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

get used to the ravings of

unorthodox ways to enter the nine secret mausoleums built by Blood Emperor Tudor for becoming the

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

it’s because

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

sparks separated from the dark vortex, forming a

stacked in decreasing sizes

back the excruciating pain of her Spirit Body tearing

be blood from all twenty-two Beyonder

of a Beyonder, regardless of

blood of each

“Right… there’s no need for too much… Just a small tube will do… Just guarantee that the symbol drawing can

she couldn’t help but smile when she

overall expression, made her appear odd, as though she

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

vortex was silent for a few seconds

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

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

he didn’t attempt to bewitch, threaten, or corrupt

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

doing all of this, Trissy took out a pen and paper and copied the

that 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

problem with the secret mausoleum and that it was safe enough; thus, not leaving too many guards, there were

organization behind him was obvious, so they

complete it herself, so of course she had to find assistance from someone with

the cold and lonely road. On the dim road, she looked at the light from the gas lamps

sake of a little indignation,

At least I’ll

if I die, apart from those who hate me, no

sat

method, he subconsciously thought about

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

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