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.

Botis had opened the “jewelry box” at some point in time. The interior of its top layer

the room, there were chairs and long tables scattered haphazardly. There were a few palm-sized puppets sitting

wearing a hooded robe. The shape of her chin was beautiful and her lips were plump and red. It was

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

the external world was only left with grayish-white

corners of Botis’s lips curled up bit by bit. With his right hand, he closed the lid of

single breath, he had

Grade 0 Sealed Artifact that he had snatched from the Abraham

obtained by the orthodox Churches, nor was it ever deeply

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

Creature, one that could be considered a subsidiary god in the Second Epoch

“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

of the Box of the Great Old Ones could turn the target’s location into toys and switch locations with its interior. Botis had

effective range

of the Great Old Ones, Botis knew about it but didn’t dare to think about it. It was just like how

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

certain area was concealed, a Secrets Sorcerer had to use the

latter method because it was the easiest

that disappeared returned to the

stay any longer. Without even looking at his surroundings, he made

each other. He 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 the

this moment, the

narrowed and his eyes instantly turned dark, dotted

like the cosmos had

stars spun rapidly, causing the cracks at the bottom of the sea to rapidly turn incorporeal, causing everything in front

of a matchstick as

Botis had experienced after removing the “concealed space” was an illusion. He

of this

a woman wearing a purple-patterned black robe and a hood. She was sitting on a carriage that was half-way through the wall, formed from a

carriage were a bunch of

Cattleya, but her appearance, image, and bearing had

the power she gained from the