Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1250 Behind the Door

As he had the information from the City of Silver’s previous explorations, Klein knew which places were dangerous and how to avoid them. It didn’t take long for him to follow the small path, pass through the Waning Forest, Barren Tunnel, and use the ancient elevator to arrive at the residence of the guards.

After waiting for a while—until the “curtain” above the gray fog split into two, separating the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder characteristic—Klein reached out to pull his past self out.

He didn’t know if the other divine kingdoms would isolate the fog of history, but at least without the Giant King’s Court having its owner present, no one would be able to stop his attempts.

Unfortunately, this matter involves too many levels. I can’t obtain any results from divination; otherwise, I will feel more at ease… Klein shook his head and muttered to himself.

He was in no hurry to jump into the fog of history. He first took out two items and handed them to his projection.

One of them was a deep-black wooden box. It contained the ashes of Giant Guardian Groselle.

Klein had never forgotten his promise.

He had originally wanted to wait for Little Sun’s second exploration of the Giant King’s Court before handing him Groselle’s ashes and getting him to help do the burial. However, due to various matters, he ended up coming to the Forsaken Land of the Gods and entering the Giant King’s Court.

As for Snowman’s ashes, Klein planned on scattering it into the golden sea just as he was about to leave the Forsaken Land of the Gods—it was a sea churning with the divine blood of the ancient sun god.

After handing over the urn and the black iron key from Vice Admiral Iceberg, Klein followed his usual practice and leaped into the fog. He dashed to the fragment of light that represented a time before the First Epoch, and he allowed his consciousness to naturally shift to the projection he had summoned.

This projection didn’t hold the Staff of the Stars and only wore Creeping Hunger. This was because the palace that the Giant King lived in was still quite a distance away. There were many troll statues blocking him, so Klein couldn’t guarantee that he would reach his destination in five minutes.

Right on the heels of that, he made the glove on his left hand transparent as he disappeared from where he was.

In the next second, Klein appeared outside the guards’ residence with the huge black iron key. He hadn’t “Teleported” too far away.

Yes, in the Giant King’s Court, it’s clear that most of the powers within have weakened… Only a guard acknowledged by the divine kingdom can perform at relatively normal standards? Uh, Beyonder powers similar to “Teleportation” have also been suppressed. I can only do “Blink” within a relatively small area… From the looks of it, even if I were to summon the Staff of the Stars, I wouldn’t be able to appear outside the Giant King’s palace by outlining the corresponding scene in my mind… As expected of an ancient god’s divine kingdom… Klein seriously observed the influence his surroundings brought him.

After making a preliminary judgment, he turned and walked back to the guards’ residence. Opening the wooden box in his right hand, he solemnly scattered Groselle’s ashes in every corner.

According to the scene he saw in Groselle’s dream, this guards’ residence was where the giant lived for a long period of time. It was the “home” that he had the deepest impression and was most fond of.

It could be imagined that during that period of time in ancient times, Groselle and the other rational Giant Guardians from future generations would rest, rabble, gossip, talk about music, and think of fun games to play. They didn’t need to worry about food and ailments. They would live every day of their lives happily…

With the shaking of Klein’s hands, the ashes scattered on the wall, the ground, the bedside, the tables, chairs, and stone pillars.

The orange light outside the window shone forever, making everything look peaceful.

It dyed the scattered

though he could

vagrant who had been forced to leave his hometown for three thousand

dusk softened, making Klein feel

has been accepted by a number of people. Klein emanated his spirituality to confirm the

didn’t stay any longer. He used Creeping Hunger and the path scouted by the City of Silver’s expedition team to constantly “Blink” and take detours. From time to time, he would pull out the Unshadowed Crucifix. He passed through the hall where the fateful plot was made

hall he had just exited. He reached out his hand and dragged out the

it was a historical projection, he didn’t want to open

the black iron key that he had tucked under his armpit over to him. He controlled Enuni to leave the hall and follow the railings formed from stone

the palace’s surface, bringing with it a strong sense of decadence, as though the

sides of the palace were separately steeples and spires. The grayish-blue front door was covered with

of the door, there was a pitch-black hole that was the size of an adult’s fist at

stared at it for a few seconds before raising the black iron key that resembled a seven-string guitar and inserting it into the deep

without leaving a single

black iron key entered the deep hole, Klein held his breath in

key in

turned soft, as if it had fused with the hole as it emitted grayish-blue

various symbols, labels, and patterns on the door lit up as they

a constructive manner, pressing down heavily into the inner chamber as it

between the door widened when Enuni’s eyes suddenly reflected a turbulent pitch-black, viscous, and

good… Warning bells

returned to his body as he

of his head felt a sharp pain, as though someone had inserted a red-hot chisel

heard indistinguishable ravings that seemed to come from an era

expression instantly twisted, appearing

still barely maintain his rationality, but he had no energy left to remain

Klein landed in the guard residence of the Giant King’s Court. With a thought, he entered the world above the

he had no doubt found a reason and excuse to arrange for the members of the Tarot Club to pray collectively to awaken Sefirah Castle’s ability to “summon” its master. This allowed him to skip taking

Body saw the grayish-white fog, he heard a familiar roar, he felt himself be rejected by Sefirah Castle, as though

In his shock, he saw a black shadow leap past him, heading straight for

Amon, but a shadow that exuded an

influenced Sefirah Castle and made it reject the

The shadow was also blocked by

he and the shadow fell back into the real world

Spirit Body returned to his body, Klein bent down in pain, like a curled

on his head fell to

several seconds to eventually recover. He slowly straightened his body and cast