578, Minette's death…

Evil Spirit Du Wei looked at the characters etched into the ground.

In its pitch-black eyes, a complex yet indescribable shade flickered.

All were Chinese characters.

Every line of text, every stroke, and the writing habits, all pointed to it.

It could confirm.

The writing was indeed itself.

But it could not identify with it, because its emergence was in modern times, not the distant and long past.

It was even more impossible that, on some day in the past, it would inscribe four lines of text here in an emotion beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

"I have no past, nor a future?"

The tone of Evil Spirit Du Wei carried an ironic meaning.

It couldn't help but laugh.

Evil Spirit Du Wei indeed had no past, yet it had a future, filled with endless possibilities.

And only by fusing with Du Wei did it become whole.

Du Wei had both a past and a future.

If one were to go by the words allegedly left by a past semblance of itself, it clearly didn't match up.