Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

A person spoke, but with two distinctly different tones.

Du Wei was cold and calm.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei was indifferent and unfeeling.

During the fusion before, the boundaries between them were very vague.

Now, they have become more and more distinct.

"The Solomon Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods are trying to send power to the past."

"They want to change the past and likewise break this cycle."

"But they are not the only ones who can do that."

"I can do it too."

After those words fell.

Du Wei stood up from his lying position on the stone.

His gaze was determined, calm and rational.

Behind him.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei, wearing a mask, walked backward into the darkness.

Its pace was not fast.

But with every step it took, its figure became more faint and blurred.

Meanwhile, on the back of Du Wei's right hand, the design of a clock's hand was crazily turning counterclockwise.

Eventually.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei and the mask disappeared together.

…

At home in New York.

The Antique Clock seemed to sense something, its hands also turning madly counterclockwise, but they were trembling too fast.

A pale hand reached out.

It realized what was happening and tried to stop the hands from moving, to stop what was about to occur.

But it was of no use.

Previously, it had forcibly controlled Rahmer's Bell, but now that very existence could no longer be influenced by Rahmer's Bell.

"Sigh..."

…

The Evil Spirit Du Wei had gone.

It had gone to the past, to confront the Solomon Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods on another timeline.

But not at their peak.

It might not be able to reach the very beginning of everything.

However, given enough time, the design of the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods would eventually fill up the mask.

Elsewhere.

The ruins of Massas City.

Du Wei was walking alone, neither fast nor slow.

He was contemplating in his mind.

"Now both plans are in progress, the Evil Spirit version of me is starting to affect the present from the past. The cycle is because I am entangled with the Solomon Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods to a point of irreconcilable death."

"Either I die or they do."

"And now, the first thing I need to do is awaken Alex, then enter Hell's Gate."

"Once I enter Hell's Gate, I will go to a fragment of the past, a phantasmal world, because when the false becomes true, the past will change."

"The Solomon Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods plan against me, attempting to send power to the past."

"Then I can also send power to another me."

No one could help Du Wei.

Because this level of confrontation had long since been beyond what ordinary people could touch.

Speaking of it was pointless.

He could only go and do it silently alone.

And then, walk towards that desperate conclusion.

The two plans complemented each other, but the outcomes were filled with compromise born of helplessness and despair.

At that moment.

Far away, suddenly beams of light swayed.

There were two of them.

"Mr. Du Wei… Mr. Du Wei…"

"Brother, where are you, answer me!!!"

It was Father Tony and Tom's voices.

From far away.

Following the direction of the beams of light, Du Wei saw two silhouettes wandering through the ruins of Massas City with flashlights in hand.

Really...

He rubbed his throbbing forehead and a strange fluctuation flashed through his calm eyes before being hidden away.

Then.

He took out his phone from his pocket and saw that there were many missed calls, after which he dialed Tom's number.

In the darkness, a ringtone sounded.

Then the call connected.

Tom yelled excitedly from the other end of the phone, "Fuck! Fuck! Where the hell are you, I thought you died underground, tell me where you are right now, fuck!"

With composure, Du Wei said, "I'm not far from you guys, on your left. Didn't I tell you to get as far away as possible? Why did you come back?"

Tom said angrily, "Fuck! How could Father Tony and I possibly leave? Massas City is in ruins, who knows what sort of dangerous things happened here?"

"If we left, you'd die here alone, and there wouldn't even be anyone to collect your body."

He had barely finished speaking when the phone was snatched away.

Father Tony, just as stirred up, said, "It's good that you're still alive... We're... on the left side, right? Tom and I are coming over now, don't go anywhere else, just stay right there and wait for us."

"Mhm," Du Wei acknowledged.

Then he walked towards the two.

In the blink of an eye, the beam of the flashlight shining their way became brighter and brighter.

Tom and Father Tony, covered in dust and looking utterly disheveled, appeared in Du Wei's sight.

Coincidentally.

Just then, dawn arrived.

The sun peeked out from the horizon, and the orange glow gradually spread across the sky.

…

July 11th.

6 o'clock in the morning.

A sedan was driving on the highway towards New York.

Tom was driving, and Father Tony sat in the passenger seat.

Both of their expressions were very somber.

What they had encountered in the past three days was nothing short of extraordinary.

On July 8th, their good friend Du Wei announced that he was leaving the church, then on the night of July 9th, the defiance ended, and he was back in agreement with the church.

Then, on July 10th, the incident in Massas City happened.

Now, it was July 11th.

While driving, Tom said, "I think I could write a book after I retire, call it 'The Exorcist's Fucked Up Life.' Every day he's dealing with these damn ghosts, scarier than a 996 schedule, doesn't he ever get a break?"

Turning his head to check on Du Wei, who was fast asleep in the back seat, Father Tony said in a displeased tone, "Keep your voice down, he just fell asleep."

Trying to stifle his laughter, he added, "Compared to Mr. Du Wei's life, I think your autobiography might be more of a best-seller. When you retire, you could write a book called 'My Years in the Red Light District.'"

Tom waved his hand and sighed, "Ever since I met him, I've never seen him lead a normal life. Sometimes I feel like we live on different planes."

"I feel like he's far away from us," he added.

Father Tony agreed, "I feel the same way, but everyone has their own thoughts. You know, he can be very stubborn..."

Tom took over, "That's for sure, stubborn."

"I don't see it that way," came a voice from the back seat.

Tom and Father Tony both turned their heads immediately and saw Du Wei sitting up with a hand for support, brows furrowed.

"Brother, you're awake?"

"Mr. Du Wei, are you feeling better?"

Looking at them, Du Wei spoke calmly, "Don't worry about me, and Tom, you should be looking at the road, not me."

"Ah... right, right..."

Tom quickly turned his head back to driving, while Father Tony showed a look of concern.

"What exactly happened, Mr. Du Wei?"

With a frown, Du Wei said, "It's a complicated story, I'll explain it to the church later. Where are we headed now?"

Father Tony replied, "After you passed out, Tom and I decided to take you back to a New York hospital so you could get some proper rest."

Narrowing his eyes, Du Wei said, "Back to New York, eh... I need to make a trip there too, but the hospital won't be necessary, just take me to my place."