Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 678 - 675 destruction will bring rebirth

Chapter 678: 675, destruction will bring rebirth Chapter 678: 675, destruction will bring rebirth If the Inner World were a house,

then destroying this house would actually be much simpler than building one.

Du Wei was very clear about this.

He now faced a dead end, lacking the key to escape the Inner World; all paths were blocked.

Sometimes cunning can be of great use, making the solution to a problem much easier, but in the current situation, discussing cunning and pondering for half a day would lead only to a dead end.

Moreover, Rahmer’s Bell wouldn’t give him that much time.

Instead of focusing on finding a way out, it would be better to just destroy the house, and then either leave the Inner World directly or die here.

And destroying this world was also quite simple.

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Du Wei carried the red balloon.

He looked inside the balloon at the faintly visible outline of the Clown, took a deep breath, and said, “Fear makes you powerful, yet the ceiling of your thoughts limits you.”

“In this world, there is no one who has encountered more Evil Spirits, Demon Spirits, and Demon Gods than I have.”

“I am the source of your power.”

Having said that,

Du Wei let go of the string of the red balloon.

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As the balloon rose higher and higher,

a sinister laugh emerged from the depths of Du Wei’s heart: “Hehehe…”

That was the voice of Pennywise.

Du Wei had long been accustomed to danger; he hadn’t taken life and death lightly, but fear was non-existent.

However,

he could relinquish his rational composure and expose his fearful side.

Pennywise was akin to a transfer station.

All those ghostly things with a grudge against Du Wei could take physical form.

As long as Pennywise dared,

this Inner World would turn into a carnival of freaks, parading the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon, one by one.

Not to mention those Demon Spirits and Strangeness.

At this moment,

behind Du Wei, a black fog spread, and shadows pervaded, clawing menacingly as if they were malevolent spirits.

In the end,

those shadows formed a huge throne.

This wasn’t something Du Wei had created; it was the product of Pennywise’s instinct.

Back when it was a lackey under the Evil Spirit Du Wei,

Evil Spirit Du Wei would sit on the throne, continuously tormenting and torturing it.

It has to be said,

this was incredibly ironic.

A being that fed on fear, yet it could also feel fear towards someone, towards something.

Just like training a pet, Pennywise formed a conditioned response.

Du Wei sat on the throne.

He closed his eyes, breathing at a frantic rate, his mind madly flashing with all those ghostly things he had enmity with—the vanquished and the not-yet vanquished all emerging one after another.

The figure of Pennywise Clown also appeared behind the throne.

With its arms outstretched, it was as if it were manipulating Du Wei.

The first to emerge from the black fog was a shadow…

It glared with bloodshot eyes, staring fixedly at Du Wei.

Following closely were Annabelle, the Demon Nun, the Evil Spirits from the bus, and over a hundred Evil Spirits from Massas City, the Evil Spirit Squad, and all those Strangeness.

Countless…

The cemetery was inundated with innumerable Evil Spirits and Strangeness, these beings filled every space, and those “good friends” that Du Wei had brought in were all mixed within.

Even if Du Wei let go, and their honeymoon period was over, they no longer had the opportunity to enact their killing spree.

Huu…

A vast silhouette descended from the sky.

A Horror House occupied most of the night sky.

A torrential downpour fell.

The doors of the Horror House swung open.

On the ground, a streetlamp lit up, emitting an eerie deathly stillness; many fake Evil Spirits were immediately immobilized, seemingly unable to move.

A highway spread wildly.

And then, the shadow of a Demon God cast over the nearby area.

In Du Wei’s ears, he could almost hear a series of strange murmurs, like the rolling waves of the tide.

And then.

He also felt, in some indescribable precise area of his being, something trying to respond to those whispers.

Immediately following.

All the Evil Spirits suddenly lowered their heads.

A man, wearing a black suit, expressionless and thin, walked out from the darkness.

He looked exactly like Du Wei.

Except he wasn’t wearing a mask on his face.

This was the Evil Spirit Du Wei from the Inner World.

It twisted its neck, casting a cold glance towards the deepest part of the black fog, knowing its human counterpart was inside.

“I do not like this body,”

said the Inner World’s Evil Spirit Du Wei as it waved its hand and casually seized one of the Evil Spirits—an apparition of a bride in a wedding dress holding a dinner knife.

Pop…

It was crushed on the spot.

The dinner knife was then casually taken into the hands of Evil Spirit Du Wei.

It looked up at the night sky.

Above, amidst the rainclouds pouring down heavy rain, lightning flickered erratically.

Suddenly…

An invisible crack appeared.

A yellowed eye emerged behind that fissure, with patterns of clock hands within it—the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand ceaselessly rotating.

That was Rahmer’s Bell.

It locked onto every existence below.

At the same time…

Du Wei within the thick fog also extended his hands, activating his Marking Ability.

In the blink of an eye.

The sound of a bus horn blared.

The concepts of these Demon Gods, along with many other terrifying beings, were like a keg of gunpowder that Du Wei had ignited personally.

What followed.

Was an extremely fearsome clash of worldviews.

This Inner World built upon Ryan’s worldview wouldn’t contain things he was unaware of.

But in Du Wei’s worldview, there were too many ghosts and goblins that Ryan had never seen.

And now, all of them were piled up together.

It’s not that the resulting power was so frightening, but the awkward sense of forcefully implanted worldview collision was enough to completely shatter a person’s sanity.

It’s like an ancient person dreaming.

He might dream of deities, fairies, visiting brothels, but definitely wouldn’t dream of airplanes taking off, let alone pressing F1 to enter a tank.

In short.

The Inner World was done for this time.

The ground was cracking.

The two graves of Ryan Hamel had collapsed, revealing two stone coffins.

And these two stone coffins were identical to the Three Stone Coffins of Boine that Du Wei had previously encountered.

Only, they appeared far more real.

Yes…

It was reality…

As if these two stone coffins were the genuine articles; in comparison to the original, the others naturally seemed counterfeit.

At that moment…

Du Wei looked at the two stone coffins and suddenly a terrible thought flashed through his mind.

“I know where the last coffin is…”

“It’s inside the painting…”

One of those three coffins, the one Du Wei had entered, gave off a sense of reality most similar to the two he was looking at right now.

Which means.

In reality, the last stone coffin had always been in the outside world.

“So, Ryan Hamel has likely been staying inside my painting this whole time?”