Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Upon entering the altar.

Another Du Wei was clutching a dagger and stabbed towards him.

Envelope, however, completely failed to notice this scene under some eerie power.

In the blink of an eye.

The dagger was thrust into Du Wei's back.

But just at that moment.

Two daggers emerged directly from Du Wei's shadow, their blades colliding without making a sound, as if they were stuck together.

A shadow slowly emerged, eyes bloodshot, fiercely staring down the impostor.

At that time.

Du Wei finally turned around and looked at his other self indifferently.

"Just because Envelope can't see you, doesn't mean I can't."

"I'm very curious about what kind of thing you are, why you chose to imitate me. Do you think this will give you some advantage? Intelligence? Composure? Psychological suggestion?"

"I don't see any of these in you."

Having said that, Du Wei stretched out his right hand, the pattern of a watch's hand on the back of his hand was subtly moving.

Then he grabbed the other him by the neck.

Strangely, unmarkable…

This left Du Wei somewhat puzzled, "The only thing I have been unable to mark before is Rahmer's Bell, and I have personally experienced its power. Why are you so weak?"

The other did not respond, instead struggling non-stop, trying to break free from Du Wei.

Envelope then came to its senses.

[Master, what's going on, why didn't Envelope detect that impostor, where did it come from?]

Du Wei spoke indifferently, "You couldn't detect it because we have come to its territory, a Demon God level being is something you can't touch."

Envelope was very puzzled.

[Then why can you see it? And the shadow too?]

Du Wei didn't feel like explaining, but considering Envelope's intelligence had increased a lot, he couldn't just exploit it ruthlessly as before.

He had to give it a taste of sweetness.

Let it have the illusion that its efforts could be rewarded.

Only by doing so could Envelope be better utilized for his own purposes.

Of course... only before he turned it into an idiot.

Thus, Du Wei said, "It's because Rahmer's Bell has been keeping an eye on me for a while now, what I can see now is because it wants me to see it, and since the shadow overlaps with me, it also gains my sight."

Envelope suddenly understood, and it expressed great envy.

[I wish to merge with you too, Master.]

At that moment.

Suddenly, the other him that Du Wei was holding by the neck revealed a strange smile, and the other hand pulled out a Joker Card.

The entire card was black.

Then the other him actually began to speak, "I make a wish..."

The words had just reached this point.

Du Wei's eyes turned cold, and he kicked the opponent in the stomach abruptly, causing a pained grunt to interrupt the other's wish.

He didn't know what this thing was.

It could be a clone of himself or something even more sinister.

After all, the other side had brought out a Wishing Card.

It seemed to be synchronizing with himself ceaselessly.

"You won't get a chance to make a wish."

While saying this, Du Wei's another hand pulled out a Flintlock Gun from his pocket.

He fired a shot at the clone's head.

With a bang.

The other's head was blown apart, blood mixed with murky fluid splattering everywhere.

The body convulsed once on the ground, then lay still without any further movement.

Du Wei, however, did not approach, but cautiously said, "Shadow, you go."

The shadow did not hesitate to take action.

In a blink of an eye.

Two daggers had reduced the duplicate's corpse to pieces.

The scene was extremely gruesome.

Du Wei glanced strangely at the shadow.

Since the beginning, although the shadow had turned into his most loyal subordinate, its obsession to kill him seemed to have never wavered...

The shadow turned its head blankly and glanced at Du Wei.

Inexplicably, it shivered, as if feeling a chill.

Du Wei smiled at it, "You did very well."

The shadow appeared at a loss.

But Du Wei didn't bother with it any further. Instead, he crouched down and poked the black Joker Card that had fallen to the ground with a flintlock gun, as well as another dagger.

The dagger was identical to the one in the shadow's hand, except for its dark color; there was no difference.

The black Joker Card faintly revealed the silhouette of a person.

Watching this scene, Du Wei began to ponder.

"Really my duplicate? Can it even replicate the things I carry?"

He was somewhat incredulous.

So he addressed the envelope, "Go and try, see if you can make a wish. I need to confirm what this thing actually is."

The envelope eagerly pounced on the opportunity.

[I, the envelope, make this wish here: The Golden Scales shall appear in my master's hands immediately.]

But in reality, the black Joker Card gave it no response.

And in the blink of an eye, it turned into a shadow and merged into the darkness.

The corpse that the shadow had chopped into pieces did the same.

Seeing this scene,

Du Wei nodded thoughtfully, "Shadows, scales, I think I understand now."

With that,

he turned his head to look at the giant statue at the very center of the altar, his gaze lingering on the Golden Scales.

At the same time, he took steps toward it.

"How interesting, Rahmer's Bell, Valak, and another unknown Demon God have all set their sights on me, so now you're targeting me as well?"

"In the death scene I saw, another me used the scales to kill me and took away all my belongings, walking out in my place."

"But I have just killed him, so that can no longer happen."

As he said this, Du Wei suddenly stopped.

He shook his head, "No, the duplicate of me will still appear; it intends to replace me."

"So I'm very curious, why do you so-called Demon Gods always fancy my ideas, rather than someone else's?"

"Is it because I'm special in some way?"

He received no answer.

But he knew that the Golden Scales definitely had something to do with Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

These so-called Demon Gods were so terrifying that he had absolutely no ability to resist.

Only a Demon God can combat another Demon God.

For example, the Antique Clock against the Demon Nun.

Now, Du Wei's goal was actually very simple.

What disgusted him the most? The Antique Clock...

Without equal.

He couldn't fight it, nor could he move away from it.

So he had figured out a method, to make the Antique Clock die, he could only bring in other Demon Gods and, if necessary, he would release the Demon Nun from his dreams.

To play a hand of poker.

Of course, there was another way.

That was, for Du Wei to become a Demon God himself, to become an existential concept.

But that idea was truly insane, and the chances of making it happen were nearly zero.

At that moment, Du Wei had reached the top of the altar.

He said indifferently to the Golden Scales, "I don't know if my duplicate was your doing, but now all the sacrifices here are in my hands, it can't turn the tables."

"And you, haven't you targeted me?"

"Come on, I'll give you a chance!"