Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

In this era that appears to be just behind the last opening of Hell's Gate, in the Victorian Era.

What was seen, heard, and known all seemed both real and illusory.

Because that could be a replay of fragments from the past.

It could also be the actual past.

No one could provide an accurate answer.

For people like Minette, they could never understand if the present self truly existed in the now, rather than in the past.

The unpredictability of time is just so.

In Minette's timeline, a month had passed since the events in London City.

She had lost her ability of Future Sight.

She had also lost her beloved—His Excellency the Duke, Du Wei.

The man chose Armored Divinity Ascension, but what happened next was something these "mortals" could not comprehend.

Yes, in front of that man, the so-called hunters, the beings crowned with the title His Excellency, could only be considered mortals.

His enemies, his adversaries, had always been the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon.

In a certain sense.

Perhaps Minette should feel sorrow.

But she could not accept such an outcome.

Therefore, after coldly rejecting Gascogne and the others, she spurred her horse toward Lake Island.

As the view drew closer.

Minette saw a vast lake and the scenes of Lake Island.

Currently, she found herself in a forest.

The hooves of her horse trod on the grass-covered earth, kicking up misty dust.

The sun was setting in the West.

Everything was shrouded in a hazy beauty.

"I will bring you back, I swear."

"Even if it takes everything, I'm willing."

Minette gripped her longsword tightly, her azure eyes brimming with determination and tenacity.

Unwilling to acknowledge Du Wei's death, she thus never used the word "resurrection" in her speech.

...

The group of hunters behind were negotiating.

"Lord Minette is a bit too idealistic. He already died in London City, even his body dissipated into nothingness. I really don't understand the significance of her actions," one of them said.

"People like us shouldn't get entangled in so-called love."

"Everyone dies, why can't she let go?"

Without Minette there, the hunters behaved much less restrained.

Although Minette had been the most powerful among them, now that she had abandoned her Future Sight ability, and with the man who had disappeared, her strength had naturally declined significantly.

Therefore, their attitudes were undergoing a subtle shift.

Even among hunters, there exists a set of unspoken rules of conduct.

Gascogne, hearing this, said with a dark look in his eyes, "She's not the same kind of person as us. I've heard that she and that man had made a promise."

"I find it laughable, that a youthful infatuation could make her hold on for so long," another chimed in.

Coolly, Corrine Dowqui added, "Lord Minette is willing to give up everything, but she refuses to give up on His Excellency the Duke."

"Lord Gascogne, I can't agree with your perspective."

"Because I think she hasn't done anything wrong."

Gascogne sneered, "Yes... She only did one thing wrong, and that was to fall in love with a man who didn't love her at all."

As he said this, he couldn't help but add internally, "That man isn't worthy of her. I am the one who loves her most. Why is it that even though that man is dead, she doesn't give me any chance?"

Love often leads people to cast themselves into danger, making heads spin with emotion.

But jealousy only captures the latter part.

It was then.

Suddenly...

Gascogne frowned, turning his head quickly to peer into the depths of the forest behind.

He narrowed his eyes, then slowly opened them again.

"There's danger."

As a Top Hunter, Gascogne's alertness was strong.

Perhaps his strength wasn't as great as his future self, but his vigilance remained sharp.

The others also noticed the anomaly.

Compared with the other hunters, Corrine Dowqui was only of an intermediate level. He realized that something was amiss a beat slower than the rest.

Sigh...

A wind was blowing, carrying with it a bone-chilling coldness.

Everyone had entered into Evil Spirit Transformation.

Then, through Spirit Vision, they saw a white fog steadily enveloping the area.

In the mist, figures in long robes could be dimly seen slowly approaching.

It wasn't until the person at the forefront revealed themselves,

that everyone realized the newcomers were all wearing the telltale Primitive Masks.

"Friends of the Vanity Sect," Gascogne said with an icy tone, "is this your idea of a welcome ceremony?"

This was completely different from what he had expected.

Although the practices of the Vanity Sect were known to be bizarre,

nobody had mentioned a violent greeting.

The members of the Vanity Sect remained silent.

In an instant, the fog spread, enveloping everyone in its reach.

Shadows mingled, and the scent of blood wafted through the air.

...

Elsewhere,

things weren't going well for Minette either.

Seated on her pony, she stopped, holding the reins in one hand and resting another on her long sword.

Ahead,

a man with a peculiar stone mask and long robes stood in her way.

In his hands, he held a dagger seemingly made of crystal, its worn edges bore the marks of time, and it possessed an inexplicable demonic allure that made it hard to look away.

Minette's gaze was icy cold.

She was ready to draw her sword at any moment.

"Why do you block my path, Alfaria? I've come to the Vanity Sect to trade, bearing no malice," she said.

Alfaria, standing on the ground, spoke softly, "I bear you no ill will either, but for certain reasons, you and your friends must die here today."

Shing...

The sound of the sword being drawn was incredibly jarring.

Alfaria vanished in a blink, reappearing ten meters away.

At the original spot...

Minette's sword was planted in the ground.

The hilt was gripped by a slender, pale Right Hand.

When drawn again, the blade pointed towards Alfaria.

Minette asked coldly, "What's the reason?"

Alfaria, with sinister eyes, shook his head and replied, "It's a reality you cannot accept. Dying with doubts is preferable to the truth."

...

Elsewhere,

on Lake Island,

the Envelope was reading the memories of members of the Vanity Sect.

The more these people fought and used their Evil Spirit Transformation ability, the deeper the influence of the Evil Spirit Du Wei became.

Now, the Envelope could read the memories of most people.

It was eager with anticipation.

But then, upon accessing the memory of someone, the Envelope was overwhelmed with fear.

It saw,

inside the square-shaped building on Lake Island,

the topmost layer completely different from any future arrangement, the interior primarily black with carpets, decorated animal skulls, and many unexplainable oddities.

There were even objects that resembled Rahmer's Bell in every detail.

All members of the Vanity Sect knelt on the ground.

In front of them stood a massive black throne.

A man sat on it, hand propping his chin, his eyes coldly surveying everyone below.

Yet the angle made the man's face indiscernible.

But in the shadows behind the man lurked a pair of horrifying, bloodshot eyes.

Accompanying this was a yellowing envelope, flipping and floating in the air.