The Formation Was Broken

Cassilis worked so hard for a simple reason: he wanted to borrow Dormammu's power to gain eternal life.

This was something the Ancient One had never taught him, yet it was exactly what he wanted. What people could not obtain would always haunt them. Someone as prone to extremes as Cassilis would naturally resort to any means necessary to achieve his goal.

The Ancient One had secretly been absorbing energy from the Dark Dimension to sustain her vitality. She thought she had done it flawlessly, but Cassilis had discovered her secret.

Since his teacher was unwilling to share the secret of immortality, he could only take it for himself!

Under the temptation of eternal life, what did that tiny bit of master-and-disciple affection with the Ancient One matter? As long as one had the slightest ambition, one's time was destined to be insufficient. Thus, eternal life was the ultimate dream of every creature with desires.

Cassilis had no other thoughts. He only wanted to embrace Dormammu's Dark Dimension just as the Ancient One had.

However, compared to the Ancient One's secret theft, Cassilis clearly had far fewer options. If he could not beat Dormammu, he would simply join him.

To earn Dormammu's favor, Cassilis willingly became a guide for the Dark Dimension. To achieve teleportation across the universe—especially to Earth—he needed more than sacrificing people to summon Dormammu. Other preparations were necessary as well.

The sorcerers had operated on Earth for many years. To protect the planet, countless sorcerers had exhausted their minds and joined forces to establish three sanctums on Earth.

The New York Sanctum, the London Sanctum, and the Hong Kong Sanctum. Drawing on the world's magical power, the three sanctums formed a gigantic defensive spell array to repel invasions from outside.

As powerful as the dark lord