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.”

is just too boring… It’s rare for someone to have a chat with me…” The terrifying voice replied without much change from the slowly

still unable to get used to the

a few seconds before saying, “…I want to know if there are any unorthodox ways to enter the nine secret mausoleums built by Blood Emperor

Mr. Door’s ethereal laughter sounded

it’s because

symbol… You can gather the blood of Beyonders from different pathways and mix them together… Mixing it with your spirituality, draw the symbol in front of the mausoleum.

from the dark

was like doors that were stacked in decreasing sizes as they randomly

back the excruciating pain of her Spirit Body tearing apart. She memorized the symbol and sought

be blood from all

blood of

blood of

had been raving in earlier, “Right… there’s no need for too much… Just a

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

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

Sparrow in the future, “The Abraham family wants to know how to get rid of the

was silent for

of the demigods of the Seer, Apprentice, and Marauder pathway… Once I leave the storm

curse. After receiving the answer, she

he didn’t attempt to bewitch, threaten,

vortex disintegrated and the ritual ended, Trissy began to Cogitate, spending nearly an hour

pen and paper and copied the symbol provided by Mr. Door. She described the two answers in

she was being pursued by Saintess of White Katarina, and there seemed to be even more terrifying hunters that would follow her wake. It was very difficult for her to find the blood of Beyonders

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

of an angel. The strength of the organization behind him was obvious, so they

had to find assistance from someone with the

slowly walked down in the cold and lonely road. On the dim road, she looked at the light from the

of a little indignation, I’ve actually gone this

At least I’ll avenge

die, apart from those who hate me, no one

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

he went above the gray fog to divine the authenticity of Mr. Door’s method, he subconsciously thought about how

symbol is very similar to the symbol behind Miss Magician’s chair… I can use my own for Seer… For Apprentice, I can find Miss Magician, and

bite Hazel; obtain it from Vice Admiral Iceberg’s third mate named Flowery Bow Tie, and lastly, get it