Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 286: The Black Gate (Request for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 286: Chapter 286: The Black Gate (Request for Monthly Pass)

"The ritual you are holding is predominantly used by the followers of the Master of Black Blood..."

Julie said, "But there’s no need to be too nervous. Before ascending the Golden Sky Tower, all mystical people don’t need to make an immediate decision... And in fact, I’m not targeting you, but rather most of the extraordinary, who can’t even reach the Crimson River, let alone the Tower of Glory..."

"Nevertheless, using the same school of nameless techniques and rituals will clearly lay a solid foundation for what follows..."

Zhong Shenxiu suddenly understood.

"Yes, you are quite clever," Julie was somewhat surprised.

Although everything was still under control and progressing as planned, it was just moving slightly quicker.

But could Li Wei’s learning and understanding, even his ability to accept, be too astonishing?

A fleeting anomaly crossed her mind, but as she felt the substantial amount of US Dollars in her handbag, it was quickly suppressed.

"Let’s stop here for today; I come every other day to have a drink... Next time, we can discuss our experiences with mystical knowledge."

Julie elegantly stood up and left the office.

...

Zhong Shenxiu’s hands rested on the desk, his gaze profound.

"A sacrifice to the darkness?"

He went to the secret room and casually picked up a bottle of green absinthe.

"The spiritual materials it requires are few, only two... and, it seems, I could make do with what the Wizard could provide..."

Zhong Shenxiu picked up tongs and lifted a peculiar, withered petal from the wooden rack beside him, setting it to burn over an alcohol lamp.

A mesmerizing fragrance instantly spread around him.

His look was somewhat hazy, but his hands kept moving as he opened the cocktail shaker and added the absinthe...

’Creating real Spiritual Wine not only requires the recipe and steps but more importantly, the involvement of one’s own spirit...’

’This kind of spirit, akin to the infusion of intense emotions, has no quantifiable standard.’

’Thus, mystical potions can only rely on individual Pharmacists’ mixtures, with high failure rates... Any mass production is even more wishful thinking...’

Zhong Shenxiu’s thoughts gradually wandered until he realized in front of him stood a mojito, dark green in color, continuously bubbling, with a layer of white mist swirling around the surface and spreading outward.

’I didn’t add dry ice...’

He muttered to himself, not recklessly trying to drink it, but rather reopened "The Transformation of Blood."

Although this book did not teach how to traverse the Dark Door, undoubtedly, hidden within those seemingly nonsensical praises and hymns, were the methods to meditate, astral project, roam the Spirit Realm, and reach the Dark Door!

Zhong Shenxiu let down his guard, allowing those chaotic and mad words to stir his mind.

His will relaxed, and his mind grew hazy.

He seemed to hear a clear and pleasant song by his ear, snapping him back to reality.

At that moment, he realized he was standing on an open field.

The surroundings were blurry, as if shrouded in a layer of grey mist.

"Is this the Spirit Realm? Fascinating!"

Zhong Shenxiu nodded, looking at himself; there seemed to be no difference from the outside, but his revolver at his waist and the dagger inside his sleeve were nowhere to be seen.

The only thing still in his hand was the mojito, continually emitting white dense mist.

"Indeed... it can be brought in here, this feeling, it’s very similar to a dream."

Zhong Shenxiu took two steps forward and saw a two-story red-tiled building whose surface was already covered with cracks and vines, with countless fungi growing rampantly... as if it had been deserted for a long time.

"Vision and physical strength have also weakened a lot... which makes sense, now what sustains my thinking is not the brain but my own spirit, and the same goes for maintaining bodily movements."

This actually creates a very sad situation, where people with weak spirits who come here will even find their thoughts turning slowly, unable to think quickly, or run freely, ending up like they have dementia.

Fortunately, influenced by Zhong Shenxiu, Li Wei’s innate talents might not be impressive, but his spirit had been amplified, which attracted Julie’s attention.

"Hmm... The sense of direction and the passage of time still exist here, just a bit blurred, similar to the feeling of being drunk..."

"It seems that only by reaching deeper into the Spirit Realm will true changes in direction occur, and time shatter..."

After confirming this, Zhong Shenxiu picked a direction and started running.

For other mystic apprentices, achieving this would require rigorous training and prolonged meditation.

But Zhong Shenxiu seemed to be born with this ability, naturally knowing how.

As he ran, the scenery on both sides quickly receded, and he emerged beyond the building into a wilderness.

All around was silent, occasionally one could see a strange black tree splitting into three branches, resembling a trident.

"In ’The Book of Transformative Blood’, there seems to be a similar scene described, these trident trees are the best guides..."

Zhong Shenxiu looked at the dark green liquid in his hand.

Unknowingly, the wine glass had disappeared, but the liquid didn’t scatter or slip away, instead staying in his hand, with wisps of white mist constantly streaming out.

The white mist flowed sinuously, and didn’t directly flow downwards but pointed in one direction.

"Hmm? Different from the direction indicated by the trident tree?"

Zhong Shenxiu’s pupils constricted, "Is there a problem? Who is lying?"

"No, ’The Book of Transformative Blood’ and this formula both came from Julie, she had no reason to do this... Could it be the fault of the original author?"

He thought for a moment and quickly walked in the direction indicated by the white mist.

Time passed indeterminably, and suddenly before Zhong Shenxiu, a vast dark shadow that blotted out the sky appeared.

—It was a gate, no, a massive wall, a black, towering wall!

It didn’t even have a boundary but kept extending to both sides... stretching all the way to the edge of Zhong Shenxiu’s sight...

"A gate of darkness?"

Zhong Shenxiu commented wryly, "This is clearly a wall of darkness!"

At that moment, he seemed to hear a sigh from ancient times, and from the wall, faint crying sounds seemed to emerge.

He thought for a while and didn’t approach immediately but changed direction, exploring along the dark wall.

Time passed unknowably, the white mist in his hand had dissipated, and the dark green liquid also vanished without a trace.

"Expired, huh..."

Zhong Shenxiu sighed, surveying the still towering black wall before him, silently standing, continually extending to both sides, looking exactly the same as when he first saw it, as if he hadn’t moved at all.

"But in reality... it has a curvature, albeit very slight... still an inward arc... thus both directions are correct, both leading to the gate of darkness!"

Zhong Shenxiu understood somewhat the essence of the gate of darkness.

It is a circular wall, safeguarding the peripheral area of the Spirit Realm that corresponds to the real world!

Yes, for everyone, the gate of darkness is a form of protection!

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