Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1134 Mr. Door

As Trissy recited the words, the gems around her emitted cracking sounds as they shattered into powder and floated up.

They shimmered with red, blue, green, or resplendent light before rapidly gathering into a torrent that surged towards the candlelight on the altar.

At the same time, strands of hair that had been burnt inside the cauldron joined the process.

The fire began to expand and interweave with each other, turning increasingly dark, as if it was an illusory door that led to other worlds.

Trissy immediately felt the surrounding temperature drop rapidly, as though countless dangers were seeping out of the fire.

A sentence flashed across her mind. It was a reminder from Gehrman Sparrow:

“Be careful of Mr. Door.”

As expected of someone with a messenger of that level… His understanding of Mr. Door, and his confidence in knowing about my plans, might be deeper and more precise than I imagined… Trissy slowly took a deep breath and patiently waited for the subsequent changes.

In just a blink of an eye, she felt that the void in the room thinned significantly. Many of the places were covered with shadows, as though there were large amounts of indescribable creatures hiding behind them.

The dim, expanding flame slowly turned into a gigantic, deep crimson vortex.

As the vortex spun, an ethereal voice that could pierce through one’s Spirit Body finally sounded from the bottom: “…Cheek?”

Upon hearing this voice, the blood vessels in Trissy’s forehead throbbed. It was as if her head had been pierced by countless steel needles as they crazily stabbed and twisted.

Her black hair flared up despite the lack of wind. Every strand grew slightly thicker, and the skin on her face became transparent. Her blood vessels protruded out one after another, densely packed like a spider’s web.

After spending a great deal of effort, Trissy finally managed to control herself. She then heard the voice that could make most Beyonders lose control, chuckling and saying, “It looks like it’s Cheek’s Blessed…

“Back then, we had seen the second Blasphemy Slate together… and we were able to surpass Sequence 1… and live to this day… Now, the only ones left are likely the Artisan, Cheek, and me…”

Trissy ignored Mr. Door’s poignant sigh and said with a twisted expression:

“Honorable Mr. Door, I have something to ask you.”

The time spent being lost and trapped in the darkness and the storm is just too boring… It’s rare for someone to have a chat with me…” The terrifying

facial muscles twitched involuntarily, still unable to get used to the ravings

a few seconds before saying, “…I want to know if there are any unorthodox ways to enter the nine

unknown where he was, but Mr. Door’s ethereal laughter

it’s because of

gather the blood of Beyonders from different pathways and mix them together… Mixing it with your

separated from the dark vortex, forming a rather complicated symbol

was like doors that were stacked in decreasing sizes as

Spirit Body tearing apart. She memorized the symbol and sought

be blood from all

of a

blood of each pathway is

had been raving in earlier, “Right… there’s no need for

painful grimace, she couldn’t help but smile when she

her overall expression, made her appear odd, as though she was

ensure smooth cooperation with Gehrman Sparrow in the future, “The Abraham family wants to know how to get

vortex was silent for a few

ritual… Sacrifice one of the demigods of the Seer, Apprentice, and Marauder pathway… Once I leave the storm and penetrate the darkness… the curse

After receiving the answer,

Door, he didn’t attempt to bewitch,

to Cogitate, spending nearly an hour to calm the

Trissy took out a pen and paper and copied the symbol provided by Mr. Door. She described

to be even more terrifying hunters that would follow her wake. It was very difficult for her to find

others believed that there was no problem with the secret mausoleum and that it was safe enough; thus, not leaving too many guards, there were still precautions inside. It wasn’t something that a Sequence 4 could quickly force their way through and cause damage. That way,

his messenger was at the level of an angel. The strength of the organization behind him was obvious, so they had the

had to find assistance from someone with the ability

the letter into a mailbox on a nearby street, the black-haired, black-coated Trissy slowly walked down in the cold and lonely road. On the dim road, she looked at the light from the

the sake of a little

least I’ll

who hate

letter from Miss Messenger, Klein sat on the chair and read

authenticity of Mr. Door’s method, he

chair… I can use my own for Seer… For Apprentice, I can

send a mosquito to bite Hazel; obtain it from Vice Admiral