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.”

and 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 much change from the slowly rotating dark

involuntarily, still unable to get

to know if there are any unorthodox ways to enter the nine secret mausoleums built by Blood Emperor

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

it’s because of

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

the existence spoke, sparks separated from the dark vortex, forming a rather complicated

like doors that were stacked in decreasing sizes as they randomly extended

held back the excruciating pain of her Spirit Body tearing apart.

blood from all

only requires the blood of a Beyonder, regardless

much blood of each pathway is

in earlier, “Right… there’s no need

help

with her overall expression, made her appear odd, as

completing her main goal, Trissy asked again to ensure smooth cooperation with Gehrman Sparrow in the future, “The Abraham family wants to know how to get rid

was 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 thanked

attempt to bewitch, threaten,

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

copied the symbol provided by Mr. Door. She described the two answers in

It was very difficult for her to find the blood of Beyonders

that there was no problem with the secret mausoleum and that it was safe enough; thus, not leaving too many guards, there were still precautions inside. It wasn’t

his messenger 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 the

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

black-coated Trissy slowly walked down in the cold and

sake of a little indignation, I’ve actually

least

those who hate me, no one

from Miss Messenger, Klein sat on

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

behind Miss Magician’s chair… I can use my own for Seer… For Apprentice, I can find Miss

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