Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 735 - 713, give the world a little hope

Chapter 735: 713, give the world a little hope

“Master, did the Envelope hear wrong? You want to mobilize all the Evil Spirits in the world just to find those so-called Vedas?”

The Envelope was utterly stunned.

When had its master become so terrifyingly formidable?

Even during the last revival.

Even after assimilating the Demon God, there was no mention of mobilizing all the Evil Spirits in the world.

One must understand.

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All the Evil Spirits in the world combined are not a trivial number.

And those ghostly things do not have self-awareness, like the Envelope, Freddy, and Lock Ghost Puton are all exceptions.

They would not come groveling at the Evil Spirit Du Wei’s command, wagging their tails, and fawning over him.

Otherwise, where would that leave me, the Envelope?

At this very moment.

The Envelope gazed at the Evil Spirit Du Wei before it.

In its heart, it secretly pondered, “Master oh master, when I, the Envelope, boasted that you were the King of Evil Spirits, the great villain destined to destroy the world, it was just to flatter you, even I knew it was excessive pride. You couldn’t really have been brainwashed by my words, aiming to be the King of Evil Spirits, right? Those foolish things won’t listen to you…”

However.

While it thought this way, the Envelope couldn’t help but to start flattering out loud.

“You are truly worthy, Master of the Evil Spirit! In this world, you are now utterly invincible, those Evil Spirits should come crawling and licking your boots. After all, you are the King of Evil Spirits, the ultimate ruler. To be your dogs is the blessing they amassed in their past lives.”

If those Evil Spirits had consciousness.

Knowing what the Envelope was saying, they would probably want to tear the Envelope to pieces.

Falling into Du Wei’s hands, they would have a fate worse than death, only fit to be his workers.

But however one might put it, a bad life is still preferable to a good death.

But if they ended up in the hands of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Then just laugh…

The Evil Spirit Du Wei paid no attention to the Envelope’s thoughts.

It looked down at the door below.

Its gaze was profound.

The next second.

It floated up towards the sky.

The Envelope followed behind it.

Higher and higher they went.

Ultimately.

It passed through the ceiling of the underground palace, as if through an illusory bubble, and found itself in the night sky above New York City.

It was at this moment.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei realized.

The place where it had emerged was none other than New York City’s amusement park, precisely— the site of the Horror House.

All the answers seemed clear and obvious now.

Ryan Hamel and a member of the Vanity Sect came to New York, and then he entered that door.

As a result, he was gravely injured.

After emerging, for some reason, he became enemies with that person from the Vanity Sect.

A fierce battle ensued.

Ryan Hamel had already been gravely injured by that time; after killing the other party, he struggled to reach the church that had not yet become Hill Psychiatric Hospital.

Ultimately, he died there.

And the things he had collected were scattered to the auctions with the church’s destruction.

But this was not the start of the story.

Instead, it was the end of one.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei floated over New York City.

No one could see its existence.

The bright moonlight was obscured by dark clouds.

It was as if it was darkness itself.

“I’ve said it before.”

“I hate this world, and even now, I don’t like it much.”

“This world has too many Evil Spirits, and some presences that disgust me.”

“Friends, lovers, subordinates—a series of relationships act as shackles, trapping me in this world.”

“But these are of my own volition.”

The tone of Evil Spirit Du Wei became somewhat calm.

Its gaze wasn’t as icy-cold and piercing.

In this moment, the side of it that was Evil Spirit and the side that was human were equivalent.

It and he made a decision together.

“Let’s give this world a bit of insignificant hope, even if just for a moment,” it said.

And so, it did.

Evil Spirit Du Wei extended its Right Hand.

The power of the Mark activated instantly.

An unprecedented horror seemed to merge into every thread of air.

The night sky fell into a lifeless silence.

Around it was dense, thick…

Boom…

A strike of lightning cut through the skies of New York.

It stretched for miles, as if gone mad.

Swish…

The downpour was sudden and heavy.

In that moment, scores of people across New York City were jolted awake in their sleep.

Red Light District…

Tom and Father Tony, just coming down from their high, were preparing to head back to rest.

Caught off guard by the torrential rain, they both looked up into the night sky.

All at once…

They saw the night sky writhing with something black.

“What is that?”

…

Countless fine black threads appeared to spread throughout the New York night sky following the deluge of the downpour.

Those numberless threads truly covered all that was dark.

Evil Spirit Du Wei looked up.

Its gaze was cold and detached.

Immediately after, strange faces began to appear, circling around it, each one seemingly eager to affix itself to its face.

But.

With just a sweep of Evil Spirit Du Wei’s gaze,

those odd faces trembled, not daring to come close.

“Once a mask is worn, it’s not easily removed.”

“And it took me so long to destroy my mask. You insignificant ants also want to place another on me?”

Evil Spirit Du Wei spoke with a mocking tone.

It stretched out its left hand.

And then its new power was activated.

Whether it was the fine black threads or the faces, all fell silent.

Right after.

Evil Spirit Du Wei narrowed its eyes.

Those entities, as if sensing what it planned to do, or perhaps influenced by some will, actually tried to flee.

“Too late.”

Evil Spirit Du Wei said, “When I awoke, everything should have settled.”

After speaking,

Evil Spirit Du Wei’s pupils constricted.

Invisible ripples spread out from it as the epicenter, wildly expanding.

Like spreading ripples.

Wherever the waves passed, even the night sky was frozen in place.

The city of New York below, was completely immobilized.

Incredible.

All that it could see, none could escape its Immobilization power.

After doing all this,

Evil Spirit Du Wei beckoned with its hand.

The fine black threads immediately grovelled under it, forming a throne.

Evil Spirit Du Wei sat upon it.

The next second, more black threads sank into the void.

But the source was all from the throne beneath it.

As for those strange faces,

Evil Spirit Du Wei, seeming amused, stretched out a hand, and a featureless, utterly flat face appeared within it.

The remaining faces scattered in all directions, soon vanishing from sight.

…

Esselgreen City.

Inside a villa near the suburbs,

the Jobs family had been tormented by an evil spirit as of late.

Ever since they moved into this home, they found that there was a terrifying evil spirit present. No matter how many times they moved, it proved futile.

The church’s priest told them they could do nothing but wait inside the house for the Exorcist to arrive, for escape was pointless.

But now,

Jobs was nearly driven to madness by the torment.

He held his daughter in his arms, standing inside the house, yelling towards the door: “fuck! Get lost, don’t hurt my daughter, if you want my soul, take it, but don’t even think about making me hand over my daughter to you.”

At the door, shadows were spreading.

But he couldn’t see that an evil spirit, dripping wet and with only its hair dry, was upside down on the ceiling right above him, its hair already entwined around his daughter’s neck.

“Daddy, I’m so cold…”

Just then,

a delicate black thread emerged from nowhere, piercing straight into the evil spirit’s head.

Then…

It shuddered, and the hair wrapped around Jobs’ daughter’s neck loosened on its own.

At the same time, it merged back into the ceiling.