The turmoil whipped up by Ultron gave the entire world a headache.
Networks crashed and finances suffered. Various nations were busy running in all directions, desperately repairing their own internet firewalls for fear that another perverted artificial intelligence would pop up.
The mess in Sokovia was even more of a headache.
It was already an underdeveloped small place. S.H.I.E.L.D. was crippled and could not help.
In the end, it was the tycoon Tony Stark who smashed a huge sum of money, coupled with the joint aid of several major powers, to barely stabilize the situation in Sokovia and prevent the country from completely collapsing.
However, these damn matters had nothing to do with Ren anymore.
Nor did they have anything to do with Kamar-Taj.
After rescuing the people, the sorcerer army withdrew directly back to the Sanctum to continue living their uncontested lives.
However.
After returning to Kamar-Taj, Ren always had an unresolved knot in his heart.
Such a big matter.
A city flew into the sky and almost smashed through the Earth.
How could The Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, not even show her face?
This completely defied common sense!
Ren ran over to ask Mordo.
Mordo also shook his head repeatedly, stating that he simply could not contact the Sorcerer Supreme.
After searching around with no result, Ren simply couldn't be bothered to worry about it anymore.
Anyway, if the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up; he directly drilled into the library and continued reading books.
What Ren did not know was.
During this period of time, The Ancient One had no time at all to deal with idle matters on Earth.
She had been in the gaps of the different dimensions, hunting down Dormammu's unruly dark cultists everywhere.
This day.
The Ancient One was