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.”

boring… It’s rare for

muscles twitched involuntarily, still unable to get used to the ravings of this evil

know if there are any unorthodox ways to enter the nine

Mr. Door’s ethereal laughter sounded through the

because of

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

sparks separated from the dark vortex, forming

was like doors that were stacked in decreasing sizes

of her Spirit Body tearing apart. She memorized the symbol

blood from all twenty-two Beyonder

blood of

of

that he had been raving in earlier, “Right… there’s no need for too much… Just a small tube will do… Just guarantee that the symbol

grimace, she couldn’t help but smile when she received the critical

her appear odd, as though she

Sparrow in

silent for a few seconds

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

in how the Abraham family could escape the ancient curse. After receiving the answer, she couldn’t take it any longer. As she

for Mr. Door, he didn’t attempt to bewitch, threaten,

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

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

and there seemed to be even more terrifying hunters that would follow her wake. It

mausoleum and that it was safe enough; thus, not leaving too many guards, there were still precautions inside. It wasn’t something

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

she had to find assistance from someone with the ability to

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

the sake of a little

At least I’ll avenge

who hate me,

letter from Miss Messenger, Klein sat on the chair and

fog to divine the authenticity of Mr. Door’s method, he subconsciously thought about how quickly he could gather the blood

Miss 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

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