Chapter 54 - Chapter 54: Chapter 52: Receiving the Lord’s Gift! (Please follow!) (2/2)

That was the moment at midnight every day.

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In the underground chamber filled with lit candles, Byrne had made all the preparations for journeying to the Spirit Realm.

On the ground, a circle representing the dream world had been painted with white chalk, and beyond it lay scattered white fish-scale powder, symbolizing the stability of the path. The outermost ring was drawn with black powder, depicting seven mysterious symbols representing the coordinates in the Spirit Realm, ensuring they would not directly enter any excessively dangerous areas.

On a nearby table, three bottles of a dark blue potion for inducing deep sleep had been mixed and were ready to use.

When he saw Irene descending into the basement, he asked:

“I have never heard of so-called ‘Time of Ashes’ or the ‘Lord of Ashes’; the time is set at midnight, correct?”

“Rest assured, Byrne, the mystical knowledge in my mind is never wrong—it comes from the great Lord of the Lost.”

Irene nodded, never having detailed the knowledge about the otherworldly gods to anyone else. It was definitely not a good thing for mortals to know too much about Them.

They were beings that existed beyond the Claud World, and even the True Gods were exceedingly wary of them. There were a total of twenty-seven such beings, each possessing power beyond any mortal’s imagination or comprehension.

The Lord of Ashes.

He was also one of the otherworldly gods.

The source of infinite disasters, the abhorrence of white fog, the Lord of Ashes who extinguished constellations, embodied the most primitive chaos and distortion in the endless universe.

Whenever the great Lord of the Lost required the Fischer family to sacrifice their lifespans, and when someone was needed to bear those hazardous knowledge, Irene felt deep within that she should be the only one to make the sacrifice.

They only needed to step over her lifeless body to proceed.

“Since everything is ready, I will go call Grandma Narda down, and then we can begin.”

Irene nodded, returning to the hall to call Grandma Narda down.

She trembled slightly, her first time in the most secret basement of the Fischer family, her face filled with curiosity and astonishment.

Kneeling calmly before the sacred object, Irene said, “Kneel and remember not to look directly at His greatness.”

The three of them knelt before the clear bottles, Grandma Narda forcefully controlling herself not to gaze directly at the sacred object, only feeling the surroundings suddenly turn into black and white, as if everything in the world was on the brink of destruction and demise.

Him!

Could He be here!

Before Grandma Narda, whose color had drained from her face and body was trembling with fear could react, she heard Irene calmly pick up the dark blue dream-inducing potion and say:

“Drink it, we will take you to the Spirit Realm to perform the ritual through the Gate of Shadow.”

“Narda, only after the ritual is complete will you be worthy of receiving the blessing from the great Lord of Dawn, who is also the Lord of the Lost.”

Her words were full of seductive power, mysterious and utterly mesmerizing, leading Narda to take the dark blue potion without hesitation and drink it all at once.

“I… I feel so sleepy…”

Irene and Byrne exchanged glances, both fully aware of how important this journey was, the Spirit Realm filled with unpredictable dangers and opportunities.

If the Fischer family wanted to advance further, they must delve into the Spirit Realm at any cost; for example, to activate the latent bloodline in Darren, a ritual had to be held in the Spirit Realm.

Irene and Byrne laid Narda’s unconscious body within the array, and both consumed the dream-inducing potion in turn and sat down as well.

Next to Byrne were three sobering potions, one of which was a special potion cooled to freezing point, made by combining Non-living Flower, Single Membrane Tree bark, and blood from the Fischer family.

The potion was dark red in appearance, containing a fatal yet dangerous power that was incredibly tempting.

Midnight had arrived.

The numerous candles went out one after the other, and the three sitting in the circle fell into a deep slumber, entering another world that belonged to dreams, enveloped by darkness.