The Ancient One said nothing.
Truth be told, she knew little about Death's powers.
But she could think of no one else who could leave behind such an overwhelming aura of fear.
And this was only a lingering trace.
Yet merely sensing it had shaken her.
It was on an entirely different level from the fear emanating from Dormammu's Dark Dimension.
So the Ancient One was fairly certain of one thing.
Zhang Yang had probably been taken by Death.
"That makes things difficult," The Ancient One said with a frown.
There was no denying it.
This was a serious problem.
She had thought that once Zhang Yang left Kamar-Taj, he would escape the Eternal Emperor's watch.
She had never imagined Death would appear as well.
Did all Five Creator Gods now have a problem with Zhang Yang, just because of the Miracle Cube?
Was that enough to bring all five of them into action?
Enough for them to be so ruthless toward a newly trained sorcerer like Zhang Yang?
First Galactus, then Death, and Eternity as well.
That made three Creator Gods already.
It seemed there would be no peaceful end to Zhang Yang's predicament.
The Ancient One truly could not understand it.
Was one Zhang Yang worth the intervention of the Five Creator Gods?
Could humans truly never surpass gods?
A soft sigh escaped the Ancient One's lips.
Helplessness. Utter helplessness.
The weight of it all pressed down on her.
She had sent Zhang Yang away to protect him. But clearly, she had overestimated humanity, overestimated Earth, and thought too highly of the Five Creator Gods.
She did not understand.
Zhang Yang was so insignificant. Did the Five Creator Gods truly need to go this far?
With that thought, the Ancient One sent Mordo away.
Then she closed her