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.”

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

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

are any unorthodox ways to enter

was, but Mr. Door’s ethereal laughter sounded

it’s because

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

dark

like doors that were stacked in decreasing sizes as they

pain of her Spirit Body tearing apart. She memorized the

be blood from

of a

blood of each pathway is

Door replied in the same way that he had been raving in earlier, “Right… there’s no need for too much… Just a

couldn’t help

her overall expression, made her appear

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

vortex was silent for a

up such a ritual… Sacrifice one of the demigods of the Seer, Apprentice, and Marauder pathway…

could escape the ancient curse. After receiving the answer, she couldn’t take it any longer. As she thanked Mr. Door, she began

he didn’t attempt to bewitch, threaten,

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

and copied the

It was very difficult for her to find the blood of Beyonders of different pathways that quickly, so she planned on

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, they would be stopped by

was at the level of an angel. The strength of the organization behind him was obvious, so they had the ability to destroy the mausoleum at

of course she had to find

street, the black-haired, black-coated Trissy slowly walked down in the cold and lonely

little indignation,

lucky. At least I’ll avenge

I die, apart from those who hate me, no

from Miss Messenger, Klein sat on the chair

authenticity of Mr. Door’s method, he subconsciously thought about how

Apprentice, I can find

to bite Hazel; obtain it from Vice Admiral Iceberg’s