522, now I am God.
When the Evil Spirit Du Wei finished speaking that sentence, looking into my eyes.
Minette felt an instinctual malice.
She wanted to resist.
But she soon found it totally ineffective.
Those dark, indifferent eyes seemed like the abyss, making it impossible for her to look away.
Soon.
Her gaze dimmed.
Her azure eyes were full of confusion.
Her pupils dilated, and many past incidents that she had buried in her heart resurfaced one by one.
The Evil Spirit Du Wei looked at this woman.
It truly saw a piece of the past.
Through Minette's perspective, it saw a man dressed in black, with a cold face but eyes that carried an indescribable sense of age and fatigue.
As if he had lived through endless time, nothing could stir a ripple in his heart.
That was the trace of years passing by.
Most importantly.
That man was indeed itself.
Identical in appearance.
Although the temperament was completely different.
But it was indeed the Evil Spirit Du Wei.
In that moment.