Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Underground.

After Du Wei finished speaking,

a shadow moved forward and overlapped with him.

The Joker Card activated.

[From now on, the shadow will have the ability to use Pennywise's powers. It will seal all the Evil Spirits within the black mist into the door as the end.]

The Joker Card trembled incessantly.

But its aim wasn't directly at the Evil Spirits in the black mist; the wish was not a challenging one to fulfill.

The next second,

the shadow stepped out from overlapping with Du Wei,

and then, it merged into the darkness.

The black mist continued to spread towards Du Wei, but the shadow with a red balloon floating above its head and a dagger in hand appeared within the mist.

At its peak, it could arm-wrestle with the Evil Spirit within the Joker Card.

But later, it was almost turned into a wreck by the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Besides, as Du Wei hadn't made enemies with the cult recently, the shadow's strength had been recovering very slowly.

But now it was different.

With Pennywise as the source of power, the shadow's strength soared significantly.

The Envelope watched the shadow slaughtering Evil Spirits in the mist like slaughtering chickens, and felt so jealous it was going insane.

[Pennywise is the power bank for the Master of the Evil Spirit. How come the shadow, a mere petty figure, has the honor and capacity to use the Master's belongings?]

With an expressionless face, Du Wei watched the mist.

He turned his head and asked the Envelope, "Did you just see another me?"

[Yes, Master, the Envelope was just led here by a counterfeit. Otherwise, I would have already been reporting back to you above.]

With a thoughtful nod, Du Wei said, "It seems to have emerged prematurely because I came down here."

Ten minutes earlier,

as Du Wei waited above for the Envelope to return,

the pattern of the right hand's pointer started to change uncontrollably, the pointer spinning.

Under the state of Spirit Vision, the vision of death appeared once more.

...

That vision was oppressive.

Du Wei saw everything the Envelope went through below, and also saw his own inaction leading to the Envelope's death.

The version of himself in the vision seemed to want to leave, but then he heard a strangely alluring and eerie voice.

The voice was omnipresent, causing him extreme pain.

Eventually, the ground within a radius of the landmark collapsed completely.

He was forcibly dragged into it by the eerie voice and fell.

Down below, at a giant altar, there were many coffins arranged.

The eerie voice seemed to be chanting something.

In the most central location was a stone coffin, which was open. Behind it, a statue stood erect, about five meters tall.

It wore a long robe and had a mask on its face,

and in the other hand, it held another mask.

In the middle of the statue, there was a golden scale.

Then, the situation in the vision of death turned very strange.

Du Wei saw another him emerge from the darkness, the scale tipped, numerous Evil Spirits became counterweights, and he died under the power of the scale.

The other him then took all the items from his body and disappeared.

...

At this time,

the shadow had also locked those Evil Spirits into the door within itself.

The black mist was also absorbed.

As a creaking sound of the door closing arose,

the surroundings became much quieter.

The wish ended.

The shadow's presence began to weaken, it walked up to Du Wei and directly overlapped with him.

From start to finish, it didn't glance at the Envelope even once.

It seemed to be disdainful.

"Let's go, I want to see what that scale is all about,"

said Du Wei as he began to walk determinedly forward.

The Envelope followed closely behind.

[Master, aren't you going to do anything about that impostor?]

Du Wei replied indifferently, "Why bother with it? It's bound to show up eventually. There's no need now."]

Speaking seriously...

Du Wei didn't care much about so-called counterfeit goods.

What he was more concerned about now was.

Rahmer's Bell, that is, whether it existed in the same type as the Antique Clock and that scale.

It was already known that the Antique Clock had once been used to imprison a curse.

But it was also Rahmer's Bell.

The curse represented by the nun was another concept of the Demon God Valak.

Clearly, these two were in opposition.

And, the Antique Clock was the only one that had imprisoned an arm.

The scale, according to information deduced, was also a product from hell.

But in reality, there was no hell in this world.

There was only Hell's Gate.

Behind the gate lay the concept of Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

Du Wei had 90% confidence, convinced that the scale was definitely related to the Demon Gods.

"I hope my thoughts are true. If there really is a conflict between the Demon Gods, then perhaps I can use the methods I employed at the earliest times to deal with the Evil Spirit to counter them," he said.

Having said that.

Du Wei added another sentence in his heart: "But I am fed up with this feeling of being watched by the Demon Gods; I don't want to struggle for survival anymore. Either I wipe them all out, or they wipe me out!"

Whether it was Du Wei or the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

They had both said the same thing—I hate this world.

The reason for the hatred.

Was because this world was just too terrible, plagued by annoying Evil Spirits, uncontrollable fate, and even the hundred percent certainty of turning into an Evil Spirit after death.

Of course...

Du Wei was well aware that if he died, the chances of him turning into an Evil Spirit were not very high.

It was more likely that he would directly become a Puppet of Rahmer's Bell.

Even in death, he'd have to fulfill its will and accomplish its purpose.

He was tired of it...

...

Within the tunnel.

Du Wei stepped in.

Wearing a mask, he emotionlessly observed the reliefs and the man with a mask above his head.

The two were strikingly similar.

The difference was that the other was the Mask Maker, a terrifying existence that had been there since the establishment of the Vanity Sect.

The his mystery and strength had already surpassed Du Wei's understanding.

That man was far stronger than Matthew, not just by a single grade.

Du Wei remained silent.

Without a word, he continued to move forward.

The Envelope floating nearby also seemed to realize that its master was feeling very oppressive and didn't dare to act out anymore.

Relief after relief.

Door after door of Hell's Gate.

Du Wei looked them each over, finally reaching the end and seeing a Hell's Gate he was extremely familiar with.

Thick chains were wrapped around the door.

Many faces on the door seemed to have grown there, twisted in expressions of grimaces and wails.

Even if they were reliefs, they could recall the terrifying imagery.

Du Wei inexplicably smiled: "This is really too interesting..."

The emphasis in this voice was almost exactly like the Evil Spirit Du Wei's.

Elegance mixed with a sense of cold-bloodness.

Then.

He emerged from the tunnel.

What appeared before him was a tremendous altar.

And around the altar, six coffins were placed, with a large stone coffin on top of the altar, the very one the Mask Maker had put Carlos's body into.

Looking further back, there was a huge statue of the Mask Maker.

In the middle of the statue, a scale made of gold hung above.

Just at that moment.

Behind Du Wei, a pale face suddenly appeared—it was another him.

And upon appearing, it grasped a sharp Dagger, stabbing towards Du Wei.

This scene was too eerie.

The Envelope, which should have warned Du Wei, couldn't see anything at all.