The Ancient One appeared

Recovery Potions were pouring into the system at a frantic pace, then constantly being combined into Golden Potions, which were in turn combined into Purple Potions.

He had saved thousands of inhabited planets at once, far more than when he had saved the Nine Realms.

Although Apocalypse no longer had much need for Recovery Potions, having them was still better than not having them.

Watching the Recovery Potions accumulate in his mind, Apocalypse sensed that power that transcended dimensions and felt both helpless and delighted.

Before that greater existence, he was no more than an ant. Fortunately, "they" bore him no ill will. That was some small comfort.

Apocalypse turned his palm over and took out the root system from Earth.

It had withered completely. At the lightest touch of his finger, it crumbled into ash and sank into the soil.

No wonder Star-Lord's fortune was so powerful. Beyond his innate qualities as the son of a Celestial, his influence on the world far surpassed that of Earth's superheroes.

It seemed giving him the cosmic brain had been the right choice.

They stayed on Ego's Planet for a while, sightseeing and enjoying a rare stretch of leisure.

Still, the day of parting had to come eventually.

That day, Apocalypse gathered all the members of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

"I'm planning to spend a few days on Xandar, then head back to Earth. Does anyone want to come back to Earth with me?"

Star-Lord hesitated, then said, "I was going to go back, but I only recently merged with the cosmic brain, and the planet still needs more repairs. I can't get away just yet."

Since Star-Lord was staying, Gamora naturally would not leave either.

Mantis had social anxiety and did not want to leave Ego's Planet.

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