Being looked at by so many dimensional demons, really wasn't normal.

  With Luke's amazing talent, Master Russell became even more sure of his guess.

  This Superman was probably the successor chosen by the Ancient One!

  This would explain why the other party had so many privileges.

  Going in and out of the three sanctums so easily, flipping through the library at will, and setting foot in Kamar Taj …


  The word 'rules' didn't apply to Luke.

  The high and mighty Sorcerer Supreme seemed to be treating him differently, making several exceptions and opening the door for him.

  When he thought about it, this guy being the successor of the Ancient One was even more convincing.

  "Is that, Master Russell, a good thing or a bad thing?"

  Luke, who maintained his Astral form, looked at the many bodies projected.

  He didn't know about the old master's crazy thoughts.

  Although the Ancient One did say earlier that she might have made Luke a candidate for the Sorcerer Supreme if she didn't have a better choice in Doctor Strange.

  To be the leader of Kamar Taj, the leader of the three sanctums.

  In addition to their outstanding talent, they must also have the spirit to sacrifice for the world voluntarily.

  This may be the only aspect where Superman was inferior to superheroes!

  He wasn't the kind of good guy who had a sense of dedication!

  Therefore, he wasn't a qualified candidate for a Sorcerer Supreme.

  "It is hard for me to explain whether this is good or bad."

  After half a minute, Master Russell finally calmed down.

  The surprise Luke brought to him was like a promotional gift package that kept coming, one after another.

  He thought that this Superman was just a slightly qualified but ordinary person.

  Whoever thought that the dazzling light from the other party almost blinded the eyes of the old master.

  That was the unique brilliance of a genius!

  People couldn't directly look at him!

  "Let me put it this way, General Cavill. The dimensional demons wouldn't lend their power for no reason."

  Master Russell organized the words and slowly said, "For example, the Chthon who wrote the Chthon Scrolls wrote it on indestructible parchment. It calls to him and black magic."

  "These parchments with the power of evil flowed into the present world and caused a storm of bloodshed!"

  "Many black magicians and sorcerers are willing to sacrifice their lives for this secret book."

  "Later, those strange parchments were revised into a book called 'Darkhold'."

  "It is the source of all dark magic, and every master who gets it wouldn't be able to resist the temptation and can't help but want to study the powerful magic."

  "As a price, they corroded and degraded, and their bodies would age rapidly."

  "Finally, the dead souls flow into Chthon's hands and serve as nourishment for the dimensional world."

  Luke frowned slightly, pondering.

  It sounds like the dimensional demons were a bunch of capitalists who raised and cut down their own food.

  First, they give some small profits to attract retail investors to enter.

  When they were fattened up, they would be harvested from time to time. They would take the body and the soul away!

  "So, the Darkhold is the 'bait' that Chthon threw out?"

  Luke gazed at the huge projected stars, which emitted dazzling lights of different colors.

  "That's right. The black one is Chthon's dimensional world."

  Master Russell pointed to the dark star with dim light and spoke with a solemn face, "If you accept his call and choose to come closer, your soul will be drawn into it, lose its sense of self, and assimilate into it."

  "And the rest of them? They all represent different dimensional demons?"

  Luke glanced at the large red star, from which he felt a strong sense of oppression.

  "That's Cyttorak."

  The old master replied.

  Luke's eyes flashed, indicating his understanding.

  Cyttorak was a well-known 'shut in', who always liked to stay in his own Crimson Cosmos. He was one of the few-dimensional demons not interested in Earth.

  "So, these demons have taken a liking to me?"

  Luke reacted. The compulsive whispers during spell casting and the astral projections in the meditative state were a way for the dimensional demons to manifest their presence.

  "It is so. General Cavill, your talent is extraordinary, and you qualify to become a legendary master."

  Master Russell wasn't stingy with his praise and smiled, "Dimensional demons like to find qualified spokesmen in this world and lend them the power to carry out their errands."

  "In the world of masters, there are always beautiful stories of getting to the top in one move."

  "A nameless person accidentally finds a magic book or a treasure left by his predecessors, thus stepping on the road of becoming a legend —— generally speaking, the story ends here."

  "Those listeners wouldn't know that after becoming legends, within a few years, the dimensional demons would make them pay a heavy price."

  "Physical decay, self-annihilation … This is the real end."

  Luke raised an eyebrow. He could hear that the old master was warning him.

  "Well, is there any way to block the dimensional demons … gaze? To be honest, their presence has been causing me insomnia lately."

  Superman asked.

  He had no interest in becoming a legendary master.

  Without the Eye of Agamotto, the Sorcerer Supreme versus Superman, it was probably a 50/50 match —— with the prerequisite that the Ancient One couldn't call someone!

  The Trinity of Vishanti was equivalent to three ancient gods.

  Unless Luke made another breakthrough, spanning two levels.

  Promote a single entity to become a multiple entity.

  Otherwise, it would be quite difficult to try to win in one against three battles.

  "I'll go to the library later and get a copy of the relevant magic book."

  Master Russell pondered for a moment and seriously said, " However, General Cavill, you must remain vigilant if you enter or leave the dimensional world in the future."

  "Because you have attracted the attention of those dimensional demons, it is tantamount to being tagged."

  "They … may take a more aggressive approach."

  'If you can't lure, you want to intimidate me?'

  Luke's lips showed a hint of coldness.

  He thought to himself, 'I have never been afraid of anyone when it came to a fight!'

  Even if he encountered someone from the single universe or multiverse level.

  Superman, who people only knew of as an existence in military strength, would suddenly burst into action.

  According to the comic book example, Clark Kent was able to punch through the six-dimensional universe with an amazing display of power.

  "Then let the demons come through."

  Luke's Astral body returned to his flesh, opened his eyes, and spoke in a heavy tone.

  Master Russell suddenly remembered that his opponent had nothing but incredible magical gifts.

  He was a fierce man among fierce men. He could push an aircraft carrier with his bare hands and hammer down a building with his fists.

  'No wonder Sorcerer Supreme was interested in General Cavill; as a master, one had to have an excellent physical body!'

  The old mage's eyes lit up. He was even more convinced that this Superman was the Ancient One's chosen successor.

  "By the way, Master Russell, I have a request."

  Luke seemed to remember something and spoke in an odd tone, "Does Kamar Taj have any spells … to prevent people from peeking?"

  'Peeking?'

  'What kind of master would have such a hobby?'

  Mage Russell was a little confused.

  "I'll ask the librarians to find out if they have any spells about this for you."

  He said with uncertainty.

  "General Cavill, do you need anything else?"

  Luke shook his head.

  He had already learned how to release his soul from his body and how to cast spells.

  The next thing to do was to become a qualified high-level master in three days and graduate in five days!

  After all, he couldn't stay in Kamar Taj for too long.

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