Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

The Evil Spirit Du Wei looked at the thirteen members of the Vanity Sect.

It was somewhat taken aback.

Among these people, apart from the leader, Alfaria, as previously mentioned by Brand, aka Corrine Dowqui, the rest were all strangers.

In other words,

The members of the Vanity Sect Du Wei encountered later were all gone, except for Alfaria, replaced by a new wave of blood.

But what puzzled it was that these people actually called it master.

Moreover, they mentioned London City.

Last time, Du Wei, as a duke, went to London City in the Victorian Era and faced the Demon God there, but now according to Alfaria's words, that seemed to be just a plan.

And Du Wei was supposed to return according to the plan, suggesting that the failure of the Armored Divinity Ascension in the past might have been a ruse.

So what did the former duke truly intend to do?

Thinking of this,

The Evil Spirit Du Wei pondered for a moment and coldly said to Alfaria, "The consequences of the Armored Divinity Ascension were more serious than I had anticipated, so there was some delay."

Then it naturally asked, "What stage has the plan reached now?"

The tone carried the indifference and authority of a superior being.

Alfaria, the leader of the thirteen members of the Vanity Sect, said with his head lowered, "We had already completed half of it, but since you were not here, we did not initiate the final phase."

"The Demon God is still sleeping in the water veins of Lake Island, but the commotion you just made was too big, I'm not sure if it was affected."

The Evil Spirit Du Wei nodded and said, "Alfaria, you have done well, but now that I have returned, it is time to initiate the plan."

Alfaria's pupils shrank slightly as he lowered his head, and with some hesitation, he said, "Indeed, we should initiate it, but master… there are people rushing towards Lake Island."

"Moreover, those people have some connection to the Duke identity you used."

The Evil Spirit Du Wei frowned and asked in an utterly cold voice, "Who are they?"

"Lord Minette and others…"

As he said this, Alfaria lifted his head.

He looked at the man in front of him wearing a mask, feeling extremely anxious.

The next second.

The temperature around suddenly dropped.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei looked toward the distant horizon, where the setting sun sunk in the west, stretching the evening clouds far and wide into a boundless expanse, the red glow of sunset shining on its figure, but not a hint of warmth could be felt.

Its gaze was far-reaching.

And in its eyes was a shade of great depth.

Then, the Evil Spirit Du Wei said to Alfaria and the others, "Go get ready, kill her and all the people she brings. I don't want to see her here."

Upon hearing this, Alfaria silently breathed a sigh of relief, and his hand hidden under his voluminous clothing, which was tightly clutching something, relaxed.

"Rest assured, master, no one will disturb you," he said.

After speaking, Alfaria stood up promptly, and the others did likewise. Their attitudes were humble, even mixed with a tinge of fear.

Immediately after,

All of them vanished from sight.

The methods of each person's departure were very strange and transcendent.

They were not much different from the future members of the Vanity Sect, at least someone of Mercer's caliber would definitely not exist here.

After they had left,

The Evil Spirit Du Wei removed its mask.

Its complexion was very pale, but not the frail paleness of being hollow inside; it was a characteristic mark, belonging uniquely to it.

In its eyes were many blurry images, like multiple exposures. If one looked closely, they would discern that there were thirteen in total.

Exactly corresponding to all the members of the Vanity Sect.

"The so-called Duke was merely an identity."

"That is to say, I am not a reincarnation of the Duke, but I didn't expect that I would somehow become involved with the Vanity Sect."

Evil Spirit Du Wei toyed with his own mask.

It was somewhat surprised but also felt it was to be expected.

If... just if.

If the maker of the mask was its past self, then its existence would need to be traced back thousands of years.

According to the information known, coincidentally, the birth of the Mask Maker and the Vanity Sect happened one after the other.

If Evil Spirit Du Wei were the Mask Maker, given its personality, it absolutely would not have allowed the existence of the Vanity Sect.

Therefore, it creating the Vanity Sect is the most probable outcome.

"But why do so?"

"I can find no reason."

Evil Spirit Du Wei found it hard to understand, but it wasn't worried, for the members of the Vanity Sect it had encountered in this damned place had already been influenced by it.

Just like James.

Moreover, James was influenced by Evil Spirit Du Wei when it was still an Evil Spirit, and now, it had already reached the pinnacle.

With a difference in power, the effects of its abilities also differed.

As time passed.

Everyone in the Vanity Sect would unwittingly become puppets of Evil Spirit Du Wei, their memories, all of them would be claimed by it in one-way fashion.

At that moment.

Evil Spirit Du Wei raised an eyebrow and looked down towards Lake Island.

Its gaze pierced through the grass on the surface, through the sand and stones, through the rock layers, through the currents, directly beholding the deepest part of Lake Island.

It was a very large space.

Like a tomb.

Countless chains entwined around a square object, approximately four meters in length, two meters in width.

The chains were wrapped several times over, which might not be its original size.

But as if sensing the gaze of Evil Spirit Du Wei, the thing bound by the chains suddenly shuddered.

Creak...

The chains intertwined and kept tightening, emitting a sound that made one's teeth sore.

Watching this scene, Evil Spirit Du Wei coldly said, "I feel a familiar force, so what exactly is trapped inside? A Demon God?"

The reason it said the force was familiar,

was because it sensed that the power originally came from itself.

More and more information was pointing towards it.

This made Evil Spirit Du Wei feel repulsed.

It said with utter distaste, "I can now wait patiently and play this so-called decryption game, but if I don't get a satisfactory answer, you all will die."

The entity below Lake Island was not the Demon God that lured it here.

In fact, now Evil Spirit Du Wei was starting to doubt whether the previous entity was a Demon God at all.

It felt as though it had stepped into some sort of vortex.

One had to follow the rules of the game to get the final answer.

But this was making it very impatient.

"Envelope."

Evil Spirit Du Wei spoke in a cold voice.

Immediately following, the oil painting floated out of the pocket, the scroll unfolded, and the Envelope peeked out from within.

[Master, is everything over?]

[Wait? Master of the Evil Spirit, why is it you? And where is this? Lake Island? The headquarters of the Vanity Sect, how did we end up back here again?]