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 darkness and the storm 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 rotating dark

unable to get used to

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

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

because of

difficult… I’ll give you a symbol… You can gather the blood of Beyonders from different pathways and mix them together… Mixing it with your spirituality, draw the symbol

sparks separated from the dark vortex,

like doors that were stacked in decreasing sizes as

excruciating pain of her Spirit Body tearing

be blood from

of a Beyonder,

much blood of each pathway is

earlier, “Right… there’s no need

couldn’t help but smile

overall expression, made her appear odd, as though she

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

silent for a few seconds before

Apprentice, and Marauder pathway… Once I leave

family could escape the ancient curse. After receiving the answer, she couldn’t

he didn’t attempt to bewitch, threaten,

ended, Trissy began to Cogitate, spending nearly

this, Trissy took out a pen and paper and copied the symbol

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

not leaving too many guards, there were still

even his messenger was at the level of an angel. The strength of the organization behind him was

couldn’t complete it herself, so of course she had to

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

the sake of a little indignation, I’ve actually

least

those who hate me, no one will remember

letter from Miss Messenger, Klein sat on

the gray fog to divine the authenticity of Mr. Door’s method, he subconsciously

Magician’s chair… I can use my own for Seer… For Apprentice, I can find Miss Magician, and also give her some pressure to write… There are three choices for

Hazel; obtain it from