The magic in the current universe had all been erased. Even if Doctor Strange shut himself away to practice for a hundred years, he would not be able to cultivate any magic. He could only place his hopes on the magic the Elder Gods had left behind in the material realm, using it to rebuild his own magical connection.
Unfortunately, this wisp of magic was far too weak. Even with the demon god temple acting as a buffer, the Materialist Empire's erasure of magic throughout the universe caused the glow on the stone tablet to gradually dim. When he had first obtained the tablet, there had still been a small cluster of magic. But after he shook off his pursuers and used his mental power to communicate with it again, attempting to reconnect with the Outer Realm Demon God, only a trace remained.
"Please, please! I just need a little more time, only two seconds left! Damn it!"
He was only one final step away from completing the connection, but the magic could no longer sustain itself. Doctor Strange's heart sank to the depths. He was badly wounded, his spaceship had been destroyed, and he had no strength left to travel to another planet.
He gave everything he had, trying to seize this final sliver of hope, but the magic faded far too quickly.
He grabbed the stone tablet, intending to smash the thing that had given him hope, only to snuff it out again.
Huh? Just as he raised the tablet above his head and prepared to slam it into the ground, a new burst of magic erupted from within it, like a dying flame flaring back to life.
Doctor Strange nearly threw out his back. He hastily set the tablet down and, at his fastest speed, used that