The enormous black artificial construct floated in space. This was neither DC nor Marvel, but the Spectre Universe, serving as a bridge between the two universes.
The planets Brainiac had once collected now orbited Sepulk in orderly paths. Bathed in the faint red glow emitted by the artificial celestial body, they all appeared full of vitality.
Yet on Sepulk itself, black remained the dominant color. Cold metal and machinery formed its body, like a heart supplying power to the universe.
"Very impressive. An interesting place. Using a miniature artificial universe as a bridge between two multiverses—and actually making it work. You did well."
The bald female mage was still wearing her bright yellow robes, with a pair of round dark sunglasses perched on her nose. Ancient One looked like a genuine tourist, looking around in every direction, only lacking a phone to take a souvenir selfie.
"Heh, don't praise me, Teacher Yao. I'll get cocky." Su Ming smiled and replied politely, standing beside her with his hands behind his back. "Next, I'll use Sepulk to connect even more universes at once. Maybe one day—"
"No, don't tell this retired old woman about your plans for the future. I don't have the boundless energy of the second-generation Sorcerer Supreme. Knowing too much makes your hair fall out."
Ancient One, bald to begin with, waved a hand and cut Deathstroke off. She then lowered her sunglasses along the bridge of her nose, blinked mischievously, and made a playful joke.
She had been on Earth, yet she had still learned about what had happened in Hevenheim and knew that Saraswati had intervened.
As expected of Ancient One. Nothing that happened in the 40K Universe could be hidden from her.
"All right. But, Teacher, I still need your help with something. Take a look