Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

When Evil Spirit Du Wei arrived at the true Gates of Hell, the world of another island in the lake.

Those existences that were segregated, unable to enter.

Together with Minette, they gradually became blurrier and more indistinct, eventually merging into the darkness.

Reality and illusion alternated.

At that moment.

Evil Spirit Du Wei was like a devil that had walked out of hell.

It looked at everything in front of it.

On its right hand, the scar that resembled a ring had already disappeared.

The Golden Scales, the pointer.

And the curse had all vanished.

All that was left was the mask and the assimilated ocean symbols.

Its gaze swept over the Evil Spirit Doll, which was Annabelle, and finally settled on the five Demon Gods.

Demon Gods are conceptual existences.

Killing them is almost an impossible task.

Even for Evil Spirit Du Wei.

It had only assimilated one Demon God.

Of course.

The Demon Gods here are merely extensions of power, products of concept; all the information clearly pointed to them, but in reality, their true selves were not present here.

For example.

Sunlight shines on the earth during the day; when night falls, the sunlight is replaced, but that does not mean it ceases to exist.

The light you see is mostly refracted from the moon.

Now, the five Demon Gods here are like that refracted light.

"Honestly, I'm a bit disappointed,"

"But I feel pleasantly surprised."

Two sentences came out of Evil Spirit Du Wei's mouth.

The first was addressed to the illusions that represented the Demon Gods, the second to Annabelle.

Opposite.

The illusions of the five Demon Gods didn't do anything to Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Instead, Annabelle trembled slightly.

It floated in mid-air, its gaze fixed on Evil Spirit Du Wei, but those eyes seemed utterly vacant, as if projected from an infinitely distant space.

The scene became very awkward.

There was no combat as imagined.

All that existed were conceptual traces of information.

Evil Spirit Du Wei stepped out of what seemed like the bottom of the abyss, walking upward step by step.

Behind it, an envelope circulated.

Its shadow merged with the darkness.

In its pitch-black eyes, there was an unmistakable intent to kill.

And the hatred for Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

It wasn't just a matter of days.

The story from beginning to end might not take too long.

But in that past and future, in the infinite loop of time's lock, their hatred had already blended into fate.

No matter what choice was made.

Whether to drift with the tide or to strike proactively, in the end, the same path would be taken.

"Come on."

"Illusions can become reality, falsehood can take the place of the truth."

"As long as you have a concept about me."

"I will acknowledge your existence as real."

Evil Spirit Du Wei walked up to that open vertical eye, looking into it.

The pupil of the vertical eye was also dark and profound, like a vortex of the abyss, with an indescribable demonic allure, one glance could make one irresistibly fall into it, the soul becoming part of it.

Next.

Evil Spirit Du Wei looked towards a clump of mist, within which the ticking sound of clock hands could be heard.

Even it couldn't discern its true form.

But within the mist, it wasn't an Antique Clock, but rather a filthy existence made up of black mud-like substances twisted together, resembling rotten mud.

And within that rotten mud, there were three clock hands intertwined.

On the other side.

There was Valak.

It looked almost exactly like the Demon Nun.

But that terrifying feeling was completely different.

Moreover, it possessed male organs.

Looking at the remaining two Demon Gods, one was a mass of void, and the other an indistinct face, blurred as if smeared at will by a child, appearing very rough.

Evil Spirit Du Wei nodded thoughtfully at the five demon gods.

"Originally, Minette must have attempted to undergo the Armored Divinity Ascension, seizing your power, leading to her ultimate failure, dismemberment, and suppression," he said.

His tone was very ordinary.

There was no anger or sorrow.

Those were Du Wei's, not its.

Human or unhuman, Evil Wei wasn't me.

Seeing this, Annabelle paused for a moment.

Her breath immediately grew heavy.

In an instant.

The five Demon God illusions then emitted a terrifying aura, with dense, black threads constructing everything here like information.

The infestation intensified.

Annabelle's body immediately cracked open.

The being controlling her, even though very powerful, couldn't face the illusion of five Demon Gods while a door to hell was sealed off.

Evil Spirit Du Wei looked deeply at Annabelle.

It took action as well.

He reached out directly towards Annabelle, causing her doll body to emit the sound of tearing, and another crack opened up.

Looking into the crack.

The inside was already filled with dense, black threads.

It must be said.

These black, fine threads were all too familiar to Evil Spirit Du Wei.

It possessed the same means.

Demon Gods, Strangeness, and even the appearance of some Evil Spirits, also had similar manifestations to varying degrees.

"The reason I came here must have been your doing..."

"So what are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for my sadness and pity?"

"Foolish woman..."

Evil Spirit Du Wei said this while squinting his eyes.

Countless black mists emerged from his eyes, quickly covering everything around in a blink.

The illusion of the Demon God, the controlled, Puppet-like Annabelle had no time to escape.

The whole Lake Island was enshrouded in darkness.

The light disappeared.

The entire sky was starless and moonless, as if situated in hell.

Darkness is a by-product of human's innate fear.

Fear will never disappear.

"The Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods correspond to the seventy-two gates of Hell."

"If you're from hell."

"Then I am your hell."

"You can never escape me, either die completely, even as a concept, or become a part of me."

"So you should remember my name."

"And then... you will begin to tremble, learn to fear."

Only Evil Spirit Du Wei could speak.

His voice was no different from the sound of hell itself.

It grew more and more terrifying.

It grew more and more powerful.

...

A will extended from the gate of Hell.

Its presence was unseen.

But as it extended, one could sense it moving.

From the altar beneath Massas City, through the endless darkness, reaching the now leveled ground, and rapidly moving on.

Eventually, the will arrived at a villa in the heart of New York City.

A pale, delicate fingertip trembled slightly.

It tried to grasp tightly, but before it could hold on, it released in despair.

"So it wasn't him after all..."

A woman's voice, as if from the past to the present, laden with too much grief and pain.

Ultimately.

The hand withdrew.

Everything returned to normal.