Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 738: At the start of the story, his name was Du Wei.

Evil Spirit Du Wei looked down from on high.

Gazing upon the white face, it spoke in a chilling tone, “You’re much stronger than I thought, yet you lurk in this world, never making a move even when I first appeared.”

“You only dare to hide in this haunted place, using the Veda Sect to probe me.”

“Are you truly that afraid of me?”

The white face occupied half the world.

And Evil Spirit Du Wei alone took up the other half.

In such a level of confrontation, the role of the spirits was like a wedge.

Fixing the world.

Making it unable to escape.

Moreover, the Everlasting Flower was also enveloping this world.

It simply couldn’t escape.

At this moment.

The instant it saw him, Evil Spirit Du Wei determined its rank—Four Pillars.

And it also learned its true name.

Paimon…

One of the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon.

Similarly.

It also knew the true name of Evil Spirit Du Wei.

That white face, at this instance, faintly resembled Du Wei.

It opened its mouth.

And there rose a nebulous, dark murmuring.

Such sounds could not possibly be produced by any living creature, as they were all an exposition of its concept.

If a mortal were to hear it, they would explode into a mist of blood.

Moreover.

Evil Spirit Du Wei saw on the other some interesting powers.

Valak…

And Boine…

Even some of Rahmer’s power.

This was highly abnormal.

The Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon are conceptual existences, with each Demon God’s rank clearly demarcated.

Because they are the offspring of primordial fear.

Yet these powers were all assimilated by Evil Spirit Du Wei.

And beyond that, the powers of other Demon Gods were not present.

With the murmuring’s rise.

The rope on Evil Spirit Du Wei’s wrist, formed by all the assimilated Demon Gods, started to show signs of unraveling.

“So that’s how it is.”

Evil Spirit Du Wei suddenly understood, “I assimilate Demon Gods, while you’ve been secretly stealing power, yet hiding in the shadows, and Rahmer has been banished by me. I haven’t assimilated it but was merely influenced by it.”

“Therefore, no matter how I assimilate Demon Gods, I can only assimilate seventy or at most seventy-one, because you’re not behind Hell’s Gate at all, but stealthily hidden in the modern world.”

To say seventy is to exclude Rahmer.

And to include Rahmer, that makes seventy-one.

The last one, being Paimon.

On the contrary, if Evil Spirit Du Wei kept assimilating, it would ultimately be enriching Paimon.

Even the fact that Paimon transformed into a face vaguely resembling Du Wei’s might mean it had already stolen his power.

As one waxes, the other wanes.

Evil Spirit Du Wei could never beat Paimon.

In an instant.

All of Du Wei’s experiences connected together.

But fortunately.

Evil Spirit Du Wei had already given up on assimilating Demon Gods.

It found that vile.

And upon reflection, the sarcophagus under the tower was in stark contrast to the behavior of the Demon God Paimon.

It was more like…

A reluctant compromise.

Dragging other Demon Gods to death with it.

“The so-called cycle.”

Evil Spirit Du Wei said this, its tone not one of surprise but declarative.

Clearly.

It had foreseen this.

On the other side.

The shadow of a demon god that had been assimilated by the Evil Spirit Du Wei appeared in Paimon’s face, and the powers of those demon gods had transformed into symbols.

Perhaps, in doing so, it could steal not just the powers of the demon gods.

Gathering the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods into one, it could also allow the demon gods trapped behind Hell’s Gate to come into reality.

Suddenly.

The murmuring voice abruptly vanished.

Everything in the world fell deadly silent.

Paimon opened its mouth, and the entire white world began to contract intensely.

It seemed to be raging.

As if its plan had been disrupted.

But the Evil Spirit Du Wei simply sneered.

It said, “When I discovered the cycle, I too was enraged because I felt I was being challenged, my existence should not be validated by some so-called cycle.”

“Past or future, they mean nothing to me.”

“If you represent the cycle, then from this moment on, I will break the cycle.”

…

Elsewhere.

Inside a garbage dump in New York.

Ryan looked up, his eyes showing confusion, and yet they were unspeakably complex.

For an instant.

Many memories surfaced in his mind.

His body also became dim and transparent.

But…

He said, “The last cycle… no, there is no cycle anymore, but in the future I know of, I shouldn’t be recovering my memories at this time. Wait a bit longer, you should be able to kill it, my abilities should not be used at this point in time.”

Saying this, the complexity in Ryan’s eyes slowly vanished.

The silence on his face was replaced by his characteristically jolly expression.

He scratched his head: “Weird, why did I suddenly space out?”

As he finished speaking.

Ryan looked at his half-transparent body, dumbfounded: “Damn it, am I seeing ghosts? Why has my body turned like this?”

As he finished speaking.

His body rapidly returned to normal.

“Holy shit, boss, I’m hallucinating!”

Yelling this, Ryan completely panicked. He carried a hoe on his shoulder, and his pockets were bulging with the treasures he had dug up.

The man stumbled out of the garbage dump.

And from behind him, as the last transparent part of him became real, one could vaguely make out the trace of a Joker Card.

…

Church Headquarters.

His Excellency Cain was so anxious his scalp went numb.

“Damn it, what the hell happened on the Duke’s end, I can’t get in touch with him at all.”

“All the Evil Spirits around the world have disappeared for no reason.”

“Am I going mad or is the world going mad?”

…

On the snow-covered mountains, outside the high tower.

Alfaria stood on the summit, wearing a mask, and gazed into the distance.

He frowned and silently thought, “I can feel that a terrifying entity has been born. What exactly is it? Is it you? My Lord, are you really that powerful?”

“No… Impossible, I watched you die with my own eyes.”

“I saw you decomposed into nothingness by that coffin, even your true name was obliterated, how could you possibly still exist.”

“I have now mastered the true method of Armored Divinity Ascension, I will be stronger than you.”

Thinking this.

Alfaria said to the others, “I sense a terrible entity, it could be a Demon God. We must hurry up and perform the Armored Divinity Ascension ritual. The thirteen of us will become one whole, only by becoming Demon Gods can we enjoy true glory.”

…

On the outskirts of New York City.

Matthew stood in the rain.

The Black Leather Book in his hand levitated and flipped through pages frantically on its own.

On the last page, a scribbled and mad passage was written.

[I failed, but I also succeeded. I couldn’t take back my true name, which was taken by the Demon God, so I could only return in another way.]

[I will leave behind a church, and its name will be the Everlasting Flower. When this imaginary flower blooms, it will be the start of my rewriting everything.]

[But those existences will surely know of my plan, my chances are slim.]

——Written in 1547, by the Deprived of the True Name.