Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1195 Grade 0

In the region that had been concealed, the Saint of Secrets, Botis, narrowed his eyes slightly as he recognized Leymano’s Travels.

This made him no longer have any doubts about the intel provided by Saint Tenebrous Kisma.

He recognized this notebook and knew that it was a mystical item that the Abraham family placed great importance on. It was one of the most powerful items below the High-Sequences, and the negative effects were negligible.

Heh, back when I was a Mid-Sequence Beyonder, I had yearned for this notebook so much. In the end, the Abraham family was wary of me and didn’t place any importance on my needs at all… Now, have they learned their lesson? This woman shouldn’t be a descendant of the Abraham family. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone around searching for the cursed item of an ancient wraith… Botis muttered inwardly as his expression gradually turned grim, showing hints of a cruel fervor.

After observing his surroundings for a while, he carefully reached into his black robe’s pocket.

The pocket seemed to contain a vast space as Saint of Secrets Botis dragged out a three-layered jewelry box from within.

This jewelry box wasn’t tiny, making it difficult to hold it with one hand. It was mainly silver-black in color, and its surface was covered with exquisite decorations. There were rubies, emeralds, sapphires, and diamonds embedded in it, making it look rather luxurious.

As he held the “jewelry box” in his hands, there was a hint of panic and fear in his expression. It was as if he was facing the Abyss or listening to an evil god’s ravings.

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The gathering continued as usual. Fors put away Leymano’s Travels and focused on listening to the participants, as though she was seeking some answers.

During this process, she would occasionally ask questions, using gold pounds and spiritual materials as payment. However, she didn’t receive any effective answers.

Gradually, the Beyonder gathering came to an end. The host arranged for the different participants to leave from different exits.

Soon, only Fors and a few other Beyonders were left in the room.

After receiving the signal of the host, Fors stood up and resisted the urge to stretch herself as she walked towards the side door.

At this moment, she realized that her body had stiffened. Her head could barely turn, but it felt like she was a toy that had its torsion spring wound up.

From the corner of her eye, she saw that the grayish-white walls had turned silvery-black in an instant. They were covered in granules, as though they were made of metal. The remaining participants and the host had their skin lose the luster that it should’ve possessed. Their eyes were dull, their movements mechanical, as though they were large dolls.

had opened the “jewelry box” at some point in time. The interior of its top layer wasn’t exquisite enough,

haphazardly. There were a few palm-sized puppets sitting or standing, as though they were

person standing was wearing a hooded robe. The shape of her chin was beautiful and her lips were plump and red. It was none other than

together with the gathering’s host, had silently become toys. They had been taken into the highest layer of the

world was only

lips curled up bit by bit. With his right hand, he closed

breath, he had magically

silver-black, three-layered “jewelry box” was the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact that he had snatched from the Abraham

by the orthodox Churches, nor was it ever deeply understood, it

from the Fourth Epoch. “He” enjoyed roaming the cosmos and heading to different places in the vast universe. However, once, when “He” returned to “His” family to rest, he died silently in his palace. His face was filled with fear, and his expression was twisted as

the Second Epoch had actually died silently without causing a stir. The death was extremely

the “jewelry box” that was quite different from the other kind of Sealed Artifacts. And back then, Mr. Door, Bethel Abraham, not only didn’t attempt to shatter it and restore it to a pure Beyonder

the target’s location into toys and switch locations with its interior. Botis

released, the holder and the living beings within its effective range would head directly to the corresponding region. They would then wander around

dare to think about it. It was just like how he usually didn’t dare come into contact with this

closing the lid of the Box of the Great Old Ones, he grabbed the mirror that was embedded in the transparent vortex that was suspended in

area was concealed, a Secrets Sorcerer had to use

the latter method because it was the

stirred, and the area that disappeared returned to the real world. The room was

even looking at his surroundings, he made

traversed the spirit world which was filled with strange creatures towards his designated location. In a few seconds, he walked out of the void, attempting to enter the ruins of the battle of the gods by crossing the huge chasm that split

moment, the Botis stopped

eyes instantly turned dark, dotted with

the cosmos had been reflected in

causing the cracks at the bottom of the sea to rapidly turn incorporeal, causing everything in front of him to shrink and condense into a wavering

of

“concealed space” was an illusion. He remained

source of this illusion was the burning

matchstick was held by a fair-skinned palm, and the owner of the hand was a woman wearing a purple-patterned black robe and a hood. She was sitting on a carriage that was half-way

carriage were a bunch of gray

none other than Cattleya, but her appearance, image,

was the power she gained