Book of Vishanti!

Scarlet's worries would not come to pass for the time being. Whether Odin or Thanos, both tacitly chose to keep silent. No one wanted to see the Necromancer rise again. What they cared about more was his identity as a Visitor from the Outer Realm.

Just like Earthlings.

Lowett and his subordinates rested at Kamar-Taj for three days. Traveling through time-space turbulence was by no means a pleasant experience. Even hidden inside Leviathan's body, the sensation of riding for thirty years along a broken, muddy road was still unforgettable.

Over those three days, he rested while holding several discussions with Ancient One about the spells they possessed. She marveled at their powerful confidence and terrifying computational ability. They could directly control those intricate, cumbersome Spell Marks with nothing but their souls. Lowett, meanwhile, marveled at the Marvel Universe's unique application of magical power.

To give a simple analogy, mages of the Mage World were more like construction workers. Power was the building they constructed, something they assembled bit by bit from nothing. Thus, they possessed absolute control over their spells.

Marvel mages of Ancient One's lineage were different. They were more like tailors.

The power was already there. The key lay in how to stitch and weave it into the desired form.

This method of application was what counted as "spells" in the Marvel system. Though the two paths seemed to lead to the same destination, both driven by Soul Energy, they were fundamentally different.

"No wonder the universe's powerhouses are obsessed with the Six Infinity Stones. They have no power of their own to grow stronger, so they can only seize power that already exists." Still in that temple hall, Lowett lifted his warm teacup as the black spots in his eyes gradually dispersed.

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