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 replied without

to get used to the ravings

if there are any unorthodox ways to enter the nine secret mausoleums built by Blood Emperor Tudor for becoming the Black

was, but Mr. Door’s ethereal laughter sounded through

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 mausoleum. Then, you can

dark vortex, forming a rather complicated symbol in

was like doors that were stacked in decreasing sizes as

Spirit Body tearing apart. She memorized

blood from all twenty-two Beyonder

requires the blood of a Beyonder, regardless of

much blood of

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

she couldn’t help but smile when she

combined with her overall expression, made her appear

in the future, “The Abraham family

silent for a few seconds

demigods of the Seer, Apprentice, and Marauder

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

Mr. Door, he didn’t attempt to

ritual ended, Trissy began to

out a pen and paper and copied the symbol provided by Mr. Door. She described the

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

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

was obvious, so they had the ability to destroy the mausoleum at

so of course she had to find assistance

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

a little indignation, I’ve actually gone this

At least

those who hate me, no one will

Messenger, Klein sat on the chair and

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

For Apprentice,

into a mosquito and send a mosquito to bite Hazel; obtain it from