franphil Chapter 434 The Opening of the Door
Chapter 434 The Opening of the Door
Chapter 434 The Opening of the Door
Are you a descendant of the Abrahamic family?
The voice was somewhat ethereal and a little shrill, but it sounded exceptionally weathered and magically ethereal.
"Are you an ancestor?"
Despite having no proof of identity, Dorian recognized Mr. Men solely through the guidance of blood ties.
This is the ancestor of the Abraham family, the King of Angels, the first tier below the gods, the legendary man known as Mr. Door, Bethel Abraham.
At this moment, the veins on Dorian's forehead began to become increasingly transparent, with invisible starlight seemingly twinkling within them. His eyes were filled with fine filaments, and his flesh and blood looked as if they were about to vaporize. Yet, a deep red hue spread from the tip of the Star Staff, like super glue, temporarily holding his collapsing body together.
"it's me."
"Has Abraham given birth to a new sorcerer?"
"Whose help did you receive?"
The sound penetrated through numerous barriers, seemingly carrying a heavy emotion, yet it was indistinct.
"Ancestor, I don't know. He said it was related to the Tamara family, but after we contacted the Tamara family, we felt it wasn't. He gave me a protective charm that made me immune to the Full Moon Curse, but I know the charm's power is directed towards..."
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Duo Liang'an's face grew increasingly distorted, and he showed signs of losing control, but he still... still honestly answered Mr. Men's questions. Only after he had answered everything did he ask with utter confusion and pain, "Ancestor, why?"
Why are you the source of the Full Moon Curse?
Even though the Abraham family has suffered all kinds of pain and lost a lot of its blood relatives over the past two thousand years, and has come this far by risking certain death to reach the stars," Dorian asked with all his might, but it was not so sharp.
Mr. Men seemed to pause for a moment, as if he didn't want to deceive this dying descendant, or as if he felt there was no need to do so, "because I, in my long exile, have gone mad."
"You are a descendant of Abraham, you should know how dangerous the starry sky is for high-sequence beings."
This is an explanation, not an apology.
Mr. Men explained, and Dorian understood, giving a bitter laugh.
"I might be in trouble today."
Dorian's spiritual life force was rapidly drained by the Star Staff in his hand. This staff seemed to have a better positioning ability than any coordinate. A transparent starlight gate was slowly opening, and on the other side of the gate was endless darkness.
"This is not your fault, child."
"You're not responsible for my mistakes, and things aren't as bad as you think."
Almost instantly, the door, which could only be heard from afar and separated by countless spatial barriers, appeared in front of Dorian. This was incredibly fast, and even before the starlight gate opened, the appearance of that gate seemed like a mere illusion.
This is a middle-aged man with starry black hair mixed with a few white hairs and clear blue eyes like a starry sea. His appearance is similar to that of a vampire duke in the imagination. It is unknown whether he was originally like this or was tortured into his current appearance during his long exile.
"You can rest now. Just think of it as a dream. Everything will be alright when you wake up."
Mr. Men raised his hand, and the Dorian in front of him shattered like a mirror image. The deep red blood shadows that were wrapped around it tried to climb back onto Xiu's body, until they were blocked by an invisible air wall. The blood shadows tried to pass through this air wall, but a thick gray-white mist spread around them at some unknown time.
"It's like we've become brothers."
"Even though it's just a formality, blood is thicker than water."
From the gray mist, an Eastern man emerged slowly, wearing a black velvet cloak, black gloves, and holding a starlight scepter.
"How should I address you?"
"The hermit? Jacob? Or something else?"
Bethel Abraham looked at his familiar old man, and the conflict between his two personalities, the madness deep in his heart, the struggle and pain, all seemed to be guided, healed and corrected in this almost real dream.
"You can call me Xia Ran."
My family has a history spanning five thousand years.
Xia Er smiled, clearly feeling that the depth of five thousand years of civilization was a source of pride in this world.
After all, the time span from the birth of the Celestial Venerable's consciousness, or rather, the time span from the emergence of his independent consciousness, may not even be five thousand years.
He took advantage of Dorian's promotion to deceive this descendant of Abraham. Just as the other party was about to complete his promotion, he constructed a near-realistic dream, using Abraham's bloodline, Abraham's level 0 sealed artifact, and the authority of the "end" and the "dream".
Mr. Jiang seized the opportunity, broke free from the seal, returned to the end of reality, and placed it in the dream.
The shattered Dorian was merely a mirror image. Xia'er had prepared an anti-addiction feature for this old man who had finally managed to stand up. When he was about to die, the mirror image shattered, and his consciousness automatically detached.
"If we include the history of the New World, then it has a civilization foundation of ten thousand years."
"You are more suited than anyone else to be a 'perfect person,' and you truly are perfect."
Even a master of other dimensions like Mr. Men was amazed by Xia Er's skill at this moment.
Based on the real world, a near-real dream world is constructed, connecting to the ocean of the collective unconscious. Then, through the Star Staff, a part of the scene in the gray fog space is reproduced as a platform for the dialogue between the two.
Even a door that grasps the concept of space must abide by the rules here. If he wants to use this platform as a springboard to escape the sealed land, then it's hard to say whether the door he opens will lead to another sealed land, or an even more dangerous place.
Mr. Door could try to open the door and run away, but it was hard to say whether the landing point behind the door would be changed after he opened it. He knew very well that this person didn't care and was even happy to see him fall into another big pit.
If you use a platform set up by the other party, you're almost guaranteed to get scammed.
This kind of full utilization of mystery, props, and location truly makes him a master of creating myths.
"Perfect?"
"Are you referring to the resilience and spiritual compatibility I've developed through interacting with various channels?"
With a snap of his fingers, Xia Er reappeared in the gray mist space, the high-backed chair belonging to the angel. Threads of invisible black silk floated around, like wandering tentacles or the silk spun by a spider, weaving a large net hidden behind the gray mist in the dream.
Mr. Men's eyes sparkled, so of course he could see these things. He gave a somewhat helpless smile. Being able to simulate the Fool's Path's signature ability, the Spirit Thread, without relying on any external objects, was already quite bizarre.