You Bastard Thief, I, Dormammu, Will Never Rest Until You're Dead!

Halfway up Spirit-Commanding Peak.

Natasha looked solemn. One hand was behind her back while the other formed a sword gesture, her voice holy and majestic.

"Nine Heavens Spirit Edict, proclaim the Fortune and Virtue Deity's command. Unleash the power of this land, open the mountainside, and build a dwelling."

"By the immortal's command!"

A speck of golden light appeared out of thin air, then transformed into an elderly man with a childlike face, white hair, and a cane.

After appearing and offering a bow, the old man spun in place and burrowed into the ground beneath his feet.

The earth then trembled as if in an earthquake. A hollow quickly formed in the mountainside, and at last, a huge courtyard rose from the ground.

The sight made both Mordo and Kaecilius, who stood nearby, feel rather envious.

"Your technique that summons true spirits is seriously useful. It can fight, take hits, dig holes, build houses, and handle logistics!"

"Unlike ours, which are so one-dimensional. All we can do is play with bone clubs or spray blood everywhere."

"Tell me about it." Kaecilius agreed wholeheartedly, and even while sighing, he did not forget to take a jab at Mordo.

"Still, my Blood Demon Art can use spiritual energy to create blood and help people. It can even improve my image a little."

"But Mordo's Bone Demon Art really has no positive use. It can only serve as a terrifying offensive technique."

Mordo immediately flew into a rage at the jab. "Shit, you bastard! If you don't know how to talk, shut your mouth! You disgusting white pig!"

"That's still better than being a nigger who likes growing watermelons."

The boat of friendship capsized just like that. Their foreheads pressed fiercely together, and they looked ready to come to blows.

"You start arguing within three sentences every time. I'm sick of it. If it comes to it, just end your friendship already!"

Natasha covered her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

The two had originally gotten along quite well, but ever since learning the Blood Demon Art and Bone Demon Art, they had found each other increasingly irritating and often beat each other up.

That alone would have been fine, but they also insisted on acting together, like conjoined twins.

In short, everyone else in the sect took a detour whenever they saw the two of them, lest they get caught in the crossfire when they lost their minds.

Natasha's words made the two men pause in their argument.

But Kaecilius soon snorted and lifted a leg to walk into the courtyard. "Hmph. I'll let you off this time!"

"And besides, Mordo and I have no relationship. We are not friends!"

Mordo froze for a moment before quickly chasing after Kaecilius.

"Wait! You bastard, are you really ending our friendship? Then pay back the spirit stones you borrowed from me last year!"

Natasha: "..."

Hey, hey, hey, tsundere characters were already out of the meta. They did not fit this version anymore!

And Mordo, don't think I can't see through your act. You're pretending to be dense so you can use this chance to demand your spirit stones back!

Suppressing the complaints that nearly slipped out, Natasha turned to the old land deity and nodded in thanks.

"Thank you for your help, Fortune and Virtue Deity. You've worked hard."

Naturally, Natasha could not treat immortal gods with their own intelligence the same way she treated puppets like the Golden Armored Warriors.

"Please do not say such things, Immortal. You honor this humble deity too greatly." The old land deity repeatedly clasped his hands, looking deeply flattered.

"If the Sovereign and the Immortal had not enlightened our true spirits, we would likely have remained muddleheaded forever within empty legends."

"For such immense grace, this humble deity can only repay it by giving everything he has."

As Natasha's cultivation rose, the immortals and gods she could summon grew stronger and more intelligent.

Their variety made them highly useful, but if she did not respect their personalities, the summoning might fail, or they might slack off on the job.

After all, she did not possess Feng Xu's strength, which surpassed every immortal and god in myths and legends.

Therefore, even when dealing with a lowly god like the old land deity, she remained very polite.

After another round of pleasantries, Natasha dispersed her spiritual energy to dismiss the summon and headed into the courtyard.

The courtyard's layout was simple. Aside from the entrance, the other three sides held guest rooms for resting.

The center was left as a large open space, meant to house the opening to the Dark Dimension once it was created.

For example, Mordo and Kaecilius were already standing face-to-face in the middle of the courtyard.

Mordo spotted Natasha at the entrance and waved her over. "Come here, Natasha. We're about to begin."

"Starting so soon?" Natasha hurried over in a few steps. "Don't we need to make any preparations?"

"For dimensional demon gods, descending upon this world to destroy and devour it is their greatest dream. So the summoning is simple. We don't even need a sacrifice."

Kaecilius flipped his spellbook to the page containing the summoning ritual and laid it flat between the three of them.

"Besides, who says we haven't prepared? Don't we have you, Natasha?"

"Fair enough." Natasha shrugged, then asked, "What do I need to do?"

"Watch us and stop Dormammu from descending if he notices."

As he spoke, Kaecilius spread his hands and closed his eyes, beginning to communicate with and pray to the Dark Dimension.

Mordo, standing beside the puzzled Natasha, continued explaining.

"What he means is, if a black-faced ugly guy with a flaming head appears in the opening later, activate the immortal artifact jade pendant with everything you have and block the opening. Don't let him squeeze through immediately."

"Hold him back for about one or two seconds. As long as Dormammu can't get in, we can immediately sever the connection with spiritual energy and close the opening."

"No problem." Natasha removed the jade pendant she wore and grasped it in her hand, looking fully prepared.

Seeing this, Mordo said, "Let's begin, Kaecilius."

Kaecilius, whose eyes were closed, nodded slightly. Blood-red spiritual energy then slowly emerged over his hands.

At the same time, he slowly spoke the summoning incantation. "Great Demon King, we pray that you accept the dark energy capable of destroying any enemy, even all worlds."

As he spoke, Kaecilius waved his hands, using blood-red spiritual energy to draw a symmetrical butterfly-like shape in the air.

"Please heed the humble summons of your devout followers. Descend upon this world, devour this world, and reveal your great and terrifying true form..."

As the shape made of blood-red spiritual energy was completed, the connection formed along with the end of the prayer.

An invisible connection to the Dark Dimension descended, and a vague face gradually became clearer in the void.

"We devoutly pray for your descent, Dorma... ma, fuck your mother!"

The moment Kaecilius reached the final part of Dormammu's name, he abruptly changed it into a curse.

The face gradually clearing in the air abruptly cut off as well, then began wildly flickering and blurring.

The final kick had not landed. They had only established a connection to the Dark Dimension without linking it to Dormammu himself.

"Mordo, hurry and construct the portal!" Kaecilius shouted loudly, black vapor rising from his eye sockets.

"Stop rushing me! I already started!" Mordo was equally solemn and focused.

He raised both hands, covered in dense gray-white spiritual energy, and reached toward the pattern of blood-red lines in the air.

Natasha held her breath as well, gathering all her spiritual energy onto the jade pendant in her palm, ready to activate it with all her strength at any moment.

After ten seconds that felt like years, the blood-red pattern in the air gradually faded, replaced by an expanding ring of light that spat golden sparks.

Once it finally took shape, it revealed a bizarre and motley-black world.

But just as the three of them let out sighs of relief, an extremely furious voice rang out from within the portal.

"Again?! You damned bastard thief!"

"Today, I, Dormammu, will kill you! I will never rest until you're dead!!!"