1134 Mr. Door (1/2)
As Trissy recited the words, the gems around her emitted cracking sounds as they shattered into powder and floated up.
They shimmered with red, blue, green, or resplendent light before rapidly gathering into a torrent that surged towards the candlelight on the altar.
At the same time, strands of hair that had been burnt inside the cauldron joined the process.
The fire began to expand and interweave with each other, turning increasingly dark, as if it was an illusory door that led to other worlds.
Trissy immediately felt the surrounding temperature drop rapidly, as though countless dangers were seeping out of the fire.
A sentence flashed across her mind. It was a reminder from Gehrman Sparrow:
”Be careful of Mr. Door.”
As expected of someone with a messenger of that level... His understanding of Mr. Door, and his confidence in knowing about my plans, might be deeper and more precise than I imagined... Trissy slowly took a deep breath and patiently waited for the subsequent changes.
In just a blink of an eye, she felt that the void in the room thinned significantly. Many of the places were covered with shadows, as though there were large amounts of indescribable creatures hiding behind them.
The dim, expanding flame slowly turned into a gigantic, deep crimson vortex.
As the vortex spun, an ethereal voice that could pierce through one's Spirit Body finally sounded from the bottom: ”...Cheek?”
Upon hearing this voice, the blood vessels in Trissy's forehead throbbed. It was as if her head had been pierced by countless steel needles as they crazily stabbed and twisted.
Her black hair flared up despite the lack of wind. Every strand grew slightly thicker, and the skin on her face became transparent. Her blood vessels protruded out one after another, densely packed like a spider's web.
After spending a great deal of effort, Trissy finally managed to control herself. She then heard the voice that could make most Beyonders lose control, chuckling and saying, ”It looks like it's Cheek's Blessed...
”Back then, we had seen the second Blasphemy Slate together... and we were able to surpass Sequence 1... and live to this day... Now, the only ones left are likely the Artisan, Cheek, and me...”
Trissy ignored Mr. Door's poignant sigh and said with a twisted expression:
”Honorable Mr. Door, I have something to ask you.”
”Speak... The time spent being lost and trapped in the darkness and the storm is just too boring... It's rare for someone to have a chat with me...” The terrifying voice replied without much change from the slowly rotating dark vortex.
Trissy's facial muscles twitched involuntarily, still unable to get used to the ravings of this evil god's equal.
She paused for a few seconds before saying, ”...I want to know if there are any unorthodox ways to enter the nine secret mausoleums built by Blood Emperor Tudor for becoming the Black Emperor,
It was unknown where he was, but Mr. Door's ethereal laughter sounded through the endless void:
”So it's because of this...
”This isn't difficult... I'll give you a symbol... You can gather the blood of Beyonders from different pathways and mix them together... Mixing it with your spirituality, draw the symbol in front of the mausoleum. Then, you can open the secret passage that leads into it...”
As the existence spoke, sparks separated from the dark vortex, forming a rather complicated symbol in midair.
It was like doors that were stacked in decreasing sizes as they randomly extended without end.
Trissy held back the excruciating pain of her Spirit Body tearing apart. She memorized the symbol and sought confirmation:
”There must be blood from all twenty-two Beyonder pathways?
”Each pathway only requires the blood of a Beyonder, regardless of his Sequence?
”How much blood of each pathway is required?”
Mr. Door replied in the same way that he had been raving in earlier, ”Right... there's no need for too much... Just a small tube will do... Just guarantee that the symbol drawing can be finished...”
Although Trissy wore a painful grimace, she couldn't help but smile when she received the critical information.
This, combined with her overall expression, made her appear odd, as though she was a lunatic.
After completing her main goal, Trissy asked again to ensure smooth cooperation with Gehrman Sparrow in the future, ”The Abraham family wants to know how to get rid of the ancient curse.”
The dark vortex was silent for a few seconds before sighing.
”Set up such a ritual... Sacrifice one of the demigods of the Seer, Apprentice, and Marauder pathway... Once I leave the storm and penetrate the darkness... the curse will no longer exist...”
Trissy wasn't interested in how the Abraham family could escape the ancient curse. After receiving the answer, she couldn't take it any longer. As she thanked Mr. Door, she began to stop the ritual.