Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Evil Spirit Du Wei looked at the characters etched into the ground.

In its pitch-black eyes, a complex yet indescribable shade flickered.

All were Chinese characters.

Every line of text, every stroke, and the writing habits, all pointed to it.

It could confirm.

The writing was indeed itself.

But it could not identify with it, because its emergence was in modern times, not the distant and long past.

It was even more impossible that, on some day in the past, it would inscribe four lines of text here in an emotion beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

"I have no past, nor a future?"

The tone of Evil Spirit Du Wei carried an ironic meaning.

It couldn't help but laugh.

Evil Spirit Du Wei indeed had no past, yet it had a future, filled with endless possibilities.

And only by fusing with Du Wei did it become whole.

Du Wei had both a past and a future.

If one were to go by the words allegedly left by a past semblance of itself, it clearly didn't match up.

To claim a match,

The premise would be that Du Wei dies one day in the future, or loses the possibility of a future.

"But I will never allow that possibility to occur."

Evil Spirit Du Wei's indifferent gaze swept over the text, and all the words seemed to weather thousands of years in an instant, vanishing before one's eyes.

Afterward,

Evil Spirit Du Wei lifted its head, part of its attention on guard against the Demon God that had yet to show itself, while the rest was focused on the severed hand at the center of the ritual altar.

Thud, thud…

It walked directly over.

Soon, it arrived in front of the severed hand.

It was a woman's left hand.

Pale in complexion.

On the ring finger of the left hand was still a ring.

According to the information given by those words just now, this hand should be Minette's.

Evil Spirit Du Wei extended its right hand.

On the ring finger of its right hand, there was also a similar mark of a ring.

"I sense the aura of my kind."

Evil Spirit Du Wei looked at Minette's severed hand, its voice growing colder, its gaze filled with undisguised intent to kill.

If Minette were a previous life of Alex,

Then this person must have died.

But how she died, Evil Spirit Du Wei and Du Wei had never known.

Looking at it now,

A severed hand appearing on the ritual altar,

It was somewhat telling.

Dismembered…

As for why it mentioned "my kind," it was referring to Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

But not of its kind, rather, akin to it.

"Who killed you?"

Evil Spirit Du Wei reached out a hand, and the severed hand automatically levitated to its front.

At the same time, an indescribable presence emerged on the entire altar.

As if something had awakened.

Evil Spirit Du Wei's eyes narrowed slightly, as it feigned confusion, "If I am the Mask Maker, then there's a significant problem with the timing of these words left behind."

"Minette died in the Victorian Era."

"That was two hundred years ago, so the other me's last existence should be tied to that time as well."

"Unless, after constructing the altar, they left behind these words."

"Then going backward, who placed Minette's severed hand here?"

"Was it him?"

As Evil Spirit Du Wei said this, another thought struck it.

The very first time it encountered the Antique Clock, Rahmer's Bell, a severed hand also appeared, and it was a right hand.

But then it had burned that severed hand to ashes and scattered them.

Thinking of this, it directly reviewed that memory from the past.

Coincidentally, that severed hand was a right hand…

It was indeed a matched set.

Recalling the complexion, and the joints of the fingers, it confirmed that it was indeed Minette's.

Involuntarily…

The murderous intent in Evil Spirit Du Wei's eyes dissipated.

It wasn't gone, but had become deeper and more restrained.

"Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods."

"Rahmer…"

"Valak..."

"There must be other entities involved."

"Very well..."

Evil Spirit Du Wei bent down slightly, his fingers trembling gently.

His eyes were changing from pitch black to their original color.

On the back of his right hand, the mask pattern was flickering, eventually replaced by clock hands.

His human side was restless.

It was Du Wei who was dominating this body now.

"Is it worth it?"

Du Wei gritted his teeth, whispering a question to himself.

In the last vision of the future,

He had seen Minette, who had once tried to bring it back into this world, resolutely walk the path of Armored Divinity Ascension.

But mortals simply couldn't bear the pain of such an ascension.

Even if successful, one would become part of the Demon God, and everything would be reduced to nothingness.

He could imagine it.

The dangers Minette must have faced when choosing Armored Divinity Ascension.

Utterly foolish.

Doing what is known to be impossible.

All for the sake of so-called emotions?

Is it worth it?

To be fair, if it were Du Wei, he could never make such a choice.

He couldn't even understand Minette's actions.

Let alone agree with them.

The person he loved was Alex, not Minette.

But on this premise, Alex's past life was Minette.

Du Wei could accept Minette's death, but he couldn't accept her dying in such a way.

At that moment,

Suddenly...

The creaking sound of a door opening arose.

At the same time, the entire altar was enveloped by an indescribable, horrifying will.

Something was awakening.

Or rather, it had always been waiting for an opportunity, and now that opportunity had arrived.

Du Wei fiercely turned his head.

Following the sound, he saw in the right eye of the Mask Maker, which was his own statue, the existence of a door.

The entire door was made of black rock.

And it was wrapped in many chains, but now those chains had all automatically unlocked.

The door was ajar.

A right hand extended through the gap.

The back of the hand bore the pattern of a mask, along with many other vague designs.

But Du Wei's gaze remained calm.

As if he had anticipated it, he said coldly, "You couldn't contain yourself any longer, could you?"

"Actually, neither could I."

At the end of his sentence, he broke into laughter.

His laugh was full of ferocity.

By the end, Du Wei's eyes had once again turned pitch black, and the long-repressed killing intent could no longer be held back.

Evil Spirit Du Wei vanished in an instant.

Along with Minette's severed hand as well.

The next second,

In front of the right eye of the statue,

Evil Spirit Du Wei hovered, with the Evil Spirit Scalpel in his reversed grip, slashing down directly.

The hand behind the door paused for a moment.

Then it spread open.

It was the power of telekinesis.

Evil Spirit Du Wei's pupils constricted as he immobilized it.

With a boom...

The scalpel cleaved into the palm marked with many patterns.

The palm grasped tightly onto the scalpel.

It was contending with Evil Spirit Du Wei.

"Scram!"

Evil Spirit Du Wei kicked the door, and with a bang, the entire statue trembled violently, large cracks spreading from the right eye.

The stone door within was directly kicked open.

The arm swiftly retracted.

Evil Spirit Du Wei, overrun with murderous intent, charged in without a second thought.