After entering Hell's Gate, Sharlot immediately felt an extremely pungent smell of sulfur.
His body felt incredibly hot and dry, as if he had entered a desert with temperatures of seventy or eighty degrees Celsius.
The ground was covered in magma spewing flames.
The Dark Creatures all around seemed particularly fond of humans.
As soon as they saw Sharlot intruding into the Dark Dimension, they all gathered around with ill intent.
However, perhaps because the system had made him an Innate Dark Magic Saint Body, these Dark Creatures, whose mere sight was chilling, approached and sniffed Sharlot.
Then they left as if nothing had happened.
Some smaller Dark Creatures seemed particularly fond of Sharlot, even crouching down and rubbing against Sharlot's pant leg like a puppy begging for attention.
Sharlot looked at the intimate attitude of the several Dark Creatures at his feet, raised an eyebrow, and fell into thought.
"Their reaction to me, besides the system granting me an Innate Dark Magic Saint Body making them perceive me as one of their own, should also be due to the effect of Hell's Gate.
After all, Hell's Gate, in addition to being able to transmit across dimensions, can also control the Dark Creatures within to a certain extent!
Although with my current level, the Dark Creatures approaching are still just a few small fry.
But as my proficiency in controlling Hell's Gate improves later..."
Sharlot took a deep breath.
He looked at the Dark Creatures that almost filled the entire blood-red sky.
He clenched his fist tightly.
"Later, the entire Dark Dimension will obey my command!
I will become an existence beyond Dormammu!"
"But... I should first think about what I need to do next."
The thought of running away just now was sudden.
After all, he had only just transmigrated to the Marvel Universe ten minutes ago.
According to his original plan, he wanted to stand out in front of this group of Apprentice Sorcerers.
This would grant him the privilege of freely entering and exiting the Kamar-Taj library during his apprenticeship.
From there, he would continuously learn magic to cope with future internal and external crises.
But who would have thought that Mordo, who was most hateful of Dark Magic, would be there at the time!
He was forced to run away!
And all his previous calculations had gone to waste.
After all, he had successfully escaped from Kamar-Taj with great difficulty.
There was no way he would go back to the library to secretly learn magic again.
Once Mordo realized he had been tricked, wouldn't his actions be like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, or catching a turtle in a jar!
So... for him now, the optimal solution was to go to the New York Sanctum!
Because the dark magic system he was bound to, in addition to possessing an Innate Dark Magic Saint Body that could convert any magic he learned into Dark Magic, could also transform ordinary weapons and tools into the Dark Magic category!
And Sharlot remembered that on the second floor of the New York Sanctum, there were a large number of magic tools!
Not to mention anything else, just that red cloak of levitation made Sharlot extremely envious!
"I remember in Doctor Strange 2, the cloak of levitation was eventually composed of a group of black undead.
It looked very dark and cool!
If I can also use the system to transform it into that when I go to the New York Sanctum later..."
Thinking of this, Sharlot's eyes lit up.
He had just experienced the power of Hell's Gate, a Dark Magic, compared to traditional White magic Portals.
If he could further transform the cloak of levitation into the Dark Magic category, wouldn't his strength increase even more!?
Thinking of this, Sharlot no longer hesitated.
He opened Hell's Gate and arrived on the second floor of the New York Sanctum... On the other side, at Kamar-Taj, in the Sorcerer Supreme's hall.
The Sorcerer Ancient One, dressed in plain clothes, unhurriedly brewed tea.
Her every movement was natural and flawless, exuding a sense of returning to simplicity, like a great image without form, a great sound without voice.
Every appearance of the Sorcerer Ancient One, whether speaking or moving, carried a unique rhythm and charm.
At first glance, one felt as if facing a wise presence.
The reason for this was her many years of cultivating the Vishanti Meditation Technique.
Through the Meditation Technique, one could establish a mind-body connection with the Vishanti Trinity.
The longer one cultivated, the higher one's level of existence.
Then, one would become less concerned about anything happening in the World.
Just like now.
Although Mordo, uncharacteristically, rushed into the hall in a hurry, seemingly with something urgent to report, Ancient One's movements and rhythm remained as usual.
She spoke softly, "Mordo, did you forget what I told you before? The calmer your mind, the more intimate and stable our connection with the Vishanti becomes.
When it comes to actual combat, you won't make elementary mistakes like unstable magic casting."
"Wang, give Mordo a cup of tea."
"Drink it before you speak."
Wang, who looked a bit portly and honest, nodded.
He said succinctly, "Okay."
Then he picked up a cup of hot tea and handed it over.
Wang's habit of being concise and unsmiling was learned from the Sorcerer Ancient One.
In his opinion, excessive communication with outsiders would make the mind too restless, which was not conducive to establishing a connection with the Vishanti.
Mordo, who had run all the way from the training ground and was panting heavily, looked at the two in front of him.
He felt helpless.
He knew that without finishing this cup of hot tea, he wouldn't have a chance to speak.
So, he disregarded the scalding hot tea in the cup.
He gulped it down in one go.
Then, ignoring his bubbling hot mouth, he quickly said, "Sorcerer Ancient One, it's bad!
Someone is using Dark Magic in our Kamar-Taj!"
As soon as he spoke, Wang, who had been calm and collected, suddenly showed a look of surprise.
The teapot in his hand slipped, fell to the ground with a crash, and shattered into pieces.
He exclaimed, "What!? Someone is using Dark Magic!? Does that mean a Dark Magician has invaded Kamar-Taj!?
Oh my goodness!
Mordo! What were you doing just now!
Why didn't you tell us in time!"
Watching the usually concise Wang suddenly babble like a chatterbox, Mordo's mouth twitched.
He was almost laughing with anger in his heart.
Why didn't I report it in time?
Wasn't it you, you fatso, who handed me the hot tea?
My mouth is practically blistering right now!
And you ask why?
Do you have any conscience, you bastard!
Just as Old Wang was stunned and Mordo was frantically complaining in his heart, the Sorcerer Ancient One still maintained her stable aura, like Mount Tai.
She gently rotated her right hand counter-clockwise.
The eye of agamotto on her chest emitted a green light.
The shattered teapot returned to Wang's hand, perfectly intact.
She looked at Mordo and spoke softly, "Mordo, come.
Tell me, what is all this about?"