'What could go wrong in Kamar Taj?'

  This question flashed through Luke's mind.

  At this time, the future Sorcerer Supreme, Doctor Strange wasn't even an embryo yet.

  The predetermined successor hadn't appeared, and the Ancient One was stabbed by a traitor, so she was out of the way. She took advantage of the opportunity for early retirement. For the time being, there was no need for her to come out.

  "Then go directly to Greenwich Village."

  Luke murmured.

  He planned to make a trip to the New York Sanctum first.

  Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D's work wasn't urgent.

  Instead of focusing on all kinds of boring documents.

  It was better to go to Kathmandu for a relaxing break than to attend one social gathering and boring meeting one after another.

  He didn't forget that Sorcerer Supreme had previously agreed to open Kamar Taj's magic training course for himself.

  'Let Howard rest for a while. Taking him to Kamar Taj to train with the fierce masters now would probably completely empty this guy's body. '

  Luke thought silently while watching the scenery outside the window.

  The elder vampire Amelia's 'squeezing to the last drop' ability was one of the best.

  Howard, whose physical quality was just ordinary, was no match.

  Back pains, weakness, and exhaustion were normal.

  Even if he didn't get the upper hand, it was considered strong enough.

  After about 40 minutes of driving, Luke arrived at Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village.

  Since becoming a Superman and having a friendly conversation with Sorcerer Supreme, the three sanctums no longer refused his visits and were very kind to him.

  "General, please come in."

  The building for the New York Sanctum seemed to be surrounded by magical devices similar to sensory boundaries.

  Luke had just stepped out of the car when the same Master Nico who had greeted him before appeared at the door at the right time.

  The dark face was still covered with the same mysterious smile that inexplicably made people want to kick it very hard.

  "Peggy, you should go home first. Help me put off the Pentagon and White House meetings. Just say I have other things to deal with."

  Luke turned to the commander of S.H.I.E.L.D. and said so.

  His intuition told him that the masters of the New York Sanctum had approached him and that it wouldn't be a minor problem.

  "Okay. But the President … Never mind, it would have to wait until you come back."

  Carter's brow furrowed slightly, wanting to say something.

  Luke noticed the female agent's odd behavior but didn't ask any more questions, as Master Nico was still waiting at the entrance to the sanctum.

  "General, Master Russell already knows about your visit. Tea is ready in the reception room on the second floor."

  Luke, who had been here several times, was familiar with it and went straight up the stairs.

  He pushed open the second-to-last room in the corridor, and in the ancient parlor, an old man with a white beard was sitting there.

  The other party who Master Nico called Russell, was also the Master of the New York Sanctum.

  In fact, the Sorcerer Supreme had built a system that actually treated Kamar Taj as a talent development organization.

  The disciples who were willing to stay and follow him or her were trained and mentored.

  If they were qualified, it wouldn't conflict with the competition.

  After graduation, they would be assigned to one of the three sanctums and go to various places to perform missions.

  Only those who performed well and were gifted were qualified to be the Masters of the sanctums.

  Don't judge Russell by his old age and slow speech.

  If he could be the Head of the New York Sanctum, obviously he would be a strong, muscular man —— the kind who could kill a Bengal tiger with one punch.

  Today's masters have long gotten rid of the weak image of the past.

  Every day lifting weights, exercise, wearing heavy armor, or lifting a giant sword, yoke, and axe, everything was qualified!

  Because when signing a contract and borrowing the strength of the dimensions, they needed to pay a price.

  Without a strong enough body, they would die after a few years.

  "Please sit, Lieutenant General Cavill."

  Master Russell, smiling kindly, handed over a cup of good tea.

  This old man with white beard was interested in Chinese culture.

  The tea ceremony was one of them.

  "Well, it's an improvement over the last one. Master's understanding of tea making and tea drinking has grown more and more profound."

  Luke looked down and sniffed, and there was a fresh scent pouring in.

  Holding a porcelain cup in his hand, he took a sip of the translucent tea.

  The taste was delicate and mellow, with a bit of sweetness in the bitterness.

  "Ha, ha, ha. I think Mr. Cavill has the best taste."

  Master Russell, who was praised, nodded with satisfaction.

  "People in the sanctum only drink vodka, whiskey, and soda! They don't know how good tea is."

  Luke looked at the old man with the white beard, who talked in a very amusing way.

  "Master Russell, did you have someone visit S.H.I.E.L.D. to find me?"

  After a few minutes of casual conversation to set the mood, he cut to the chase.

  "Hmm, General Cavill, the Sorcerer Supreme is no longer in Kamar Taj. Before she left, she specially told me that if we encountered any difficult problems, we should call you …"

  The old master cleared his throat and slowly said so.

  'Ancient One wasn't in Kamar Taj?'

  Luke's eyes flashed as if he had a hunch.

  'Could it be that a certain timeline had gone awry and needed the Sorcerer Supreme to restore order?'

  "What can I do to help the three sanctums? "

  Luke smiled and kept his mouth modest, but inwardly he thought, 'Sorcerer Supreme wouldn't take advantage of the business trip to rest and relax, right?'

  According to the Ancient One's easy-going style, the possibility of this wasn't low.

  "As General Cavill is aware, there was an energy fluctuation in Temple of the Three's monitoring network about a few days ago."

  Master Russell raised his right hand. The ring on it glowed brightly and emitted a wave of magic power.

  As a high-level master, the original tedious incantations and spell arrays were as easy as pulling open a portal in a snap.

  Luke put down his teacup, followed the old master, who got up and went in.

  Dang! Dang! Dang!

  Bells echoed.

  A cloud of green smoke swirled around as if they were in a temple.

  "This is … Kamar Taj."

  Luke paused for a moment and hesitated slightly.

  The legendary Kamar Taj was a holy place in the eyes of the masters and also the center of the three sanctums!

  What was the old master doing by bringing him here?

  "Please come with me."

  Master Russell, who remained mysterious, acted as a guide.

  Luke followed suit and followed closely.

  He looked around, sizing up the place that was shrouded in a veil of mystery.

  He could see towers standing like a stone forest, and from time to time, monks in different colored robes or masters came out of them.

  They were scattered in groups of three or five with books or with magic weapons in their hands.

  "Are they all practitioners?"

  Luke asked curiously.

  "Some are, some are not."

  Master Russell smiled.

  "There are no impermeable walls in the world, and even though Kamar Taj is situated between mountains, which are too dangerous to climb, there are traces of its existence."

  "There are always outsiders who are good at listening to information, who have learned of the location of Kamar Taj through various channels, and who come here with various requests through the tests set by the masters."

  "Most of them are lost travelers who have suffered setbacks, frustrated and confused."

  "There are also poor people who are suffering from terminal illnesses."

  Luke took a quick glance and did see some physically disfigured masters and priests.

  "When they came to Kamar Taj and achieved their goals, some of these people would return to the world and continue their original lives."

  "Some choose to stay and continue to explore the mysteries of the soul and the self, and enter the Temple of The Three."

  With a hint of respect in his eyes, Master Russell expressed his admiration, "The Sorcerer Supreme never interfered with the decisions they made. Decades and centuries went by, and countless visitors found Kamar Taj. She always watched quietly, patiently listening to each person's tragic fate and then solving the mystery for them."

  "For Master Ancient One, this may just be a part of the world's movement."

  Luke smiled.

  Those same things might have happened countless times on different timelines.

  As they chatted, they entered the main hall.

  "This is the most important place for Kamar Taj. The three doors lead to different sanctums."

  Master Russell didn't try to hide anything but spoke generously.

  "The globe above is a magical instrument."

  "The radar is similar to the radar in the human world. Built by Sorcerer Supreme, it can monitor the energy fluctuation of the time nodes."

  "If there's an invasion by creatures from other dimensions, we'll be able to detect it immediately and take emergency precautions!"

  Luke tilted his head and looked at the large brass ball slowly spinning and flowing with bright light.

  "You've brought me here. It's not like Dormammu is taking advantage of the Master Ancient One's leave and invade, right?"

  He said half-jokingly.

  That was a proper dimensional demon.

  The superman LV2 card had only entered the Allfather level right now, and there was still a slight gap with Odin, who was standing at the peak of that level.

  In terms of combat power alone, Luke wouldn't have much chance of winning against Dormammu.

  Unless the Ancient One was willing to lend him the Eye of Agamotto and let him go to the Dark Dimension to bargain.

  "It's not that serious. The Sorcerer Supreme had just visited the Dark Dimension a short time ago. In the short term, Dormammu wouldn't reach out to Earth for now."

  Hearing the old master's answer, Luke couldn't help but hold a moment of silence for Dormammu.

  The Ancient One forced the loan shark to forget it. As a debtor, she went to make trouble in the territory of her creditors, as if it was just on a whim.

  These days, it's true that 'the one who owes debts is treated way better.'

  "There's a problem with the timeline, and there are abnormal energy fluctuations."

  Russell looked solemn and said, "After careful investigation, we suspect that Kang the Conqueror has descended into this world using a time travel machine!"

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