Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 648: The Traveler Returns Home

Light the candles with spirituality, and in the flames that emit the laurel light, offer a sacrifice to break the seal.

One of the "sacrifices" was standing in the center of the sand pattern at this moment. Following the voice that emerged in his heart, he recited in ancient Feysac:

"The Great Gate of Ten Thousand Doors..."

Medici, who had been standing very far away and unwilling to get close to the altar, had an attitude of watching the fun from beginning to end.

But when he saw the candlelight on the altar become distorted, Medici suddenly turned his head and said, "Little Crow, there should not be a strong enough connection before the recitation of the Honorific Name to support the ceremony to start immediately. Is there something wrong?"

Amon just said "hmm", sounding not very enthusiastic about this topic, but his eyes were fixed on Esther. Esther stood at the edge of the pattern, paying close attention to Verdu who had his back to her, as well as the overall status of the sacrificial ceremony.

She looked very focused, with her hands clasped in front of her, and flowing silver light looming in her eyes.

"The leader of the endless starry sky..."

The change happened suddenly.

The three offerings, which were originally placed on the stone that served as the altar and were located in adjacent paths, suddenly made a slight "puff" sound, as if a balloon was pumped with too much air, and instantly exploded into a large amount of blood foam.

The scattered blood clots splashed on his face, and some extraordinary power contained in them even made Verdu feel the pain of being burned for a moment.

But the pain disappeared in the next second, and the scene in front of him was covered with a layer of hazy light and shadow, which made him feel relieved. He tried to stand still without moving. Of course, Verdu didn't have much strength now, which suppressed his survival instinct to run away.

This was not what a normal sacrifice should be like, Verdu knew it in his heart, but he had already stepped deeply into the net and could not take any step out. He could only let the blood mist spread in the air and swell in his fearful heartbeat.

Medici just laughed at this scene and lowered his voice further: "Aren't you afraid that the little sparrow will harm you? This ceremony was not arranged by you..."

Amon then glanced at Medici: "You don't really think this kind of talk is useful?"

Verdu shook his head, calmed down a bit, and continued to read aloud:

"The key to all the mysterious worlds—"

The blood mist that was originally just floating on the stone suddenly agitated violently, and Verdu even thought that something was about to squeeze out of it - however, his spirit was only screaming for a sense of crisis, and could not take action on behalf of his body.

The sense of calm surrounding Verdu had already transformed into a more condensed entity, which excluded the blood mist that was trying to expand and completely fixed Verdu in place.

The victim closest to the blood mist was protected, and scarlet began to wander on the pattern with the symbols drawn on it, as if confused by the power that bound it. Enveloped in three extraordinary characteristics, through the moment of communication with Mr. "Gate", it briefly gained the will from a higher class.

Esther knew clearly that “He” was not looking for more sacrifices, but for herself. She was not sure whether Amon could also hear the mournful calls and accusations coming from the blood mist—a mother looking for her “half child”.

Esther had thought about it from the beginning. Verdu was not the bait, but she was. Only in this way could she divert the pollution from the "door" to the greatest extent.

Verdu took a deep breath, listened to the gentle voice in his heart, and repeated it word by word, trying not to let his teeth bite his trembling tongue:

"I pray to you, I pray that you come into this world!"

The blood mist that was originally spreading outward expanded and shrank again. After the lines on the ground lit up, it suddenly sank downwards, filling every groove drawn on the sand.

The colorful light was stripped from the blood mist, outlining many symbols in the air. They leaped and overlapped, then rose rapidly until Verdu had to look up.

The star-filled door appeared here majestically after the scarlet faded away, as if it had always been there overlooking Verdu in front of it, and as if it was forcibly dragged into the real world to gain entity after hearing his prayer.

The soft light flickered in front of Verdu's eyes. He saw the door, the thick darkness and the howling storm inside the door, and felt the evil breath coming from under his feet - all of this exceeded Verdu's limit. He should have exploded madly into a part of the blood mist, but at this moment he still maintained his shaky sanity.

Verdu, calm down, calm down...

Verdu couldn't even tell whether the soothing voice came from himself or the lady standing behind him. Perhaps there was still a bit of stubborn pride that was supporting his trembling legs to stand upright.

Esther could observe a much more comprehensive situation than Verdu. She lowered her eyes slightly and saw that the blood color that had been integrated into the magic circle was trying its best to leave new traces, crawling and wriggling like an earthworm, trying to extend in her direction.

It was not spreading very fast. The three extraordinary characteristics had died, and the remaining spirituality could not support such an action. It had to have a deeper connection with reality to complete the exploration of Esther, such as the contaminated life form.

Esther did not move, but simply refocused her gaze on the towering gate, allowing the blood line on the beach to get closer and closer to her.

Amon squinted his eyes and looked at the door: "Not quite the same..."

"What's different?" Medici's expression as he watched the fun became much more serious. They were farther away and could see more clearly the changes in the magic circle spreading outward.

"The passage has become...normal."

Amon stroked his monocle, choosing between eager curiosity and patient waiting. Since Esther didn't call him, it meant that it wasn't time for him to help.

Unlike the door made of flesh and blood in that memory, the sealed door that Verdu is now leading to reality is the plain and simple one it should be.

The door shook, darkness and storms rose and fell violently, and the barrier they had been struggling to maintain was broken by the ritual. The passage to reality was not stable, so the life form trapped in the seal stepped towards the real world and reached out its hand.

The candle on the altar was still burning. Neither the blood mist nor the door could cause it to collapse. The dim, soft candlelight was still swaying gently in front of the door. Although it looked like it would be extinguished by the strong wind at any time, it was still able to maintain its existence.

A swollen, twisted arm stretched out from the darkness inside the door. The two-meter-long monster arm grabbed the air twice and then fell on the door next to it.

After grabbing the fulcrum, it slammed outwards, breaking through the darkness, revealing more clumps of flesh. As if it had already felt the freedom of the real world, it squeezed out of the door faster and faster.

The blood on the ground had already outlined a new circle, which closed just under Esther's feet and surrounded her as well.

Esther glanced in Amon's direction, but Amon just shook his head at her because he felt that it was not the right time yet.

This made Esther feel a little helpless. She didn't know whether Amon "trusted" her too much or wanted to wait and see if she was sincere in her "prayer". In either case, he had no good intentions.

Esther clasped her hands together in front of her in a prayer position, and then she closed her eyes.

As if touched by an invisible force, the candle burned to the bottom in an instant, completely transformed into a gentle light curtain. The mutant body squeezed out of the door and just took a step towards Verdu, it was completely covered by the rising candlelight.

Then the huge monster that looked like a pile of blood clots became illusory and misty, like a cloak covering the reality, revealing the human figure underneath:

His figure was far less substantial than flesh and blood. It was like a glass doll made up of several illusory light balls. While reflecting countless alien planets, it was trying in vain to maintain its image as a "human" instead of collapsing into a flesh and blood door leading to the outside of the barrier.

Even so, it was not difficult to see his original general appearance. This middle-aged man had a serious face, and his black hair mixed with a few white hairs was flying due to spiritual agitation. When he looked up, his blue eyes that appeared like ripples were now covered with large bloodshot, almost completely dyed crimson.

But those eyes stayed on Verdu's face, separated by a curtain of flowing light, and a trance surged in them.

Of course he couldn't recognize Verdu, but the bloodline and the summoning ritual that connected the two parties allowed the person who broke the seal to recognize him naturally - that was his descendant, who seemed to be at the center of some kind of sacrificial ceremony.

That’s right, it was a sacrifice, and a young man from Abraham’s family.

Ah...Abraham, who is it?

Esther opened her clasped palms outward, and the water droplets she had just picked up from the long river of fate were released back to the origin, falling into the fate of all that belonged to "Bethel Abraham".

Stir up a thousand waves.

The ground that was originally soaked in crimson suddenly revealed a long silver river. The evil spirit attached to it began to burn like a candle. The gentle light spread out from the soles of Esther's feet and quickly filled all the traces on the sand.

The fragmented streams of light were reflected on the long river which was neither too far nor too near, and more and more water droplets were constantly rolled up from it. They vibrated, and suddenly turned into thin threads in the coordinated humming sound like a minor tune, and quickly weaved a large grid.

Each grid reflects a memory of Bethel Abraham - on earth or in the starry sky, on a journey or in his homeland.

Esther's palms, which had just been opened, suddenly closed again. With the sound of crisp clapping, the huge net of silver light was lit up by the commander and was lifted up from the bottom, making it difficult for the monster that stepped out from behind the door to move forward.

The surrounded prey suddenly transformed into the master of the overall ritual, and the effect was countered on the life that broke through the seal. The blood-red, twisted phantom of the monster was pushed by the invisible giant grid, roaring and retreating a few points. Correspondingly, the figure with a human appearance became more and more solid.

The middle-aged man gradually opened his eyes and subconsciously took a step towards Verdu.

The traveler who had been wandering in the seal for a thousand years suddenly remembered where he came from.

The descendant of Abraham bent down in pain and gradually curled up on the ground. The years that did not belong to his memory were rapidly merging into his spirit. He just closed his eyes tightly and let the influx of memories overwhelm him and overwrite the life of Verdu Abraham.

The flesh and blood with a pair of blue eyes was real, but what walked out was only a confused shadow. As the memory became closer and closer to reality, he instinctively took one step forward, then two steps.

However, those blurry eyes also showed worry and fear.

Bethel looked up at the woman leading the ceremony: "No, you can't--"

He must not return to the real world. Once he returns, he will bring disaster to reality and bring back the pollution of the Outer Gods.

Take back the place you have been longing for.

Bethel realized that he had walked out of the seal, and even his feet were firmly on the sand, and the painful groan of the descendant of Abraham's family was only one step away from him.

Esther looked at the eyes that rebuked her, smiled slightly, and then shouted: "Amon!"

The urged "thief" clicked his monocle, and with a sense of evil, he opened a passage above the ritual site and used other forces to tear out another "door".

It was more like a wound nearly a hundred meters long, violently tearing apart the stable world, and constantly emitting a dizzying and tinnitus-inducing roar due to being rejected.

When the seawater mixed with strong spirituality poured down from above her head like a rainstorm, the smile on Esther's face disappeared instantly. She did not curse directly, but just regretted why she believed that Amon would complete this task "ordinarily".

Fortunately, Medici was beside Amon, and he helped Esther vent her depression. Even if the cursing voices were all dispersed by the force that tore apart reality, it was difficult to block the anger in Medici.

A boat fell into the crack along with the water.

When Esther saw it clearly, she couldn't help but open her eyes wide with a sigh of joy.

The hull is surrounded by colorful foam, which makes it retain its mysterious and dreamy temperament even in its embarrassment. The raised sails are full of holes, and the warm wood-colored hull is full of cracks, silently telling that it has survived a difficult day.

The edges of the pirate flag with a four-leaf clover painted on it were also tattered, but it was still waving violently, as if waving to a long-lost friend.

There were even three people standing at the bow, two of them were shouting excitedly, and the other one was standing farther away, his face full of gratitude for being alive, but he did not relax his vigilance against changes in the surroundings.

It wasn't just them. Esther saw the crow standing on the bow. Although birds didn't have as many facial expressions as humans, Esther could tell that it was gloating.

As agreed with Amon, the ritual required something that could break the balance of extraordinary power - but what she originally thought of was the uniqueness from the old world.

It is definitely not a steam-hybrid ship that is almost marinated in the Old World!

Then, the "Clover" fell from the sky and smashed into the door that summoned the "Door" to return.