Magic Mutated Twice, Leaving the Ancient One Stunned!

Understood.

Raine acknowledged it and moved.

His hands fluttered with ten flying fingers, and a transparent ring flashing with dazzling golden light instantly expanded, firmly protecting him at the center.

The Ancient One beside him slightly narrowed her eyes, an uncontainable shock flashing across the depths of her gaze.

He had mastered it just like that?

She had merely demonstrated the basic framework once, without even starting to explain the core runes.

Raine had actually directly replicated the spell simply by watching it once.

The rumors were indeed true. This kind of comprehension was simply heaven-defying.

The Ancient One took a deep breath.

Even though she had cultivated for hundreds of years and seen countless storms, it was still hard for her to keep her heart from surging at this moment.

Observing the magical shield around Raine closely, the Ancient One was even more startled.

This was definitely not a rigid copy mimicking a cat to draw a tiger.

Amidst the circulation of golden magic, it actually exuded a vibrant vitality, as if the spell had gained self-awareness.

Recalling the genius apprentices she had taught in the past, and then looking at Raine before her.

He had clearly looked absent-minded just now, but once he made a move, he was actually even more proficient than veteran sorcerers who had been immersed in this path for decades.

He truly was a thorough freak.

The Ancient One silently gave her evaluation in her heart.

Ding!

The Seraphim Shield crazily absorbs the power of rules, breaking through the level-six barrier!

Detected that the Seraphim Shield is on par in level with the Rings of Raggadorr.

The Seraphim Shield has a domineering personality, forcibly devouring homologous defensive magic!

Fusion complete!

The Seraphim Shield has mutated into the [Seraphim Deified Shield]!

A rapid-fire string of electronic voices crazily bombarded Raine's eardrums.

The next second, the magic underwent a drastic transformation.

Dense blood-colored patterns abruptly surfaced on the surface of the originally pure golden circular shield.

Red and gold intertwined, and mysterious, profound magic runes proliferated wildly, decorating the entire shield to an extremely complex degree.

What is going on?!

This is... forced magic fusion?!

The Ancient One stepped forward abruptly, her eyes locked dead onto the anomaly on Raine's body.

At this moment, this supreme powerhouse of Earth was truly shaken.

Shattering and reorganizing two completely different spells to transform them into a stronger new magic.

It sounded simple, but doing it was simply as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

This required the spellcaster to have a perverted understanding of the cosmic source rules, and also required a terrifying level of mental control.

With the slightest mishap, magical backlash could blow a person into powder.

Even if the Ancient One herself took action to forcibly fuse low-tier magic, there was still a risk of losing control.

Yet this was high-tier magic right now!

Raine had come into contact with it for the first time, and had actually succeeded in fusing it directly?

It was utterly absurd.

This kid is definitely a monster among monsters! The Ancient One's heart churned with towering waves.

She felt that her previous assessment of Raine was far too conservative.

This kind of unreasonable talent could only be explained by the legendary reincarnation of ancient gods.

Previously, she believed that her future successor, Strange, was the most outstanding genius in history.

Now, compared to Raine.

Strange was simply a foolish child still playing in the mud. The gap between the two was even vaster than a cosmic black hole.

Looking at the completely formed fused magic, the Ancient One forcefully suppressed the twitching of the corners of her mouth.

This freakish kid really left no way out for others.

Just as the Ancient One prepared to speak and inquire, the abnormal change regenerated.

Ding!

The [Seraphim Deified Shield] senses high-dimensional divine power resonance.

Triggered secondary ultimate mutation!

The [Seraphim Deified Shield] evolved into [Bethphenny's Sigh]!

The crisp prompt tone fell.

The blood-colored patterns around Raine suddenly converged and erupted, condensing two huge scarlet angel wings on the outer perimeter of the light shield.

A violent yet sacred aura instantly swept across the entire Midgard.

The Wall of Sighs? Raine felt the terrifying defense emanating from the shield, and even he was secretly startled.

Even the spellcaster was taken aback, let alone the bystander, the Ancient One.

The Ancient One completely lost her expression control.

This was pure divine law!

The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj all relied on borrowing power from dimensional entities like the Vishanti to cast spells.

Yet Raine's state right now was completely different.

This spell model itself was constructed from the most primordial power of rules in the universe.

The Ancient One reached out and pressed emptily against the blood-colored wings, a strong sense of repulsion transmitting from her fingertips.

There was no mistake, pure divine law.

As long as the power did not exceed the upper limit of this law, any attack was futile.

Even if the Ancient One utilized the rules of time, it would still be difficult to shatter this shield head-on.

It was too ridiculous.

Why was an apprentice who had just come into contact with high-tier magic able to touch the core rules of the universe?

The Ancient One's thoughts tumbled.

She had traveled through the multiverse and slain countless evil beings, long believing she had forged the composure to remain expressionless even if Mount Tai collapsed before her.

Today, that composure was completely shattered by Raine.

Looking across endless dimensions, there was definitely no second monster like this to be found.

As long as he did not fall midway, this was definitely a future dimensional entity!

Looking at the shield flashing with blood-colored wings before her eyes, the Ancient One took a deep breath, and an extremely satisfied smile finally surfaced on her face.

Suddenly, the Ancient One's brows twitched slightly, as if she had sensed something.

"You've come quite coincidentally." The Ancient One chuckled softly.

Turning around, the wooden door of Midgard was pushed open, and Mordo walked in briskly with a hurried expression.

"Sorcerer Supreme, a mortal has come outside to seek an audience."

"Understood." The Ancient One leisurely pulled out a folding fan and casually unfolded it.

"You plan to receive him?" Mordo was somewhat surprised.

The Ancient One shook her wrist slightly, the folding fan half-closing.

"Why not?"

The Ancient One turned to look at Raine, her tone relaxed.

"Put away the magic. Raine, come with me, I'll take you to meet an acquaintance."

The Ancient One led the two through the courtyard and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"Mordo, evaluate Raine's strength."

" Formidable. Strictly in terms of combat power, he can already stand shoulder-to-shoulder with a Master." Mordo wore a solemn expression, giving his most sincere evaluation.

"If I were to promote him directly to Master, do you have any objections?" The Ancient One shook her folding fan slightly, tossing out a heavyweight bomb.

Ascending to heaven in a single step from an apprentice, straight to the position of Master!

Since the establishment of Kamar-Taj, this was an unprecedented and crazy move!

The personal promotion spoken by the Sorcerer Supreme herself was enough to prove just how terrifying Raine's talent was.

Mordo's heart shook violently.

Yet he quickly steadied his mind and resolutely replied:

"Whether it is the brilliant battle achievements on the battlefield or his own hard strength, Raine is thoroughly worthy of it."

Upon hearing this, Raine hurriedly waved his hands. "Sorcerer Supreme, absolutely not. My seniority is too shallow, and a rash promotion will probably find it hard to win people over."

"That makes sense. Let's hang the title of Probationary Master on him first."

The Ancient One closed her folding fan with a snap, directly settling the matter with a final verdict.

Mordo nodded repeatedly on the side, indicating his agreement.

"Probationary Master?" Raine was baffled.

In Kamar-Taj's establishment, when did such a strange position pop up?

Mordo patiently explained, "The rank is equivalent to a Master, but without the substantive power to independently lead teams on expeditions."

Raine inwardly curled his lip.

No substantive power? That was just what he wished for!

Being able to quietly skulk and cultivate was the absolute truth; who coveted leading people out to fight and kill.

"But... I haven't established a single merit, this is too hasty." Raine continued to decline.

The Ancient One's gaze was calm, her tone unquestionable: "Kamar-Taj has never cared about seniority and ranking. Those who achieve are masters, looking only at strength."

"What's more, you saved countless sorcerers in the New York battlefield. Who would dare to deny your achievements?"

With things said to this extent, Raine could only smile bitterly and accept his fate.

In the blink of an eye, he had become upper management?

It was truly caught off guard.

"Don't think you can be complacent just because you got promoted. The road ahead is still long."

Mordo looked at Raine's bitter expression and couldn't help speaking up to temper him.

Raine rolled his eyes. He wasn't happy at all; he clearly felt that trouble was knocking on his door.

"Giving you this title naturally means there is a task to hand over to you." The Ancient One put her hands behind her back and spoke leisurely.

Raine thought to himself as expected, and asked with a hardened scalp: "Please instruct me, Sorcerer Supreme."

"Coordinate with Mordo to teach a new apprentice."

Mordo instantly widened his eyes, his face full of astonishment.

What kind of treatment was this? This was naked cultivation!

In Kamar-Taj, wanting to become a true person in power required the qualification of having taught apprentices.

The Sorcerer Supreme was dead set on cultivating Raine as her successor!

Thinking back to the beginning, Mordo himself had to struggle bitterly for over a dozen years before earning the qualification to take on disciples. Look at Raine again.

Truly, comparing people to each other could drive one to death.

"Let me teach an apprentice?" Raine pointed at his own nose and shook his head repeatedly. "I can't do it, how would I teach people."

"Mordo leads, you assist from the side." The Ancient One smiled slightly.

Mordo also looked at Raine with a face full of envy. This kid really had good luck.

"Who on earth needs to be taught?" Raine was truly curious.

"Stephen Strange." The Ancient One spat out a name.

"What?!"

Raine was completely dumbfounded.

Strange?

Doctor Strange?

Letting him go be a mentor to the future Sorcerer Supreme?

What cosmic joke was this!

When this fellow was a doctor, he was as arrogant as could be, with his eyes growing on top of his head.

Letting him go teach such a thorn in the side would definitely cause high blood pressure out of anger.

"Don't worry, you are very suitable."

As if seeing through Raine's thoughts, the Ancient One's smile deepened.

She knew Strange's stinky temper far too well.

Wanting to make this fellow calm down and study magic required first shattering his laughable pride.

And looking across the entire Earth, who else was more suitable to be this crusher than Raine?

In front of a freak-level talent like Raine, any so-called genius would be reduced to a joke.

"Let's go, it's time to go meet your new student."

The Ancient One waved her hand casually.

The surrounding courtyard scenery instantly twisted and rotated.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them had already appeared in an archaic quiet room.

This move of changing the world through spatial magic left Raine and Mordo secretly startled.

The door was pushed open.

A somewhat hunched figure walked slowly inside.

Strange.

At this moment, where was there even a shred of the high-spiritedness of a top-tier surgeon left in him.

Bearded and unkempt, his clothes were tattered.

Most striking were his hands, which trembled nonstop.

He looked exactly like a vagrant with nowhere left to turn.

"Excuse me... who is the Ancient One?"

Strange's voice was hoarse.

"This is her." Mordo stepped aside to introduce her.

The Ancient One handed him a cup of hot tea.

As if he had seized a lifeline, Strange clutched the teacup tightly with both hands, trembling without pause.

Raine stood to the side with his arms crossed, studying this future superhero with great interest.