Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 683 - 680 Flaws in Oil Painting

Chapter 683: 680, Flaws in Oil Painting Chapter 683: 680, Flaws in Oil Painting Inside the stone coffin.

The space was cramped, and breathing was difficult.

The stone slab beneath him was also incredibly hard; Du Wei thought if he were to die, he would choose cremation over lying in a coffin.

However, at this time, he no longer had the energy to think about such things.

“I must control Mapa’s Pen.”

“If Matthew could use you, then I can too.”

With determination in his heart, Du Wei tightly gripped Mapa’s Pen.

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The Envelope and Brother Shadow, as well as Freddy and even Pennywise, were all using their methods to help Du Wei, but to no avail.

Evil Spirit and Demon Spirit were powerless in the face of such a ghostly thing.

Demon Gods play with concepts.

As for them…

It’s better said that their efforts were just a drop in the bucket.

Only an Evil Spirit can kill an Evil Spirit, but to kill a Demon God, it’s not necessarily another Demon God that’s needed.

“Don’t worry, you’re very useful to me, I won’t let you die!”

With his remaining eye, Du Wei locked his gaze on Mapa’s Pen, feeling as if he was holding a living thing, a conscious being in his hand.

That being was extremely evil.

And it was always trying to instill some information into him.

The information was incredibly obscure, nothing like any knowledge or language from any known civilization could depict.

Du Wei couldn’t understand it at all.

At this point, his condition had already reached its limit.

His body was collapsing, and he had lost an eye. If it weren’t for the obsession to kill the Demon God and the power passed on by the unconscious Evil Spirit Du Wei, he probably would have died.

“Envelope, how did Matthew use this thing at the time?”

Du Wei growled at the Envelope.

The Envelope already had many cracks and might collapse in the next second.

But it was hanging on.

[Master, after Matthew created me with Mapa’s Pen, he rarely used it again, and the Envelope also doesn’t know how he did it. I only know that the pen was brought from Hell’s Gate.]

[I’m sorry, Master, the Envelope can’t help you…]

For the Envelope, its existence was for Du Wei. If Du Wei died, then its own life also had no meaning.

[Master, the Envelope is truly incompetent, Brother Shadow is even more loyal than the Envelope, but the Envelope cannot accept that you would die in such a way, in such a place.]

[The Envelope’s power is not worth mentioning, but it is willing to sacrifice its own life to grant you another sliver of chance.]

This text was also extremely blurry.

Immediately the Envelope burst into flames, lighting up the interior of the stone coffin.

It thought simply. Its power might be feeble, but if it could be of the slightest help at this moment, it would be worth it.

The blood vessels in Du Wei’s remaining eye were diffused.

He seized the Envelope and squeezed the flames out forcibly, even if it burnt his palm, he did not let go.

His tone was colder than ever: “Your foolishness amuses me. What makes you think I’m in such dire straits that even you have to die for it?”

“You still have utility to me. Who else but me could let you die?”

The Envelope collapsed: [Master, the Envelope is truly moved. Your mercy towards the Envelope is like the ocean’s vast love. No wonder in both past and future, you have the Envelope and Brother Shadow by your side.]

Upon hearing this, Du Wei.

An idea suddenly flashed in his mind, brightening his vision.

“Past and future…”

“I know what to do now.”

Then, he looked at Mapa’s Pen and revealed a chilling smile: “I am your Controller, in past and future alike. You are my pen, and I’m the one who writes the rules.”

Mapa’s Pen was infuriated.

Du Wei’s mouth was oozing blood, but he didn’t care. Instead, he burst out laughing.

“You may not believe me, but this is the Ghost Dimension of the painting, and I am its Controller. I can change the future and alter the past.”

“I also have the ability of Illusion.”

“And I have countless dreams.”

“Even the Everlasting Flower was trapped in a dream by me, how could you compare to it?”

“I can use all means to make you believe that I am your master!”

With those words, Du Wei took the pen and stabbed it directly into his left eye.

Blood spurted out…

His vision plunged into utter darkness.

…

After Du Wei entered the stone coffin.

James and Tiquel were horrified to discover that the sounds of the painting world suddenly stilled.

It was as if a silent film was playing.

They could hear nothing, neither their own voices nor those from the outside world, as if they didn’t exist at all.

They did not know what had happened.

All they could do was place their hope in Du Wei inside the stone coffin.

Although he didn’t know what exactly Du Wei planned to do, if even he failed, others would stand even less of a chance at survival.

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Just.

The only thing clear was.

That Du Wei’s oil painting world definitely had a loophole in it.

Otherwise, there was no explanation as to why they were able to enter the painting and open the stone sarcophagus without using an envelope or going through Du Wei.

And this loophole was extremely dangerous.

If they could get in, so could the Demon God Rahmer.

Just then.

Suddenly…

The eerie silence seemed to be broken.

James heard a very subtle sound—click.

It was like the hands of a clock were moving.

In the blink of an eye.

His face turned exceptionally ugly.

Tiquel beside him reacted similarly.

“fuck!”

The sound returned to freedom.

James looked up and saw, in the school of the oil painting world, amidst the never-ending drizzle and the dark sky, a gigantic eye had appeared.

It was Demon God Rahmer.

It was actually trying to enter the oil painting world from the Inner World.

Crack crack crack…

It was the sound of something shattering.

James looked straight at the Demon God.

His eyes immediately began to bleed.

Tiquel fell to his knees, his skin rapidly whitening; he was already Caucasian, but now his complexion was as pale as paper.

The Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon are conceptual beings, and their power manifests in a way similar to the eldritch deities in Lovecraftian fiction.

They are immaterial.

Moreover, they only exist as concepts.

When mortals gaze upon them, they either get annihilated or become part of them, which means being eroded away.

This, in turn, bears a startling resemblance to the Evil Spirit.

Or perhaps, the Evil Spirits are some form of extension of the Demon Gods.

However, Rahmer’s target was not James or Tiquel. As its massive form appeared, the world within the painting started to exude thick white fog.

The fog, like paint, eroded everything it touched.

The school, which had been normal except for the surroundings, was now nothing but a spooky white.

James and Tiquel looked as if they had contracted albinism, their hair, pupils, and skin all turning as white as paper.

But, the stone sarcophagus alone retained its original color.

It was, in truth, one of the Three Stone Coffins of Demon God Boine.

It was not subject to such erosion.

Perhaps due to a difference in concept.

But inside the massive eye of Demon God Rahmer, the clock hand pattern began to turn again.

Instantly, James and Tiquel lost consciousness.

They moved as if they were cultists, walking with mechanical steps to the front of the stone sarcophagus and then opening it.

Lying inside was Du Wei, covered in blood, his complexion pale as if he were a corpse.

He was holding Mapa’s Pen in his hand.

In the pocket over his chest was an envelope.

Brother Shadow was beneath him, Freddy in his dreams.

As for Pennywise, it had transformed into a balloon, with a string tied to Mapa’s Pen.

In an instant.

A certain force wanted to make them disappear, to replace Du Wei inside.

As long as Du Wei disappeared, he could leave this world.

But Demon God Rahmer had emerged from the Antique Clock to kill Du Wei, although its purpose remained unknown for the moment; it definitely would not allow Du Wei to leave alive.

Thus, its power halted everything.

And the massive shadow that had intrusively entered the painting’s Ghost Dimension squeezed itself into the painting with a forcibly invasive posture.

Moreover, it entered the stone sarcophagus directly through James and Tiquel.

Du Wei had to die.

With a bang.

Both James and Tiquel let go, and the sarcophagus lid slammed shut.

This action was completed simultaneously.

But just as the last sliver of a gap in the sarcophagus sealed.

Du Wei inside the sarcophagus suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a void.