As Trissy chanted, the gems around her cracked and shattered into powder, which then Levitation up into the air.
They flickered with red, blue, green, or brilliant light, quickly converging into a torrent that poured onto the candlelight on the altar.
At the same time, the hair that had burned out in the cauldron also joined this process.
The flames suddenly expanded, intertwined, and grew increasingly dark, like a "phantom door" leading to another world.
Trissy immediately felt the surrounding temperature drop sharply, as if countless dangers were seeping out from the flames.
A sentence flashed through her mind instantly, a reminder from Gehrman Sparrow:
"Beware of Mr. 'Door'."
As expected of someone with that level of messenger... His understanding of " Mr. Door " and his grasp of my plans are probably deeper and more precise than I imagined... Trissy took a slow breath and patiently waited for further developments.
In the blink of an eye, she felt the void in the room become much "thinner," and in many places, shadowy figures seemed to be hiding behind them, as if a large number of indescribable, strange, and dangerous creatures were lurking.
The dark, expanding flames slowly began to rotate, transforming into a huge, deep, crimson vortex.
As the vortex swirled, a faint yet piercing voice finally emerged from the bottom:
"... Cheek?"
Upon hearing this sound, Trissy's temples throbbed, and her head felt as if countless steel needles were being pierced and stirred wildly in her head.
Her black hair rose up on its own even without wind, each strand growing slightly thicker, while the skin on her face became translucent, with veins bulging out one after another, densely packed like a spider web.
With great effort, Trissy finally regained her composure and heard the voice that would have driven most Beyonder to the brink of madness chuckle softly:
"It seems to be one of Cheek's Blessed..."
"Of those who went to see the second ' Blasphemy Slate ' together... and were able to Beyond the Sequence 1... those who are still alive... should only be ' The Artisan,' Cheek, and me..."
Trissy ignored Mr. "Door's" exclamation and spoke with a Distortion expression:
"Dear Mr. 'Door,' I have something I'd like to ask you."
"Speak... The years spent lost in the darkness and trapped in the Storm have been too tedious... It's rare to have someone to chat with..." The terrifying voice responded without much change from within the slowly rotating, deep vortex.
Trissy's facial muscles twitched involuntarily a few times; she still couldn't quite get used to the voice that sounded like the ravings of an evil god.
She paused for a few seconds before saying:
"... I want to know if there's any unconventional way to access the nine secret mausoleums that ' Blood Emperor ' Tudor built to advance to ' Black Emperor '."
The voice of "Mr. Door," seemingly emanating from an unknown location across endless void, emitted a fleeting laugh:
"So that's what it was about..."
"It's not difficult... I'll give you a symbol... You collect the blood of Beyonder from different paths, mix them together... imbue it with Spirituality, and in front of the mausoleum, draw that symbol in the void. That will open the Concealment passage inside..."
As this being spoke, sparks separated from the dark vortex, forming a rather complex symbol in mid-air.
It's like a series of doors stacked haphazardly, from largest to smallest, with no end in sight.
Trissy endured the tearing pain in her spirit, memorized the symbol, and then sought confirmation:
"Do we need all twenty-two Beyonder Pathway?"
"Each pathway requires only the blood of one Beyonder, regardless of their Sequence number."
Approximately how much blood is needed for each route?
Mr. "Door" replied in the same delirious manner as before:
"Yes... not too much... just a small tube will do... enough to draw the entire symbol..."
Although Trissy's expression was Distortion with pain, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth and reveal a slight smile after obtaining crucial information.
This, combined with her overall expression, looked very strange, making her seem like a Lunatic.
Having achieved her main objective, Trissy, in order to ensure a smooth future collaboration with Gehrman Sparrow, asked again:
The Abraham Family wanted to know how to break free from the ancient curse upon them.
The dark vortex remained silent for several seconds, then sighed and said:
"Set up such a ritual... offering one Demigod each from the paths of ' Seer,' ' Apprentice,' and ' Marauder '... Once I emerge from the Storm and pierce through the darkness... the curse will cease to exist..."
Trissy had no interest in how the Abraham Family could escape the ancient curse. After receiving the answer, she could no longer bear it and, while thanking Mr. "Door," began to stop the ritual.
Mr. "Men" did not attempt to incite, threaten, or pollute.
Once the swirling vortex of dark fire dissipated and the ritual ended, Trissy began to Cogitation, spending nearly an hour calming the effects of Mr. Door's ramblings on her.
After doing all this, Trissy found paper and pen, copied the symbol provided by Mr. "Door," and described in detail the answers to the two questions.
Knowing she was being pursued by " Saintess of White " Katarina, and that even more terrifying hunters seemed to be lurking behind, she realized it would be difficult to quickly collect the blood of Beyonder from different pathways. Therefore, she decided to entrust this task to Gehrman Sparrow.
Furthermore, she believed that even if George III and his men were convinced that the secret mausoleum was safe enough and had not been left with too many guards, there must still be necessary precautions inside that she, at only Sequence 4, could not quickly break through and destroy. In that case, she would be intercepted by reinforcements and lose her best opportunity.
Gehrman Sparrow's messenger was even at the Angel level, so the strength of the organization behind him was unimaginable. They had enough power to destroy the mausoleum at a crucial moment and cause the " Black Emperor " ritual to fail.
If you can't do it yourself, of course you should find someone who can to help!
After dropping the letter into a mailbox in the nearby block, Trissy, dressed in a black dress and wearing a black coat, her long, flowing black hair cascading down, walked slowly down the deserted, cold, and dimly lit street. Looking at the glow of the gas streetlights, she gave a self-deprecating laugh:
"Because of a little bit of unwillingness, I've gone this far step by step..."
"You're lucky, at least I'll avenge you..."
"And if I die, no one will remember me except those who hate me..."
After receiving Trissy's letter from the messenger, Klein sat down and read it several times.
Before attempting to verify the authenticity of Divination. "Door's" method above the Gray Fog, he subconsciously considered how quickly he could collect the blood from all twenty-two Beyonder Pathway:
"This symbol is very similar to the one on the back of Miss ' Magician's' chair... ' The Seer ' can use his... ' Apprentice ' to find Miss ' Magician ', and incidentally give her some writing pressure... ' The Marauder ' has three options: Marionettization to create a mosquito to bite Hibbert; obtain it from the ' Vice Admiral Iceberg's' third mate named ' Flower Bow Tie '; ask old man Leonard for..."
"The ' Spectator ' route, Miss ' Justice '... The ' Bard ' route, Little ' The Sun '... The ' Storm ' route, Mr. ' The Hanged Man '... The ' Reader ' route, ' Vice Admiral Iceberg ' or that Demigod named Luca... ' Mystery Pryer,' the second mate searching for the ' The Hermit ' lady, ' Bloodless ' Heath Doyle..."
"The ' Corpse Collector ' pathway, Patrick Bryan of the Spirituality Religion... The ' Sleepless ' pathway, the poet classmate... The ' Warrior ' pathway, most of the people of City of Silver or Father Utravsky..."
"' The Planter,' Frank... ' The Apothecary, 'Emlyn..."
"' Arbiter,' Miss Hugh... ' Lawyer,' the Marionette Qonas..."
"' Hunter,' Danitz or Anderson... ' Witch,' let Trissy provide that herself..."
"' Prisoner,' Miss Sharron or Maric... ' Criminal,' that's not available for now..."
"' The Mystery Pryer,' the ' The Hermit ' lady... ' The Reader,' Frank's lab assistant..."
"' Monster,' the Marionette Enuni..."
"From this perspective, most of them can be obtained in a very short time, and the corresponding channels are trustworthy enough to believe I won't curse them with blood... Trissy, that Witch, definitely has a way to sever the connection between the blood and the body, and won't object... Only the ' Devil,' although I've encountered a few, have either died or escaped, and currently there's a lack of suitable candidates..."
"Hmm, ask Little ' The Sun ' City of Silver if they have any Devil flesh in stock; they encounter it quite often over there..."
Unbeknownst to him, upon closer reflection, Klein discovered that in less than two years since his transmigration, he had already established relatively deep connections with most of the Beyonder Pathway Sequence.
He immediately reined in his wandering thoughts and seriously considered Mr. "Door's" escape ritual:
"We must separately sacrifice Demigod each of the ' Marauder,' ' Apprentice,' and ' Seer '... These are three interchangeable paths... Is Mr. 'Door' going to cleverly open the passage back by temporarily combining these three paths?"
"... Catching Demigod through these three pathways is not easy. It might have been possible when the Abraham Family was at its peak, but after the High-Sequence individuals were wiped out in the ' War of the Four Emperors ' and its aftermath, there is basically no hope left..."
"If Mr. 'Door' could be more patient and give his descendants more time to grow, there might be hope. But why does He keep calling for help, killing off one promising descendant after another..."
"Has He gone mad? Lunatic who looks like a normal person?"
Klein pondered for a while, burned the letter, and entered the Gray Fog to perform two Divination.
The revelations he received were: the method to enter the secret tomb was real, and Mr. "Door's" return ceremony was also real.
Klein sat silently in the high-backed chair for a long while, staring at the pendulum in his hand.
After a few minutes, he pulled and clenched his left hand tightly around the citrine pendant, muttering to himself:
"We're just waiting for the ' Bizarro Sorcerer ' Potion to be fully digested before the ceremony with George III..."