Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 617 - 614 Du Weis body

Chapter 617: 614, Du Wei’s body Chapter 617: 614, Du Wei’s body The ability of death vision, in fact, was Future Sight.

It was a power bestowed upon Du Wei by Minette.

But he wasn’t the master of it; he couldn’t use it at will like Minette did.

It had always been random.

Random meant uncontrollable.

Yet every time the power of Future Sight activated, it signified that Du Wei was trapped in a certain death situation.

But this time.

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The death vision Du Wei saw was even beyond his belief.

In the vision.

First, he saw himself pushing open a door and walking in, then everything that happened was exactly the same as his previous experience, holding a lighter and advancing into the darkness.

But after a while.

The Red Gate was opened again.

A blond man, unforgettable to Du Wei, stepped in.

The man was dressed in a black Priest’s attire, looking very young and extremely handsome, with blonde hair.

He closely resembled Ryan, except he looked about four or five years younger and had no other differences.

One might say, the person was Ryan Hamel.

After Ryan Hamel entered, he looked up and saw a corpse.

Du Wei’s heart also lurched.

Because the corpse in the death vision was his own.

“What is happening?”

Du Wei endured the severe pain in his eyes, and his mind seemed to explode.

Ryan Hamel was still alive?

Although he had always felt that the man’s death was too easy, how could it be possible for him to appear here, and moreover, to see his own body?

How exactly had he died?

Then, the Ryan Hamel in the death vision seemed quite surprised, and he said something to Du Wei’s body with his mouth agape, but his expression seemed indifferent, as if he didn’t recognize him.

After that, Ryan Hamel just shrugged his shoulders and walked into the darkness.

Because of the angle.

The death vision changed to a view from behind.

Du Wei saw that Ryan Hamel was carrying a cloth bag, with the outline of an Antique Clock faintly visible.

“Is what I’m seeing the future, or the past?”

The ability of Future Sight had already presented some strange phenomena last time.

Du Wei had seen the past Minette holding a coffin, weeping in pain.

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And now, he saw a young Ryan Hamel.

That must have happened over twenty years ago.

Which meant, he died more than twenty years ago?

“This is impossible.”

“The past I saw might not actually be the past; it could be the future that is about to happen.”

“The past Minette I saw last time was also after I entered Hell’s Gate and saw it with my own eyes.”

“Future Sight must be about seeing the future, not simply retracing the past.”

“So what is it?”

“Is there a problem with time?”

Thoughts flooded Du Wei’s mind, and he felt that the timeline aboard this Ghost Ship might be in disarray.

Otherwise, it was hard to explain why the death vision he saw was so bizarre.

As he was thinking.

Suddenly, a line of blood seeped from the corner of Du Wei’s eyes.

“Hiss…”

Du Wei covered his eyes and couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath.

After undergoing Evil Spirit Transformation, not even the pain of amputation could cause the slightest fluctuation in his emotions.

But now, this pain, as if it originated from the depths of his soul, was somewhat unbearable.

The power of Future Sight activated again.

One wave had yet to settle when another arose.

This time.

The death vision Du Wei saw differed in perspective.

He found his viewpoint was fixed in the darkness.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

But he couldn’t move.

It was as if his perspective was that of a corpse.

That gaze was listless, devoid of life.

Immediately afterward,

He didn’t know how much time had passed when suddenly the scene before his eyes changed.

Then, Du Wei realized, just as he had guessed, that his perspective was indeed that of a corpse.

Um…

A corpse that was hung on a door.

However, the person who entered was Puton, who was already dead.

After Puton appeared inside the door, his expression was very panicked, his mouth agape as if he were saying something, his gaze erratic. It took a while before he seemed to have made some kind of decision.

Then…

From Du Wei’s perspective, a drop of blood dripped onto Puton’s head.

Puton stiffened, then abruptly looked up.

As their eyes met…

Du Wei saw the fear in his eyes, and the forced calm he maintained.

Immediately after, Puton turned his head and ran into the darkness without hesitation.

The death scene ended there.

Du Wei collapsed to the ground, falling into darkness.

“Huff…”

“Huff…”

He breathed heavily, wiped the blood from the corner of his eye, and said in a cold tone, “Interesting, when I entered the door, I saw Puton’s corpse, when Ryan Hamel entered, he saw my corpse, but who did Puton see when he entered?”

“Was it Ryan Hamel’s?”

“If that’s the case, it means the three of us have fallen into some kind of cycle.”

“Is it possible that any of us could really be dead, or maybe none of us are?”

Du Wei laughed coldly, “Cycles, I hate cycles the most, they make me feel like everything I do is just running in place.”

“But on the other hand, the person who is best at creating cycles is none other than myself.”

“Ghost Ship, Red Gate, cycles…”

“I think I understand.”

Ever since he started searching for the Lock Ghost, Du Wei felt the familiar tactics everywhere.

They were definitely his own doing.

Now, with the appearance of time disarray and the possibility of infinite loops on the Ghost Ship, to say it had nothing to do with his past self would be ridiculous.

He came to a conclusion in his mind.

His past self had constructed a cycle, and it just so happened that his future self was destined to come to this ship, meaning that at some point in the past, he was already scheming for the future.

Using his own hands trying to do something.

And if one were to disregard all facades and look directly at the essence,

The purpose of doing so could only be one thing.

Attempting to break the cycle.

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Through the unknown darkness,

Du Wei walked an unknowable distance.

Time had lost all meaning.

It felt as if countless years had passed.

When he reached the end,

Du Wei saw a door with many strange symbols and patterns on it.

“It’s that Red Gate.”

Du Wei concluded.

He turned his head to look behind him, but could only see endless darkness.

“I am suddenly very curious to see where I will end up when I push the door open.”

“And if I’m not wrong, when I open the door, I will encounter Puton and the past Ryan Hamel.”

Having said that, Du Wei pulled the door open.

Blinding sunlight streamed in.

Du Wei raised his hand to shield his eyes, glanced from the corner of his eye, and saw that he was surrounded by an ancient village, barren and backward.

The passersby were ragged and disheveled, with disordered hair and shackles on their feet.

When Du Wei appeared,

The passersby drew back in terror, “Devils… devils…”