Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 739: Dust

About that black leather book that would automatically manifest text, it was something Matthew found many years ago behind Hell’s Gate.

Moreover, the reason why he has two bodies is also due to Hell’s Gate.

That door was extraordinarily special.

Or rather, what he experienced behind Hell’s Gate was extremely special.

Afterwards.

Matthew had a narrow escape from death when he left Hell’s Gate, he obtained everything he possesses now, including Mapa’s Pen, and then he threw that door into the Public Sea.

At this moment.

Matthew looked at the text on the black leather book.

He stared at the line that read “Everlasting Flower,” seeming transfixed.

Then.

He said, “I know about this small religious organization, it’s now called the Duke Cult, but if everything in the book is true, the Duke Cult might already be in trouble.”

The text on the black leather book was articulated in the voice of His Excellency the Duke.

It was the so-called last hope.

Moreover, the one articulating it has also declared that when the Everlasting Flower blooms, he will rewrite everything.

“I will help you reclaim your true name, reclaim everything you’re entitled to.”

“This damn world has also had enough of me.”

“Tina, and my daughter Vivian, I have no other choice now.”

Matthew took out an old, long-stopped copper pocket watch from his pocket, which seemed to hold significant meaning to him.

Then, his gaze became resolute.

In fact.

Matthew sometimes felt that the black leather book was too ominous, but he had been relying on the information spelled out in this book for over a hundred years, persevering until now.

He also wanted to resurrect his wife and child.

What makes someone human.

Is their complex individuality and the fact that they are part of a complex community, where ethics and emotions are chains, yet every soul willingly submits to them.

Hence, there are those who act against better judgment and those who recklessly throw all in for one attempt.

Matthew took a distant look at New York.

The entire city was extraordinarily quiet.

But he turned and left in the opposite direction.

However, Matthew did not realize.

After he made his decision, the aura of the black leather book suddenly grew silent.

…

The high tower was situated amidst the vast snow-capped mountains.

Alfaria was nearly going mad at this point.

It wasn’t just him.

The other members of the Vanity Sect were also on the brink of insanity.

The world was changing too fast.

Not even a single night had passed.

First, they felt the emergence of an incredibly terrifying being, likely a Demon God, and then various Strangeness clouded their minds.

The Vanity Sect had its limits.

Though there were only thirteen true members, the number of servants and the families and organizations they controlled was not small.

“Have all the Evil Spirits vanished?”

Alfaria murmured to himself.

There were many twists and turns.

His Armored Divinity Ascension plan and the ritual to unite the thirteen into one had not yet unfolded when the world’s anomalies nearly overwhelmed them.

If there were no Evil Spirits or Demon Spirits in the world.

What would become of them?

Brand said, “The church is in an uproar, all over the world, Evil Spirits, Evil Spirits, Strangeness, Demon Spirits, Calamities, and some other terrifying things have congregated for a great battle.”

Gascogne said, “Pharoux Island, that great battle is on Pharoux Island.”

Alfaria spoke grimly, “I know, I felt his location the moment that being was born, he has enslaved all the malevolent entities in the world.”

Someone asked, “What should we do?”

Mercher urged, “Alfaria, what exactly is that being? Why can he enslave the Evil Spirits of the whole world? Is he a Demon God? But I have never heard that a Demon God would manipulate these ghostly things.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Alfaria said, “What matters is that the great war is not over yet.”

If previously, Alfaria was not certain whether that existence was Du Wei, or rather, the master of the Vanity Sect, His Excellency the Duke.

Now.

He was one hundred percent sure.

Because many years ago.

Alfaria clearly remembered, his terrifying master had once said that he hated this world, and one day, he would make it as it should be.

All that was discordant, should not exist.

Touching the mask on his face, Alfaria felt a complex mixture of emotions: “So, you want to change this world? Make it as it should be?”

“A world enslaved by you? Or perhaps, a world without the presence of Evil Spirits?”

“If it’s the latter, even the Demon God would cease to exist, wouldn’t he…”

Alfaria was very clear that whether it was the former or the latter, he could not bear the outcome.

As a traitor.

A bona fide traitor, what Alfaria feared the most was the return of his master, for he would be held accountable.

Even if he was not held accountable.

Even if it was the best outcome, a world without any disharmony, a world where evil forces did not exist, they, the hunters, the lofty dictators, would also lead a fate worse than death.

Devoid of power, they were no better than beggars on the streets.

If compared to a pyramid, their power was the foundation stone; without it, the pyramid would collapse.

“All of you, heed my command.”

Alfaria took a deep breath and made a decision.

He knew that the Vanity Sect was a mess inside.

But the existence of the thirteen masks rendered all schemes and tactics ineffective.

They were one entity.

“Please give your order.”

“Proceed with the command, Lord Alfaria.”

“All shall cease to exist, only vanity shall abide.”

All bowed their heads in humility.

Alfaria nodded, his tone firm and decisive: “Begin the ritual immediately, we shall become one, to steal the power of the Demon God, and at the same time, we shall undergo the Armored Divinity Ascension.”

“We too shall join the battle; the world does not need to become better, maintaining the status quo is sufficient.”

As he spoke these words.

Alfaria added in his heart: “My master, once I watched you die in that stone sarcophagus, and now, I shall acquire the power that even you could not control and personally send you to your grave.”

Upon Alfaria’s command.

The ritual that the Vanity Sect had long prepared began ahead of schedule.

And all of this.

Was seen by Lord Ferren.

He was an undercover agent…

But he, too, could not remove his mask.

…

At this very moment.

Pharoux Island.

The sea here was roaring, raising huge waves that fiercely struck the island.

The seaweed here was growing wildly, just like the hair of the dead.

Under the coral-stacked island, corpses squirmed like leeches.

Suddenly.

With a splashing sound.

A rift violently tore open in the sky above the island.

As if a mirror had shattered.

A vast shadow spread from the fissure, tentacles flailing as if alive.

A man’s chilling voice emerged: “This will be your grave; you cannot escape.”