Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

It must be said...

Pennywise is truly formidable.

On the path of courting death, there is no return.

Du Wei watched as Pennywise twisted off the fake's head, but did not react at all.

Even the indifference in his eyes never wavered.

He remained calm.

The fake Evil Spirits around him continued to close in.

In the blink of an eye, they completely surrounded him.

The dark aura crazily intensified, and horrifying, piercing screams occasionally rang out by his ears.

Even many familiar voices could be heard.

Ominous, as if fear were mingling in the fog, making one shudder without feeling cold.

Yet Du Wei seemed as if he heard nothing.

Being surrounded by all the Evil Spirits only made the scene more terrifying.

Because he wore a ghastly white mask, and with the black shadow standing by his side, all the Evil Spirits looked as if they were escorting him, making him appear even more inhuman.

Then he said, "I originally thought you hadn't made any progress, but now it seems, you are even worse than before."

All these tricks and visions were merely intended to awaken the fear in his heart.

But true fear was not what the eyes could see.

Nor was it the indescribable Strangeness.

It was despair.

Absolute despair, with no strength to resist.

This was completely inapplicable to Du Wei, who had already been extremely calm and rational, and after the Evil Spirit Transformation, he didn't even have negative emotions.

Let alone fear.

"It's fate, I am your nemesis."

"Pennywise, do you know why I've talked so much with you?"

Pennywise seemed to realize something was amiss.

But it refused to give up, snarling as it bit by bit twisted off the fake Evil Spirit Du Wei's arms and legs, and even devoured them in front of Du Wei.

"Heh heh heh..."

Yet, while doing so, it was also quietly moving backward.

Seeing this, Du Wei took a step forward.

Pennywise immediately retreated quickly.

Then, as if feeling insulted, it forcibly halted its retreat, cowering hesitantly.

It had been completely tormented by Du Wei and Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Hatred was the most intense emotion.

It roared at Du Wei, and the red balloon it held in its other hand began to undergo some eerie changes.

Blood dripped from the balloon.

At first, it was just drop by drop, quickly turning into a floodgate opened wide, as a stream of blood formed on the ground.

Within the stream, one by one, faces all too familiar to Du Wei emerged.

First was Tom...

Then Father Tony...

Followed by Alex...

After that was Du Wei...

And lastly, a couple seemingly in their thirties...

Upon seeing this scene.

Du Wei reached out, touching the edge of the mask.

He said nothing.

But the chilling cold emanating from him was making even the shadow guarding him tremble.

Pennywise realized that none of its tricks worked on Du Wei.

It didn't harvest any fear.

Consequently, the bloody stream disappeared instantly.

The surroundings plunged into utter darkness.

Pennywise was no different.

It blended into the darkness, replaced by another Evil Spirit Du Wei.

An Evil Spirit Du Wei created to be as strong and similar to the Demon Spirit Pennywise as possible.

This Evil Spirit Du Wei, upon its appearance, stretched out its hands to look, while the rest of the Evil Spirits coldly gathered around it, making it even more frightening.

"Truly laughable," it said in a very sinister tone.

It didn't quite resemble Du Wei, the Evil Spirit; instead, there was a sense of forced imitation, grotesquely distorted and unconvincing.

Then, it twisted its head to look at Du Wei, revealing a hideous smile, "What people fear the most is actually themselves because deep inside your heart, you hide those dark thoughts."

"You pretend to be calm just to avoid recalling the past that scares you."

"And I, I am your past."

With each sentence it spoke, the Evil Spirits seemed to underscore its words, pushing waves of malicious intent to the brink.

Everything was to highlight its terror.

Yet, as Du Wei watched this scene, he let out a cold laugh, "Interesting. You turn yourself into a Demon Me, and you think that's what I'm afraid of?"

"Moreover, you've been wrong from the start. You keep emphasizing a Demon Me because you are, in fact, the one who is most afraid."

Having said this, Du Wei directly removed his mask, revealing a pale face.

On the back of his right hand,

the mask's pattern was clearly visible.

He said in a cold voice, "From now on, I shall let you know what true fear is."

As his voice fell,

Du Wei closed his eyes...

When he opened them again, they had turned pitch-black.

The hundreds of Evil Spirits that had been surrounding the impostor disintegrated into ash the moment he opened his eyes.

Du Wei—no, or rather, Du Wei, the Evil Spirit—casually tossed the mask towards the shadow.

The shadow plunged into the mask, not daring to emerge again.

The counterfeit, transformed from Pennywise, then showed a look of extreme terror, flailing wildly.

Just now, it could maintain the appearance of Du Wei, the Evil Spirit.

But now, it twisted grotesquely, like makeup fading away, exposing its true ugly and ferocious form.

It immediately retreated but found there was no way out behind it.

Grey fog had locked everything tightly in place.

Control shifted from Pennywise directly to Du Wei, the Evil Spirit.

Pennywise seemed to want to struggle.

It merged into the darkness.

But Du Wei, the Evil Spirit, reached out his hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

Boom…

Something in the darkness burst open.

But Du Wei, the Evil Spirit, didn't care in the slightest.

With a casual wave of his hand, a black throne appeared beneath him, and he sat down with elegant poise.

Once in the world of the Mirror Evil Spirit,

Evil Spirit Du Wei had been seated on a throne, a sight most shocking.

And now, it seemed he had returned to that moment.

It was Pennywise's nightmare-like past,

being crushed and kneaded at will.

"How laughable..."

Evil Spirit Du Wei leaned back on the throne, left hand on the armrest propping up his chin, right hand raised, with a broken fuse appearing in it.

Immediately after,

the fuse began to grow wildly, stretching into the darkness.

With a pull, the de-masked Pennywise was violently dragged out.

The fuse had pierced straight into its head.

It fell powerlessly to the ground, wailing and struggling.

Evil Spirit Du Wei looked at it with an exceedingly chilling tone, "You dare betray me, even creating a counterfeit of me..."

"You like to use a fuse to tie around my neck, wanting to become my past? Performing that crude psychological manipulation in front of me?"

"You think you can act this way because you believe I'm dead, right?"

"Who gave you the courage? How dare you entertain such a thought?"

Even at this time,

Evil Spirit Du Wei still maintained his elegant demeanor, truly like the King of Evil Spirits.

The so-called His Excellency the Duke.

And now, Pennywise had completely collapsed in terror; it was a Demon Spirit, yet it could do nothing with Du Wei.

Not to mention, Du Wei, the Evil Spirit who had already died, appeared before it again.

This innate fear made Pennywise struggle desperately.

But the more it struggled, the deeper the fuse embedded in its head rooted itself.

Evil Spirit Du Wei snapped his fingers, and the fuse pulled Pennywise right to his feet.

Then, he stepped on Pennywise's head with one foot.

"Come, let me show you what true terror is."