Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 729 - 707, that man has indigestion.

Chapter 729: 707, that man has indigestion.

In reality,

Du Wei slowly opened his eyes.

Those bloodshot eyes had been the eyes of a shadow.

But at that moment, they were gradually overtaken by darkness.

Eyes that did not belong to him were, after all, not easy to use.

Du Wei…

Or rather, Du Wei, the Evil Spirit.

The moment it came online, the first thing it did was to discard the shadow’s eyes.

Then, it saw the inside of the stone coffin.

At that moment, its body was already half inside the coffin, only the lower half remained outside.

The deadly attraction almost made Du Wei, the Evil Spirit, feel an urge to jump in.

“Ridiculous,”

its tone was icy to the extreme, and a mask automatically emerged from its body and settled on its face.

The Right Hand pressed directly against the edge of the stone coffin.

It gritted its teeth.

Forcefully trying to pull its body out of the coffin.

Around it, the stone-made Hell’s Gate, for some reason, had already displayed seventy-two phantoms, oh no…

Upon close count, there were actually seventy-one.

Because Rahmer, the Demon God, had been banished by Du Wei to some unknown spatial node.

Those phantoms all emanated a terrifying aura.

It seemed to be pushing Du Wei, the Evil Spirit, into the stone coffin.

The mask on its face, with its multitude of patterns, also began to distort faintly, as if wanting to flee.

Apart from the first few who were completely assimilated by Du Wei, the Evil Spirit,

the rest were the same.

In other words, Du Wei, the Evil Spirit, had assimilated too many Demon Gods.

It was having a bit of indigestion.

“It seems that I’ve slept for far too long, long enough for you all to forget what fear is, right?”

Du Wei, the Evil Spirit, sneered.

It punched the stone coffin.

Blood oozed from its fist.

In the blink of an eye, darkness spread out wildly.

From where it started, the darkness spread like a tide, submerging one Hell’s Gate after another.

And,

in the process,

the aura of Du Wei, the Evil Spirit, grew more and more terrifying.

Its body was slowly pulled out of the coffin piece by piece.

In the blink of an eye, the upper half was nearly out.

The entire coffin trembled.

The hovering coffin lid was dropping crazily, eager to trap it in the coffin, even if satisfied with only half a body.

However,

Du Wei, the Evil Spirit, just looked up, its pupils contracting.

A strange fluctuation spread out.

The stone coffin lid was firmly fixed in place, unable to descend in the slightest.

After doing this,

Du Wei, the Evil Spirit’s body finally broke free from the stone coffin.

It let out a muffled grunt.

From beneath the mask, blood trickled from the tip of its nose.

The patterns on the mask became even more twisted.

The seventy-one phantoms also flickered unstably in the darkness, as horrific as the evil spirits of hell.

The Demon Gods that had been assimilated by Du Wei, the Evil Spirit, were trying to take back their power.

And this…

was displeasing.

Du Wei, the Evil Spirit, placed one hand on the stone coffin, resisting the attraction that was not diminishing but growing stronger, while its other hand stretched out slowly towards those phantoms.

“Shut up, all of you!”

The hand clenched.

With a boom…

All the phantoms burst one after another, turning into nothingness.

The stone-crafted Hell’s Gate was also covered with web-like cracks.

Now,

it was quiet.

Du Wei, the Evil Spirit, was finally able to focus and placed the retrieved Right Hand on the mask.

In a low voice, a pained roar was faintly audible.

It was unclear whether it was the voice of Du Wei, the Evil Spirit, or those Demon Gods it had assimilated.

“These Demon Gods, they truly disgust me.”

The state of the Evil Spirit Du Wei was not good.

Forcing an awakening had not allowed it to fully assimilate successfully, but if it did not awaken, the situation would have become even worse.

And.

This time, upon awakening, the Evil Spirit Du Wei also discovered that the demonic power it had assimilated was being stolen by some entities.

It wasn’t the work of the Vanity Sect, nor was it the so-called Black Du Wei.

Instead, it was an existence that neither it nor Du Wei had ever encountered.

Not very strong.

But disgusting enough.

In the heart of the Evil Spirit Du Wei, there was a cold indifference, as it now desired to cast off the assimilated Demon God.

Eating too much can lead to bursting.

Moreover, the taste of Demon Gods is not pleasant at all.

Apart from amplified strength and stacked abilities, it was utterly meaningless to it.

As for power?

Abilities?

It was the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

“The future me will be stronger, so the current me is equally strong.”

That was what the Evil Spirit Du Wei thought.

Its aura gradually declined, less overwhelmingly oppressive than before and now chillier by several degrees.

In the blink of an eye.

The pattern on the mask became twisted and merged into one.

Apart from the mask pattern that represented it, the other patterns turned into threads that roamed across the mask, making it appear even less human.

In some sense.

It should have been categorized as a Demon God long ago.

But in reality, this was of little help to the current state of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Although it was not at death’s door.

It was still in a weakened state, and forcing an awakening could hardly be without consequences.

The attraction of the stone coffin had not diminished at all.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei came online and, although it managed to survive, it was still trapped here, unable to leave at all.

“Envelope!”

In its consciousness, the Evil Spirit Du Wei forcibly linked with the Envelope.

Its servant was cheering.

[Great Master of the Evil Spirit, the Envelope is so excited it could cry, are you online? Your voice is as frightening as ever, truly befitting of you!]

[The fake you is about to arrive.]

[Please wait a moment.]

The Evil Spirit Du Wei turned its head, coldly looking towards the rear—towards the Red Gate.

It could feel that an existence similar to itself was getting closer and closer to it.

“Another me?”

“It dares to compare….”

The Evil Spirit Du Wei looked down on that replica from the depths of its being, utterly contemptuous.

Any being that tried to become it, or to mimic it, would ultimately belong to it.

However.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei and Du Wei had already merged into one.

Being awake this side, it naturally also knew of the previous plans.

Fostering Black Du Wei was to use it as a scapegoat.

In the known information, Black Du Wei also went to the Victorian Era, wanting to replace itself from the very root.

So be it then.

Let it replace.

Still that same saying.

The more it resembled it, the more it would become it.

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In the sewer pipe.

Black Du Wei seemed to have a hunch, it raised its head, looking ahead.

The Envelope was floating beside it.

“I sense danger.”

Black Du Wei said, “What exactly is behind me? Is he scheming against me?”

At this moment, Black Du Wei and the Envelope had arrived in front of that wall.

Just by entering, they would appear behind the Red Gate’s door.

Though this avatar could be sacrificed without a second thought.

But Black Du Wei, carrying on Du Wei’s character, did not like doing things without benefit.

Therefore, it hesitated.

The Envelope on the side was inciting: [Master Black Du Wei, he is inside, and the situation is very dangerous now. Just by going in, you could kick him when he’s down, a fatal blow.]

Black Du Wei sneered endlessly, “I don’t believe a word you say.”