Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 731 - 709, my brother Evil Wei is still awesome.
Chapter 731: 709, my brother Evil Wei is still awesome.
smack…
Evil Spirit Du Wei casually closed the red door behind him.
He didn’t leave.
An envelope was circulating beside him.
A shadow stood behind him.
Everything seemed so natural.
Now, Evil Spirit Du Wei was resurrected.
He realized the risks of assimilating a Demon God, and also discovered that someone had stolen Valak’s power.
Therefore, this path was not very viable.
With his personality, his pride, he would never choose to continue on this path, even if Armored Divinity Ascension was his own creation.
“No,” he said.
“It might not have been created by me.”
Evil Spirit Du Wei touched the mask on his face.
His pitch-black eyes turned colder and colder.
“All external power, all external abilities, are undesirable.”
“There is no power that doesn’t come at a price.”
“From the beginning, I disliked this world; its multitude of rules restrained me.”
“I can accept them, but I can’t acknowledge my own weakness.”
If Evil Spirit Du Wei had been powerful enough to kill all of Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods, he wouldn’t have spent most of his time asleep.
“No one can create me.”
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“I don’t need acknowledgment or recognition.”
“From now on, I will redefine my definition of myself.”
Evil Spirit Du Wei removed his mask.
The face revealed was a pale one.
“My past is all of my experiences, and my future has always been decided by me. I acknowledge it, I bear it, so my strength will not increase due to abilities or assimilation of Demon Gods.”
“My name is Du Wei.”
His voice sounded like a murmur, as if whispering to himself.
And the gaze of Evil Spirit Du Wei was directed towards the distance.
He saw darkness.
But he also saw his future.
Pain is always present, hope nestles in tomorrow.
At this moment.
The mask in Evil Spirit Du Wei’s hand also began to change.
Crack…
The sound was very faint.
But then, like igniting a powder keg, the sound of crackling and breaking filled the air, and the entire mask was covered in cracks, the twisted lines representing the Demon Gods spreading out from the shattered mask.
They wanted to flee.
Instantly, a terrifying and evil aura permeated the surroundings.
Beyond the Red Gate was a narrow tunnel.
If the Demon Gods assimilated by Evil Spirit Du Wei managed to escape, they would surely lash out instantly.
And…
That might bring unexpected disasters to this world.
For some reason, not seen in the modern age, Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods had always been behind Hell’s Gate.
No one entering had ever witnessed their horror.
Only Du Wei had that privilege.
And, only Evil Spirit Du Wei had the power to fight them.
If the assimilated Demon Gods were to escape, there would be no limitation of Hell’s Gate, essentially establishing a direct connection with reality.
Demon Spirits, Evil Spirits, Evil Spirits, or Strangeness, their terror all stemmed from the Demon Gods.
To put it plainly, they are just derivatives.
Just handling these would tear the world apart; the advent of real Demon Gods would likely lead to its destruction.
The envelope beside him was now shaking violently.
It saw that the mask in Evil Wei’s hands was full of cracks, about to shatter at any moment.
Along with that, the patterns on the mask were gradually splitting apart.
It panicked completely.
[Great Master of the Evil Spirit, are you going to destroy the world? Your mask is broken, and the Demon Gods will all run away!]
Evil Spirit Du Wei didn’t look at the envelope.
He applied a little more force in his palm.
Smack…
The mask was completely crushed.
With a loud bang, it burst into powder.
“I no longer need their power,”
Evil Spirit Du Wei spoke with an indifferent tone, as if affirming a fact, yet clearly, its aura was plummeting without limit, with the assimilated Demon Gods being excised from its body one after another.
The powers it lost were becoming more numerous.
At this moment.
In the sewerage system beneath the entire New York City, a chorus of straining creaks could be heard.
The ground trembled.
The currents at the heart of the earth were boiling.
Outside.
Observed from high above, the entirety of New York City was shrouded in dark clouds.
An invisibility to the naked eye, a black mist.
And there were fine, black threads falling from the dark clouds, as if intending to envelop the entire city within their reach.
If this were to succeed, New York would become an Uninhabited City.
A mental health clinic.
Within that dark unknown space.
Black Du Wei observed the changes in the outside world, his expression grimly dark.
“I don’t understand this world.”
“What exactly happened, has Evil Spirit Du Wei revived? But that shouldn’t be possible, it couldn’t revive at this time, beneath that New York ground, what could possibly force it to awaken if not something it had to confront to resolve the situation.”
“If I continue to stay here, I will have no chance at all.”
“I’ll follow the plan, I need to find a Hell’s Gate, go back to a more distant past, and start to lay out my plans anew.”
Black Du Wei thought to himself.
He no longer hesitated and immediately left the mental health clinic.
Wandering through the darkness.
His speed was extremely fast.
In almost the blink of an eye, he had left New York and was hurrying towards the nearby city of Esselgreen, where in one of its basements lay a Hell’s Gate.
At this very moment.
Suddenly.
Black Du Wei furrowed his brows, standing within the darkness, thoroughly concealed.
He saw a ragged old man, filthy as a beggar, walking on a street leading to New York City.
“Matthew?”
Black Du Wei narrowed his eyes.
And Matthew, as if sensing something, lifted his head too.
“Who? Who is spying on me?”
Despite his current wretched state, Matthew’s strength was not weak, he was still a Top Hunter.
Moreover, he had also undergone a process like the Evil Spirit Transformation through a substance akin to the Blood of Jesus, thus wielding the power of a Demon God.
In an instant.
Matthew entered into an Evil Spirit Transformation.
His aura was chilling to the bone, and like an Evil Spirit, he radiated an aura of death and decay.
Though not in the same space.
Matthew could still feel a terrifying presence, very close to himself.
Black Du Wei stared at Matthew for a moment.
He turned his head and swiftly left.
“This Matthew is much stronger than I assumed, and it seems he’s heading towards New York?”
“Could it be he’s seeking out Ryan?”
“Forget it, this has nothing to do with me anymore. However, Matthew’s not weak, I remember he’s also from the Victorian Era.”
“Perhaps, once I return to the past, I might try to make contact with him.”
…
Elsewhere.
New York was now being lashed with torrential rain.
The downpour pooled into the sewers, making the underground temperature drop significantly colder and extremely moist.
At this very moment.
Evil Spirit Du Wei had completely destroyed that mask.
Its existence had no relationship whatsoever with the Masked Evil Spirit.
Even the mask pattern that represented itself was obliterated.
However.
Wrapped around Evil Spirit Du Wei’s Right Hand was something resembling a rope; it didn’t need the power of Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods, but that didn’t mean it would grant them freedom.
At present, the assimilated couple of twenty Demon Gods had become this rope.
It now served as an ornament for Evil Spirit Du Wei.
The Envelope was completely shocked and timely asked, “Master, you apparently give the Envelope a sensation of weakness, yet why do you also seem so strong?”
Evil Spirit Du Wei rarely responded, “Because I have clutched the future in my hand.”
