Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 657 - 654 Stone Door and Coffin

Chapter 657: 654, Stone Door and Coffin Chapter 657: 654, Stone Door and Coffin “`

This noon.

Tom and Father Tony returned to New York.

At the church door.

Tom put on clean trousers and a black jacket, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, and said with a melancholic expression, “Father Tony, I’m tired…”

The priest standing beside him was also smoking.

He didn’t look at all like a proper priest.

Puffing rings of smoke, Old Tony said, “These past few days have been too stimulating. I’m a bit exhausted both in body and mind, and I need to rest for a while.”

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Tom spoke in a somber tone, “I still have some things to take care of. I’ve now joined forces with the police chiefs of Yard City and other cities to put out a warrant for the remnants of the Voodoo Cult.”

“Moreover, I’ve found out that the disreputable bar full of men from last time seems to be another property of the Voodoo Cult.”

“I’m going to put them all behind bars.”

Upon hearing this, Father Tony’s eyes turned cold, and he said through clenched teeth, “When I get my spirit back, I’m going to visit them in prison and teach them a lesson.”

Tom scoffed, “I will definitely not let them off easily, but let’s leave it at that for now. I hereby announce the disbandment of the Red Light District War God Combo.”

Father Tony coughed, “I think it’s a good thing to disband. Lately, my body has been failing me more and more, and the special techniques you taught me are no match for the helplessness of aging.”

“Alright, goodbye, Father Tony. I’m off to do what I should do.”

“Goodbye, Tom. Perhaps the next time we meet will be when Mr. Du Wei returns.”

The farewell was extremely emotional.

Tom walked away smoking, his silhouette unusually solemn.

Father Tony couldn’t help but sigh, reminiscing about the past experiences, feeling an unwillingness to look back.

“After all, I am a priest.”

“Lord, forgive me…”

…

Elsewhere.

The Vanity Sect was in motion.

Outside the stone tower built in the midst of the snowy mountains, twelve members of the Vanity Sect stood, each wearing a mask, their aura chillingly cold.

Alfaria was still inside the tower.

This meant the thirteen-member formation of the Vanity Sect was now fully established.

Brand, also known as Corrine Dowqui, brought back the last mask from Du Wei, thus adding one more person to complete this powerful organization.

Gascogne…

Hmm…

The clone of Gascogne had not yet realized the truth that he was a counterfeit, and after healing from his injuries, he was exactly the same as before. Not even he would know the truth until the very last moment.

At this moment.

The Vanity Sect had returned to its peak.

Everyone was very strong.

Except for the unimpressive Mercer.

Right now.

In the heart of the earth beneath the tower.

The figure of Alfaria blended into the darkness, descending the endless steps below.

He had already been walking for several days.

But he still hadn’t reached the end.

Oddly, the further he went down, the colder the temperature became, while usually the deep underground would have had a constant warmth and not felt so cold.

As he walked, Alfaria murmured, “Every time I come here, I feel as if I’m stepping into hell, the space here is already twisted. From another perspective, this place is essentially a tomb.”

Long ago in Europe, there was once a major disease outbreak.

After the nobility were infected, they would build tall towers, stacking them higher and higher, waiting for the completion of the tower before removing the modern-like scaffolding from the outside.

Those nobles infected with the disease would be placed deep inside the tower.

People from outside couldn’t get in, and those inside couldn’t get out.

After a long time.

The scenery in front of Alfaria suddenly brightened.

There were red flames burning.

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He saw a large door ahead.

On either side of the door, there were two stone-carved lanterns. Though there were no wicks or any fuel, flames eerily burned there.

“Only vanity endures…”

Alfaria murmured softly, then walked to the doorway and placed his hands on the door.

He used all his strength.

Only then did he push the door open.

A heavy rumbling echoed underground; beyond the door was an enormous space.

72 door statues were arrayed within it.

Each door was made of stone, arranged in a circle. Some of the stone door statues already had cracks, while many others emanated a strange aura.

In the middle of the 72 stone doors lay a stone coffin.

The closest to the coffin were four stone doors.

After arriving here, Alfaria took a deep look at those four stone doors, then bowed his head, not daring to look further.

The hierarchy of Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods is complex.

And the foremost are the Four Pillars.

These four stone doors correspond to the Four Pillars.

Past door after door,

At last,

Alfaria reached the front of the stone coffin.

He knelt on the ground, ran his finger across the mask on his face, and immediately, black blood dripped down.

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But this droplet of blood, after falling, eerily hovered in the air.

Additionally, black threads began to seep from the coffin above.

They much resembled strands of hair.

Upon those threads’ appearance, they faintly formed patterns of masks.

Precisely thirteen of them.

Alfaria took a deep breath. Confusion flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself, “Strange, the entity below hasn’t caused trouble, so what was that sneeze about earlier?”

“Could it be that I really caught a cold?”

“And it wasn’t the influence of these beings?”

Alfaria dared not ponder too much because the eeriness and terror of this place were undeniable. He had witnessed firsthand that any stray thoughts could easily cause abnormalities.

Therefore,

He took a deep breath, stood up, climbed atop the coffin, and lain down with his eyes closed.

Immediately after…

All his muscles trembled, and the fine black threads forming mask patterns pierced into his body, as if extracting something from within him or perhaps injecting something into him.

“Ahhhhhh…”

Even though Alfaria had experienced this pain thrice before, he still succumbed to it, only able to howl in agony, waiting for the torment to end.

…

Late at night.

Outside the tower.

The followers of the Vanity Sect were still waiting.

Suddenly.

A coughing sound was heard.

In front of everyone, the tower was abruptly enveloped in shadow.

It was as if the terrifying entity trapped inside had broken free from its restraints.

The shadow contracted instantaneously.

Alfaria walked out from within, his horrifying aura released and then immediately reined in.

“Has the situation with the Voodoo Cult been thoroughly investigated?”

His voice was very stern, like he was speaking through clenched teeth, seemingly not yet recovered from the earlier agony.

The others chorused, “We’ve investigated it thoroughly.”

Alfaria stated coldly, “Good, Brand, Gascogne, and you Ferran, Mercer, the four of you head to the Voodoo Cult, find that Stele, everyone else, split up and initiate our contingency plans.”