Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

"Praise you..."

"All fear originates from you."

"The night is your eyes, the stars are your will."

"All malice is your punishment upon mortals."

"Now that you have descended to the human world, we have seen your true form."

"We have also heard a name."

"Du Wei..."

The Armored Divinity Ascension ended here.

When those yearning, solemn voices ceased.

The aura of the Evil Spirit Du Wei reached a peak.

It was visible to the naked eye,

but its existence could not be recognized.

Memories became confused.

Space twisted.

Atop his throne sat the Evil Spirit Du Wei, with a pair of pitch-black eyes, indifferently observing everything below.

Throughout London City.

Millions of people, sleeping in fear of it, were suddenly awakened.

Fine black threads extended from each person, merging into the shadows, into the darkness.

In the end,

they all converged towards the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Below, Minette stared unblinkingly in disbelief at the being seated upon the throne.

Blood trickled from the corners of her eyes.

In her heart, fear involuntarily took root.

"Is this how it ends?"

Minette collapsed to the ground in despair.

She could not accept it.

Yet, above the altar,

the Evil Spirit Du Wei spoke in an inexplicable tone, "Come out, let me see how terrifying the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon truly are."

With that, its gaze shifted towards some unknown direction.

In an instant,

the Evil Spirit Du Wei beheld that which could not be put into words.

Like a symbol, a pattern,

yet also like something devoid of all color, chaotic and indistinct.

It seemed to be facing its opponent.

The moment it saw it,

its body underwent a strange transformation.

Warped patterns and symbols crawled out of its eyes like living creatures, spreading across its body.

In the blink of an eye,

its entire form became so grotesque that a mere glance could induce madness.

An invisible battle had already commenced.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei looked at the back of his right hand.

The pattern of the mask was being covered over.

"Just a bit more," he said.

He clenched his fist, and the entire altar was covered in fissures, then compressed by immense pressure into countless fragments.

But it was not over.

Those fragments, amidst the unseen battle, were violently shaken into dust.

The air was filled with dust.

Thunder roared, and the torrential rain unleashed its fury.

The figure of the Evil Spirit Du Wei was obscured.

All was invisible.

But to the only onlooker,

Minette saw the figure within the dust rapidly expand, its limbs and body distorting and swelling to various degrees.

This was not a good sign.

"You are losing control..."

She said bitterly, "Come back, please... I don't want you to die."

But just then,

an envelope carrying a dice flew up from the darkness.

And suddenly, shadows emerged, two daggers thrust into the transforming body.

It seemed strangely familiar...

Throughout London, over two hundred Evil Spirits, mingled with Evil Spirits, launched an attack simultaneously.

Minette watched this unfold.

She was shocked: "Those Evil Spirits are attacking him?"

"But how could this possibly succeed? He has completely lost control and is being assimilated by the Demon God."

"When that happens, the Demon God will use his body as an anchor, successfully defining all that it is."

Indeed, that was the case.

But for some unknown reason.

Minette now felt an unknown fear deep inside, and she thought she could hear a faint clicking sound in her ears.

It seemed as though a second hand was ticking.

The struggle beyond mortal comprehension continued.

After those evil spirits rushed forward.

Despite being mere ants, they achieved inconceivable results.

Two daggers plunged into that mutated body.

Then, with a gentle upward stroke from the heart, the head was sliced off.

Dice tumbled.

A six was successfully rolled.

More evil spirits were attacking as well.

The body was completely shredded into pieces, falling to the ground.

Accompanied by the scattering of flesh on the ground.

The torrential rain in London City came to a halt.

To be exact, it wasn't that the rain had stopped, but the raindrops were suspended mid-air.

Time had paused.

Yet apart from that, all other beings could continue to move, unaffected by this phenomenon.

Minette, despite her fear, forced herself to rush towards the altar below.

Although she didn't know what had happened.

If Du Wei had truly died.

She must retrieve his body, not allowing evil spirits to defile it.

Now that was her only plea.

Yes, a plea...

But when Minette reached the front, what she saw was the body, torn into pieces, twisting and converging back together on the ground.

The blood did the same.

This scene was extremely gory.

Yet when the pieces of flesh squirmed into a humanoid form.

A hand covered in eerie symbols supported itself off the ground.

"Du Wei" lifted his head, the black symbols on his face twisting and changing.

It sneered, "Now, I am the master of this body, I have everything of his, my name is Du Wei."

This was the opponent of Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Only now, it seemed to have truly won everything.

Endowed with a true name.

Possessing a body, affirmed by all.

This was rebirth.

Immediately afterward, the Demon God turned its gaze to Minette.

An unmistakable murderous intent spread outwards.

However.

Just as it intended to kill Minette, it turned its head to look around.

The evil spirits and Evil Spirits that were present just a moment ago had vanished without a trace.

Only the shadow and the envelope were trembling.

In the darkness.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei, dressed in a black trench coat, slowly walked out.

In his left hand, he carelessly carried a mask.

His right hand stretched out, the pattern of the Golden Scales on the back of his hand flashed momentarily.

The pattern on the mask was impeccable.

It pointed at the being opposite and said, "You just said your name is Du Wei?"

"Come, say it again in front of me."

Evil Spirit Du Wei's steps were neither hurried nor slow.

It carried a casual demeanor, nonchalant yet seemingly contemptuous of everything.

The trembling shadow and the envelope no longer cowered.

The shadow quietly merged into Evil Spirit Du Wei's own.

The latter crooked a finger.

The envelope instantly flew backward into his pocket.

The existence across spoke darkly, "How could you possibly still be alive, when I took your body and gained everything of yours?"

Evil Spirit Du Wei said coldly, "That's why you should fear me."

The other snarled, "Now that I have all of you, I understand what exactly you want to do. Demon Gods do not have physical forms; they are merely conceptual entities."

"Armored Divinity Ascension is just to bind me to this body."

"So you think you can kill me?"

"Those evil spirits just now, you sacrificed them to the Golden Scales, didn't you? That scale can replicate a person completely. What I took was a duplicate."

"But what does it matter?"

"I am stronger than it... and I am stronger than you."

"This body is indeed perfect, I should thank you for giving me intelligence, for giving me everything."

Evil Spirit Du Wei frowned slightly, "How noisy."