Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

At the altar.

By now, the blood pool had returned to calm, and the anomaly with the Blood of Jesus had ceased.

Ferran and the other hunters couldn't help but sigh with relief.

Ever since, the anomaly with the Blood of Jesus had been unpredictable, but based on past experiences, it probably wouldn't cause any problems for a long time.

Meanwhile, Du Wei's gaze was somewhat odd.

He was still troubled by the voice of Alex he had just heard in his mind.

He knew something was wrong with his girlfriend.

The envelope claimed that entering Hell's Gate would reveal all the answers.

But as for what those answers were or how to obtain them, the envelope couldn't provide a clear explanation.

If it had known, it would have told Du Wei already.

At that moment.

Ferran, who was possessed by Kane, turned his head to glance at Du Wei.

He spoke in a complex tone, "The corpse of Alvin Dowqui, was it you who brought it back?"

As a secret agent hidden within the Vanity Sect.

Ferran himself was still far away, and the scene of Alvin Dowqui's corpse battling Matthew the night before, he had only glimpsed.

Because he was keen to know if Du Wei was indeed the one known as His Excellency the Duke.

Du Wei turned to look at Ferran, pondering for a moment before nodding, "It was me."

Ferran immediately followed up, "Then, how should I address you? Your Excellency the Duke, or Bishop Duwei?"

With this said.

The remaining two hunters, both bewildered, turned their gazes to Du Wei.

They had no idea who His Excellency the Duke was.

Nor did they understand why Ferran would suddenly ask such a question.

Du Wei was well aware of their confusion and said in an unusual tone, "I'm not some His Excellency the Duke, that's just a misunderstanding."

Ferran gave him a long, hard look, "A misunderstanding, is it? I see."

Everyone has their secrets.

In his view, Du Wei's reluctance to acknowledge was merely a wish not to expose his identity. If that was the case, then let it be; he wasn't that person.

Moreover, to him, these matters were insignificant; what mattered was that Du Wei had brought the corpse of Alvin Dowqui back to the church.

This was tolerable.

Thus.

Ferran no longer pursued the topic but instead changed the subject, "I noticed you looked a bit unwell just now, did the Blood of Jesus make you uncomfortable?"

Du Wei frowned and said, "Yes, and I also heard some strange voices."

Ferran uttered a hum, "That's normal. The Blood of Jesus is related to Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods, and it has the power to bewitch. Considering that both you and I are of the same kind, it would be abnormal not to be affected."

Du Wei's eyebrows arched, "The same kind?"

Ferran spoke slowly, "Yes, you, I, Matthew, we're all of the same kind; all of us have been influenced by the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods. I just don't know which one has influenced you."

The information revealed in his words was quite substantial.

Du Wei, piecing together previous discoveries, quickly grasped Ferran's meaning.

His own pattern on the back of his hand, the one on Matthew's palm, and the cross-shaped pattern in Ferran's eyes, these vastly different things seemed to be connected to Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

Or rather, they were all products of infestation.

The remaining two hunters had an odd look on their wooden faces.

Seeing this, Ferran said to Du Wei, "I can't tell you any specific instructions in writing or information because there are some things I simply cannot say."

"It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't."

"You should be able to understand me..."

This was like speaking in riddles because Ferran truly believed Du Wei was that mysterious His Excellency the Duke.

In his belief, such an entity would definitely know more than him.

But Du Wei shook his head and said, "I can't understand, because as I've said, I am not His Excellency the Duke you think I am."

Then he added, "If you can't tell me something important, then please tell me, what are the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon precisely? Devils, or deities?"

Ferran looked deeply at Du Wei. "It seems you've forgotten a lot."

Du Wei furrowed his brow and said, "I haven't forgotten anything, I am really not that person."

Even if it was His Excellency the Duke, it could only be the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

He had nothing to do with him at all.

Ferran sighed, looked up towards the space above the altar, and spoke in a profound tone, "They are neither devils nor deities, but exist as conceptual beings. The nuns are also of the same kind, just ranked much lower in the hierarchy."

He spoke directly of the nuns.

Du Wei's scalp tingled. "You call it by its name directly?"

Ferran said indifferently, "Our kind can indeed address it by name, you can think of it as a cost. To put it simply, the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon are the primitive worship that arises from fear driven by instinct."

"The Evil Spirits existed only after them."

"Lord Duwei, although I do not know why you have become what you are now, if you have forgotten much information, then I suggest you open that door, you will get everything you want."

Du Wei said warily, "Hell's Gate?"

That thing again.

Ferran spoke with a hint of emptiness, "Correct, there are seventy-two Hell's Gates in this world, and although you are strong now, honestly, you could die at any time."

"We of our kind will sooner or later become their vessels."

"Even if you don't want to, you will follow this path, because everything has been preordained."

"The entity eroding you will always watch you silently from the darkness, compelling you to keep going until it fulfills its purpose."

Hearing this, Du Wei couldn't help but object, "To open that door just for some information, when the risks I face would increase, it's likely I would die inside, this doesn't fit my character."

Ferran said gravely, "I can only say, nothing else holds much significance, information is the most important. Once you have lost certain information, you should realize the threat that lies behind you."

"Open the door, and the information you receive will tell you how to resist it."

"Of course, it's only about resistance. We can't kill them, we can only continually minimize their threats."

"Evil Spirits or Demon Gods, our ultimate fate is simply that, before dying, we plunge through the door and use our last bit of strength to shut it tightly."

"Well, my time is up, I hope the next time we meet, you will have recovered the memories you've lost."

With that, Ferran closed his eyes.

He left Kane's body, who immediately collapsed on the ground as if his soul had been drained, falling into unconsciousness.

Du Wei's complexion turned very ugly.

He had thought this world was one with Evil Spirits, Exorcists, and hunters.

But now, listening to Ferran, it seemed like it was on the brink of doom.

The threat of the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods was nothing short of despairing.

Most importantly, they could not kill the conceptual Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon.

Du Wei let out a weary sigh. "I hate this world."