,

Du Wei's figure materialized out of thin air.

He wore a stark white mask, and his entire presence was indescribably somber.

His right hand was still clutching the neck of the corpse, which had undergone mutation just moments ago and was now deader than dead.

But

on the mask, symbol representing the ocean seemed to have acquired much significance.

Located just under the corner of the eye,

the symbol occupied only a small part in comparison to the entire mask, with the remaining space seemingly deliberately segregated.

It was as if it was preparing for something else to join.

Upon seeing this, Brand couldn't help but blurt out, "Your Excellency the Duke, you... you... "

Noticing his puzzlement, Du Wei stated indifferently, "It's over."

Having said that,

he casually tossed the corpse aside like it was trash.

There was a thud.

The corpse directly shattered into several segments.

This scene made Brand's scalp tingle.

He regarded his own strength as quite formidable, yet if he faced that moment himself, he could only have chosen to protect himself, unable to kill the opponent so effortlessly.

Even his state would have been quite embarrassing.

Yes...

Brand absolutely could not fathom what His Excellency the Duke had just done in that split second.

"Go, peel the mask off the corpse's face, it seems to have become one with it."

Du Wei's voice was indescribably chilling.

Only he himself knew what had just happened.

Demon Spirit Du Wei needed more Demon Spirits to accelerate his resurrection.

Because it had reached a critical point.

Marking successful, activating the Mark, then devouring.

It was that simple.

Demon Spirit Du Wei was about to fully assimilate that Demon God and accomplish something in this world that no one has ever done before.

If he could make this path work.

All problems could be solved.

The large blank space on the mask.

Was prepared for the remaining Demon Gods, naturally, Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods would form seventy-two different patterns.

All glory.

All sin, would be thoroughly ended.

At this moment.

Brand looked at His Excellency the Duke in front of him.

His entire understanding had been completely overturned.

"As you wish."

Brand placed his right hand over his chest and bowed slightly as a sign of respect.

"Praise be to you, Your Excellency the Duke."

Upon hearing this.

Du Wei nodded indifferently, "Also, remember to keep this a secret. I do not wish for today's events to be known by others."

Brand respectfully said, "Yes, I will keep it a secret."

Du Wei hummed in satisfaction.

Actually, he was not as strong as Brand thought he was.

If one must speak of strength.

It was more a case of being outwardly strong but inwardly weak.

Because Demon Spirit Du Wei was at a critical point and could hardly spare the energy; assimilating a Demon God required caution and absolute suppressive power.

What allowed Du Wei to crush the resurrected thirteenth member of the Vanity Sect as easily as killing a chicken, was actually the response provided by Demon Spirit Du Wei, provoked inside the coffin.

Without these.

Du Wei remained as he was.

However.

He was at that moment considering his next move against the Vanity Sect.

Thirteen masks, thirteen Demon Spirits, and if the people from the Vanity Sect died, they too would become Demon Spirits.

Ditching the now worthless grey mask, twelve remained.

If he could eradicate the Vanity Sect in one fell swoop.

Demon Spirit Du Wei could definitely resurrect on the spot.

"Pity that I do not have enough strength, although I know this is a shortcut, the level of danger is also great."

"Perhaps, I should set my sights on another Demon Spirit."

Du Wei sorted it out in his mind.

Behind him, the shadow that had turned into a silhouette trembled instinctively for some reason.

At this time.

Brand had already personally peeled off the grey mask, but he felt that the Demon Spirit within it had completely vanished.

It could be said.

The foundations of the Vanity Sect had been invisibly reduced by a fragment.

Immediately, he said with difficulty, "Your Excellency the Duke, the Demon Spirit is gone, and the Vanity Sect will surely be furious because they need the Demon Spirits and the masked members."

"If you return with me, they will definitely hand this mask over to you, which could pose a danger to you."

He added, "I would not really advise returning to the Vanity Sect, for there is no need for you to wade into this muddied water."

Although that was what he said, Brand didn't feel assured inside.

Because he believed that His Excellency the Duke had his own reasons for joining the Vanity Sect and was unlikely to be swayed by him.