Chapter 1293 Devil“s Oil Painting

In a warehouse that was being rebuilt in Pritz Harbor.

Fors met her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, once again a few days later.

“Are you ready?” Dorian asked in a low voice.

Back when they met, he had already informed Fors of the ritual requirement of the Apprentice pathway’s Sequence 4 Secrets Sorcerer, so that she could make advanced preparations.

“More or less… I should be able to satisfy the requirements…” Fors replied without much confidence.

The advancement ritual of a Secrets Sorcerer was relatively simple, but in this case, “simple” was the antonym for “complex,” and not “difficult.” To Fors, she wished that it was something else.

The ritual required the candidate to seal a demigod-level creature with clear animosity. The less external help one received, the better the ritual’s effects. As for the target’s level, as long as it wasn’t lower than a demigod, it was fine. It had virtually no effect on the ritual.

Upon hearing that, Dorian nodded and said, “That should be fine. That ritual is really difficult for a Sequence 5 Beyonder to complete it on their own. It’s necessary to seek help at appropriate times, but you mustn’t go overboard, such as exceeding the corresponding limitations. Otherwise, the ritual will definitely fail.”

The suggestion he had previously provided to Fors was to borrow a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. It would be best if she didn’t even hire a saint-level helper.

Fors said vaguely, “I only plan on making a wish to Mr. Fool to increase the success rate of advancement after consuming the potion. This is closer to obtaining good luck when consuming the potion, rather than being blessed and protected while sealing the demigod creature.

“Other than that, I’ll be using the painting that you mentioned.”

The painting wasn’t a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, the Scroll of God, but the Abraham family’s Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. It was called “Devil’s Oil Painting.”

In the Fourth Epoch, when many members of the Abraham family had advanced to Sequence 4 Secrets Sorcerer, they had created the oil painting to seal the corresponding demigod-level creatures.

However, after being attacked by the Aurora Order and losing a lot of documents, Dorian Gray wasn’t sure how many terrifying creatures were sealed in the Devil’s Oil Painting. He was only certain that there was definitely more than one sealed inside.

His original plan was to release a demigod-level creature that was completely insane from the Devil’s Oil Painting, one that acted purely out of instinct. This could then be his student’s ritual target. This made it much easier than dealing with a rational and intelligent saint. Furthermore, it was completely in line with the ritual’s requirements, but he never expected Fors to directly borrow the Devil’s Oil Painting.

Dorian frowned and reminded her, “The Devil’s Oil Painting only has the effect of imprisonment and sealing. It doesn’t have the ability to actively affect the target. In other words, you have to stuff a demigod-level creature into the Devil’s Oil Painting.”

Fors nodded, indicating that she knew this.

“Teacher, you mentioned that one’s ‘Record’ ability isn’t considered external help.”

Gray gave

almost no Traveler could advance. After all, “Record” was the core ability of the Apprentice pathway before they became demigods. Once it was “excluded,” Fors would

However, you can only record

sentence, he thought of Mr. Fool and “His” Blessed and felt a

just a mad creature that’s acting on instinct.” Fors tried convincing both her

music, and took

it. Even if the potion and glass bottle fuses together and turns into a Sealed Artifact, we can also pray to Mr. Fool to restore it to a

the Milky Way in the sky had been

indicating that she wasn’t worried

would immediately “Teleport” away once she realized she couldn’t seal the

then took out an oil painting from his suitcase, which was filled with abstract images. It was an image that no one could understand.

Oil Painting

have one request.” Dorian held the Devil’s Oil Painting and said solemnly to Fors, “That is, on the

members of the Abraham family still couldn’t fully accept that the curse they had suffered from had stemmed from their ancestor. They felt that

wished to figure out the full

with her teacher’s sincere

Painting, “Teleported” out of Pritz Harbor, and came to a vast desert

even if an accident happened during the ritual, she had

herself, Fors inserted the Devil’s Oil Painting

her hands together and bowed her head to pray to Mr. Fool. She wished that “He” could increase her chances of advancing after consuming

she saw the illusory grayish-white fog

few seconds, Fors finally convinced herself. She took out the herbal powder she had

to release

that only released one

the air landed on the

spun, the surface of the oil painting turned illusory as if a deep vortex

bluish-black hand emerged from the “vortex,” one that showed

stretched out from the oil painting to the

as though

it also made her seem to lose control of her body. No matter how hard she tried, she was

the day. At that time, she often felt that she had woken up, but she couldn’t move at all. It was as though she was being pressed down by an

on the outside world with its godhood made Fors lose most of her ability

in their lives’ natural order

arm and moved her feet, but on second thought, she realized that it was only her imagination. As her body turned colder, the feeling of being

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