Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

"My lord, we have a pretty good understanding of your girlfriend's situation. If you need help, please don't hesitate to ask."

"The best help you can give me is to ensure nothing goes wrong with the church."

In the underground chamber of the church.

Kane and Du Wei walked side by side.

His complexion looked somewhat worried.

Meanwhile, Du Wei appeared indifferent, as if he didn't care about Alex at all.

He said, "Kane, your condition isn't very good. The risk of Evil Spirit Transformation has intensified in you, and for the time being, you'd better avoid entering that state as much as you can."

Although much of Du Wei's strength came from various items and the enhancement of shadows, his insight was genuine.

Upon hearing this.

Kane was initially startled, then dismissively waved his hand, "I'm a hunter, and a hunter should be like this."

Actually, Kane's condition hadn't been this poor before.

He seldom resorted to the Evil Spirit Transformation.

However, after Alvin Dowqui died, he had no choice but to step forward and deal with all sorts of messy issues.

Therefore, the risk of the Evil Spirit Transformation had become much more severe.

Now, he was nearly at death's door, much like Alvin Dowqui had been at the beginning, merely hanging on by sheer willpower.

Seeing that Kane didn't seem too concerned,

Du Wei didn't insist further.

But Kane showed a complex smile.

He was already seventy—quite old for a hunter—and had survived longer than most.

After his only friend Alvin Dowqui passed away,

it was a blow to him. That's how it is with the elderly; the friends who accompany them through the longest stretches of their lives might not have been seen for many years and might not have shown much emotion.

But once accustomed, it becomes habit.

Nothing else matters.

...

They reached the room of Lord Ferren.

The door automatically opened.

After Du Wei and Kane entered, they passed through the darkness, and their figures completely vanished.

The Blood of Jesus was located at the very bottom of the church.

Or rather, it was established atop something eerie, existing outside of reality.

Unapproachable by ordinary people.

After descending the long staircase, the two saw a massive altar and the several-meter high bookshelves that surrounded it.

At the altar,

Two aged hunters opened their eyes, their vacant gaze lingering on the past.

Once they recognized Du Wei and Kane, they closed their eyes again.

Their humanity had almost completely faded away.

As a result, they displayed little emotion and would never leave the altar for the rest of their lives, destined to die here.

Undoubtedly, it was quite absurd.

Above the altar,

The Blood of Jesus in the pool was very calm.

The last time Du Wei came, the entire pool had undergone a disturbance, the Blood of Jesus had boiled over, attacking everyone.

But this time, nothing happened at all.

Du Wei approached the altar.

Kane, silent, followed him and sat down on the ground.

Guarding the Blood of Jesus was their duty.

Gathering more items like it had been a goal of the church for two hundred years.

"Abnormal."

Du Wei looked at the pool and made a silent judgment.

Logically, the Blood of Jesus should have shown some anomaly upon his arrival, just like the last time.

That was his main purpose for coming here.

But now, there was nothing.

He couldn't deny feeling a bit disappointed.

"Is your consciousness here?"

Du Wei also took a seat next to the pool, just a short shift away from falling into it.

His gaze was distant.

But the pool gave him no response.

Inevitably,

Du Wei's sense of disappointment deepened.

He knew his life was shrouded in many mysteries, and that Alex's life was the same.

But everything was like a fog.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the final answer clearly.

At that moment, Du Wei suddenly remembered something.

His expression suddenly darkened.

His right hand stretched out and then retracted.

Turning his head, he said to the others, "Everyone, I would like to be alone for a while."

Upon hearing this,

Kane and the other three hunters opened their eyes, thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright."

Then they stood up and walked down from the altar.

For a time, only Du Wei remained on the entire altar.

It seemed cold and desolate.

"The last time I came here, it was actually not the same as now."

"Back then, I knew nothing, Alex was fine, and Evil Spirit Du Wei hadn't gone offline."

"I hadn't entered Hell's Gate either."

As Du Wei spoke, he took out that mask.

At this moment, the entire mask was no longer quite the same as before; patterns resembling the ocean had become clearer at the position of the eyes, but they occasionally twisted slightly.

Now, this mask had no connection with the shadows whatsoever.

Inside was a terrifying Demon God and an even more powerful Evil Spirit Du Wei.

The reason he took this thing out

was to see if the Blood of Jesus would react.

After all, the person Minette had loved was him who had become Evil Spirit Du Wei.

However, the Blood of Jesus remained steady.

Du Wei frowned: "It seems not."

On his right hand, the pattern of a pointer slowly emerged.

He was entering the Evil Spirit Transformation.

But if he wanted to reverse time like Evil Spirit Du Wei, that was absolutely impossible. The Victorian Era was just a fragment, and he was in the present.

To reverse time, the amount of power required was more than anyone could bear.

At the same time,

his shadow also began to twist.

And at the outline of his head, the shadow opened its eyes filled with blood vessels.

The shadow came online again.

It clasped the dagger in both hands, just like before, loyally standing behind Du Wei, truly becoming his shadow.

The envelope also flew out from his pocket.

"Minette, can you hear me?"

"This is Du Wei."

"I've come back, I've come to see you."

"Look, the shadow and the envelope are here, and I'm here too, don't you want to say something to me?"

Du Wei adopted a gentle tone as he earnestly called out to Minette across the pool of blood.

But nothing happened.

The voice he'd heard last time was like an illusion.

"It seems to be in vain."

"Yet, I clearly heard Minette's voice last time; her consciousness should be here."

Du Wei could only shake his head and stand up, putting the mask inside his clothes.

The envelope circled around him, with the shadow following closely behind.

And at that moment,

a sharp buzzing sound suddenly resounded in Du Wei's ears.

There was also a slight sting in his heart.

His blood flowed faster.

He could hear the intense pounding of his heart.

The power of Future Sight was activated uncontrollably.

Before Du Wei's eyes, an eerie scene immediately appeared.

It wasn't a vision of his death.

Instead, it was Minette's...

He saw her by a lake, Minette's head emerging from the bottom of the lake holding a diamond-shaped coffin, her stance was awkward and her expression supremely sad.

Minette strenuously pushed open the lid of the coffin.

Inside lay the corpse of Du Wei wearing a mask, which vanished in the blink of an eye as if it were just an illusory phantom.

Also, he heard Minette's voice.

"Why... why have I failed, is it because you've become a conceptual Demon God? So, they don't want to give you back to me."

"If that's the case, I too must try the Armored Divinity Ascension, only by doing so can I bring you back."

"But I've already lost the ability of Future Sight, and even if I had it, I'm not as strong as you, you've failed, how can I succeed with my efforts?"

"Just wait for me a little longer, I will be able to do it, I, Minette, swear to you here, I will bring you back."

"Even if I lose everything, I cannot bear to lose you."