Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Memory reading stopped there.

The Envelope, out of fear, immediately withdrew from that scene.

It was completely panicked.

"Master, what is going on?"

"You said you were the master of the Vanity Sect, and Envelope thought you had done something to them, but you never told Envelope that you really are their master!"

"You became the master of the Vanity Sect during the Victorian Era, this is truly terrifying, why is this happening?"

"And there's also Brother Shadow, and me, Envelope..."

"Why do we exist in this era?"

The Envelope was very afraid; all its memories were clear, once just an ordinary Evil Spirit, imprisoned in an envelope, then brought into existence by Matthew using that pen.

The reason it developed consciousness was also due to Hannibal coming into contact with Ryan, something happened that it didn't fully understand.

But now.

Envelope saw that two hundred years ago, before it was born, the members of the Vanity Sect already had memories of it.

"Could it be that I, Envelope, am the reincarnation of some important figure?"

Of course, that was not possible.

The Envelope in the memories that it read from the members of the Vanity Sect also existed in form of an envelope.

"No, I, Envelope, must know the truth, I have to find out why there was an Envelope two hundred years ago, why Brother Shadow existed."

"The Brother Shadow I saw in the memories is obviously much more terrifying than now."

"But why am I still so weak in the memories?"

"That shouldn't be the case, I, Envelope, am clearly the Master's top lapdog, logically the Master should value me more, the Master can't just ignore my feelings."

"Could it be that within the Master's Legion of Evil Spirits, Brother Shadow represents strength, and I, Envelope, represent wisdom?"

Envelope had a sudden epiphany.

"As expected, I understand the Master the best."

Then, as the most loyal lapdog to Du Wei and Evil Spirit Du Wei, Envelope began memory reading once again.

It read the memories of the members of the Vanity Sect from a God's perspective.

Everything that existed in the memories, including conversations, tones, and memories themselves, was crystal clear to it.

...

The man sitting on the large, black throne always looked down on the members of the Vanity Sect from high above.

Everyone thought it was as it should be.

Their attitudes were humble.

Their thoughts reverent.

They maintained a kneeling posture.

After a long time.

Someone finally spoke up, "Master, we have found traces of the Stele you asked us to search for."

"One piece is with the Wittebach family, and the remaining three are in Paris, the Public Sea, and the Voodoo Cult."

"Do you require us to retrieve them for you?"

The man on the throne slowly raised his head.

You could see that he was wearing a mask on his face as well, only a pair of ice-cold, merciless eyes was visible.

At this moment, however, those eyes carried a trace of complexity.

"The Wittebach family..."

"I haven't heard that name in a long time."

The man seemed to have lived through long years, and even though his tone was unnaturally flat, it inadvertently revealed a sense of having weathered the vicissitudes of time.

"There's no need to worry about the Stele from the Wittebach family. Just bring back the other three pieces."

"At your command, my Master."

Upon hearing these words, among the thirteen members of the Vanity Sect kneeling on the ground, the one who spoke vanished into the darkness in an instant.

Afterward.

The man rose from the throne, and in the darkness behind him, eyes full of bloodshot veins suddenly widened as the temperature around him plummeted, eerily cold.

"I have waited for a long time, and now it is time to begin executing the plan."

"Alfaria, are any of my past identities still usable?"

Upon hearing this.

Alfaria said, bowing his head, "They have mostly been forgotten. In fact, if it weren't for you waking up this time, I suspect I would soon forget you as well."

"After all, your current situation is indeed quite terrible."

The man lifted his head, his gaze seemingly focused on something unknown.

His voice remained cool and detached, "Then call me Duke, although I do not like this title."

Alfaria said, "Master, are you going to leave Lake Island?"

The man said indifferently, "I will not be gone for long, at most ten years. By the time I return, the five Demon Gods in the water veins should be nearly formed, and by then, all hidden dangers will disappear."

"Begin the plan."

"When I return, all five Demon Gods must die."

After these words, the man's image began to distort.

It was as if memory was being affected, and some information that shouldn't be there was being expelled.

The darkness transformed into a vortex.

Only a pair of bloodshot eyes and a yellowed envelope were sucked into the vortex.

Finally, when the vortex disappeared.

The surrounding darkness was also extracted.

Alfaria and the others watched the tall black throne for quite a while before daring to stand up and leave.

…

This memory retrieval ends here.

The envelope trembled incessantly.

[Master, perhaps you should not have entrusted such important matters to an envelope; it's simply torture for it, as the envelope cannot grasp what is going on.]

[Could this be a cycle, with the envelope and Brother Shadow accompanying you in an endless loop?]

[But you, as Evil Spirit Du Wei, have always denied the past.]

[If the past you really were you, then Alfaria of the Vanity Sect should know the secret of your identity as the Duke, yet his attitude towards you was not as subservient as in the memory.]

[This person will definitely be a problem in the future; he knows everything but refuses to speak out, even letting everything unfold.]

[He probably doesn't believe you are the Duke, and his attitude towards you when you joined the Vanity Sect was very subtle.]

[This person may have betrayed you…]

The envelope's intelligence only allowed it to understand this much.

But there was much more it could not comprehend.

Why there were it and Brother Shadow in the past.

Why, with the wisdom of Evil Spirit Du Wei, would he not realize something was wrong with Alfaria from the beginning, yet he completely disregarded it.

The envelope felt that, with the temperament of Evil Spirit Du Wei, he should have simply snapped his fingers and turned Alfaria into a mist of blood.

[And those five Demon Gods…]

[The previous master imprisoned the five Demon Gods in the water veins.]

[Why did he hate those five Demon Gods so much, and if the title of Duke was merely an identity, why did the master use it to go to London City?]

…

In the deepest part of Lake Island.

Evil Spirit Du Wei sensed the coffin tightly bound by countless locks, the surrounding chill intensifying with his gaze.

"The power that confines this coffin is my own."

"Yet inside the coffin lies a presence I am familiar with."

"Rahmer, Valak... and three other unknown Demon Gods."

"They are about to take shape."