The Himalayas, the top of the world, it is said that standing on the highest peak and looking into the distance, if you are lucky enough, you can even see the sea of South Asia … Of course, there is a limit to the vision of ordinary people, this is just a beautiful legend.
As a place shrouded in snow all year round, it is very suitable for some hermits and cultivators who need to hide from the world. The Holy Land of Mages, Kamar-Taj, and the Holy Land of Martial Artists, Kunlun, are all in this quiet mountain range that is not full of snow. Of course, most of them have been transferred to the New World either actively or passively.
A utopia with a better environment and a more harmonious relationship between nature and civilization, it is obviously more suitable for cultivation.
Their departure made this mountain range that has existed since ancient times quieter. When Saber stepped into this snowfield that he had come to more than once in the snow, he felt a rare sense of leisure.
He could even clearly remember that a few years ago, he had passed through the same road, in this snow that could not be moved by human will, with the very down-and-out Strange, looking for the legendary Holy Land Kamar-Taj with difficulty. How he angered Ancient One and was thrown into the ice and snow, but he unexpectedly met Mr. Quan who was carrying out a strong attack mission.
Those memories surged in his mind, the older they were, the newer they became. Unfortunately, Ancient One had sacrificed himself for the world when the Evil God invaded, and his old friend Mr. Quan had also stepped into the sea of stars, and he still didn't know which galaxy he was in.
Everything in the past had already been separated by the heavens and the earth, allowing reality to shroud everything in an unusually cruel way. In the first half of life, it used this world to constantly give you beautiful things, but in the second half, it cruelly took away these things one by one.
Every loss was a painful parting that was hard to part with for people who were full of emotions.
Saber spread out his left hand and watched the snowflakes fall from the sky one by one, gradually gathering into a white snow in the palm of his black gloved hand. He slowly held it and finally let the snowflakes melt in the palm of his hand.
"You are late …"
Saber sprinkled the water droplets in his palm to the ground and said softly, "You are two hours late … You wasted two hours of my time."
"But I can see that you're not troubled at all. You're like a philosopher standing in the snow, thinking about life …"
Strange, with a head full of white hair and wearing an iconic medieval mage coat, held an exquisite wooden box in his hand as he slowly walked out of the ripples of time. The illusions of various eras appeared in the time storm behind him, from the ancient wilderness hunts, to the medieval palace ball, and even the future starship battlefield.
"Time travel is not always smooth sailing. Occasional lateness is forgivable."
Strange smiled. "I just want to be perfect."
Being able to control time meant being able to go against the flow of the river of time, breaking free from the shackles of time on life and pushing one's own existence to a very high level of "freedom". However, it was very risky to modify the river of time. If one was careless, it would lead to disastrous consequences.
After controlling the Stone of Time for two years, Strange also gradually understood why his former mentor, the Guardian Ancient One, was never willing to intervene in the disputes of the world. Because compared with the mighty river of the world, everything in time seemed meaningless. No matter how great or evil something was, in the wash of time, the waves they set off would eventually be completely smoothed out.
When you control time, everything that happens in this world every day has little to do with you …
"Well, I accept your apology … Are you ready?"
"Hum …"
Black and white Lantern Rings appeared on Seiber's hands. A dark red liquid also appeared on Seiber's right arm. He looked at the wooden box in Strange's hand and said softly, "I'm going to give you a piece of my mind.
"That is …"
"I threw myself into the flow of time … It took me almost 20 years to collect these fragments."
Strange's fingers stroked the ordinary box as he looked at Saber.
"There will be no next time, Saber, all the time fragments that can be used have been intercepted by me. If we fail, there will be no more chances!"
"Shut your crow's beak! Strange! "
Saber snorted coldly. A space curtain opened behind him and quickly shrouded the snowfield, temporarily separating this piece of land from the reality dimension.
"Your bad prophecies always come true … You better pray that something good will happen to us. Anyway, come and help!"
While talking, the two of them quickly got busy. Saber himself knew nothing about magic, so the work of arranging the resurrection circle was done by Strange, using the most precious materials in the universe. For this reason, Saber was ruthlessly ripped off by the collectors. One-third of the reward from selling the tenth metal was used on these materials.
Many of them were things that even the knowledgeable Doctor Strange had never come into contact with, but no one would feel sorry for them … Because this time, they were going to resurrect the most important person to them.
"This is already the most perfect and perfect magic array we can make. It's simply extravagant!"
Ten minutes later, Strange looked at the magic array shining with a strange light under his feet. He breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to Saber. The latter reached out and tore the space, pulled out a silver wooden box, placed it in the center of the magic array, and then opened it.
Inside was a carefully crafted body … A white robe covered her body, and her face and body shape were perfectly restored to the image of Ancient One.
"The best geneticists on the Sovereign King Planet spent a year to cultivate this perfect human body. They did their best to do it with the hair that she treasured."
Saber shook his head, "Fortunately, she kept the hair as a treasure."
As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Strange, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Speaking of which, didn't you take off your hair? I thought that every sorcerer who controlled the Stone of Time would become bald! "
This question made Strange a little embarrassed, and he shrugged.
"This is the necessary price to pay to control time, but I'm a great sorcerer, and I have many ways to keep my hair. Of course, the color can't be changed back, but when I think of becoming bald, I shudder a little. I don't know how much time it took my mentor to accept her new style … You know, she is actually a person who loves beauty very much."
"So I restored the things she lost for her …"
Saber smiled and reached out to stroke the long black hair on the body. He said with a smile,
"I believe that she will definitely like it!"
"Okay! It's the most important step … "
Strange reached out and picked up the box from the ground next to him. He glanced at Saber, and the latter stood up from the magic circle and retreated. Doctor Strange stepped forward and took a deep breath. As if he was going to perform the most solemn ceremony, he reached out and turned the wooden box upside down, stuck it on the forehead of the body, and then reached out and pulled out the mechanism of the wooden box.
With the crisp sound of a spring, hundreds of time fragments that were cut out from different timelines were stacked on the body in a gorgeous way.
There was the Ancient One who ran happily in the fields as a farmer's daughter as a child.
There was the Ancient One who was a sorcerer apprentice and stayed up late reading in an antique library.
There was the Ancient One who grew up and officially became a sorcerer.
There was the Ancient One who witnessed the battle between Odin and Hela 1300 years ago and cried on the edge of the battlefield that almost destroyed the earth's civilization.
There was the Ancient One who made up his mind and held the mysterious Eye of Agmoto in his hand.
There was the Ancient One who held the Stone of Time and wandered freely in time.
There was the Ancient One who killed his way into Mount Olympus alone and fought with Zeus in the sky.
There was the Ancient One who forcefully expelled the gods, laid down a dimensional seal, and vowed to protect the civilization.
There was also the Ancient One who built Kamar-Taj and studied the lost secrets for thousands of years.
There was the Ancient One who blocked the return of the Evil Gods in an unknown battlefield.
There was the Ancient One who met Saber and Strange for the first time.
Hundreds of time fragments, in a linear way, poured the memories of every moment of her past existence into this body little by little until finally she turned into light spots in Saber's arms and dissipated.
Saber and Strange, her successor and her last apprentice, stood in this special space and once again relived the life experience of the legendary sorcerer Supreme. As she said in her final moment, she almost never lived for herself in this life …
"The memories already exist, and the past time fills her body. This is the best I can do …"
Strange took a step back and looked at Saber.
"I'll leave the steps of soul recovery to you!"
"Recovery? No! I don't want an incomplete soul, I have the best replacement! "
Saber's left hand flipped outward, and an orange gem appeared in the palm of his hand. This scene made Doctor Strange's eyes widen:
"The Soul Stone, you're going to use it … Will they agree?"
"Who will disagree? Who dares to disagree? "
Saber bent down and put the Soul Stone in his hand on the forehead of the Ancient One. He reached out and stroked the face. He said softly:
"This is what the world owes her! She sacrificed her future for this world … I want to give her a future! "
The moment the Soul Stone came into contact with this body, it slowly integrated into the flesh and blood in a melting posture, finally leaving only a diamond-shaped crystal mark, which appeared on Ancient One's forehead.
The complete memory was pulled by the Soul Stone and reorganized into the past of the Ancient One. But this was not enough. If she was allowed to recover like this, then what would appear would only be a replica with the complete memory of the Ancient One … This was not what Saber and Strange wanted.
So … there was still one last step to this recovery!
"Strange! It's now! "
Seeing that the body had signs of opening her eyes because of the blessing of the Soul Stone, Saber took a step back. Doctor Strange, who was holding the Time Stone, quickly stepped forward. The green halo in his hand danced quickly, forming 13 complicated seals on his arm. He held his fingers on the cold left hand of the Ancient One and used his body as support to forcibly connect the time of this moment with the time node of the Ancient One's death.
The line of time that belonged to the Sorcerer Supreme was forcibly destroyed by Strange in a special way, extending a curved arc at the end, and finally forming a circle that was free of time.
At the moment when the circle closed, the body of the Ancient One quickly dissipated, as if it was weathering in time, but in the next second, her body reappeared. In this closed time loop, the body of the Ancient One was constantly transforming back and forth between death and rebirth.
But this transformation was not stable, so in the next moment, Saber's hand was also holding the right hand of the Ancient One.
The black and white light of death and life shrouded her body along her fingers, pushing the state of life and death into a stable balance. The Stone of the Present World began to greedily absorb the inexhaustible life of Saber's body, transforming it into a new life, and flowing into the body of the Ancient One that had stabilized.
As the pale face slowly recovered its redness, Saber and Strange looked at each other and saw a touch of nervousness in each other's eyes.
In order to fight against the invading Evil God, the Ancient One sacrificed her future in exchange for the recovery of her seriously injured body. In the sense of her existence, there was no future to speak of. In order to achieve her impossible resurrection, Saber and Strange could only use this cheating method of distorting the timeline to extract the time of her existence in the past to fill in the blanks of the future.
It's like a hamster wheel that keeps spinning in place, it can move forever, but it can never move forward.
This kind of resurrection has drawbacks. As a strange life with no future, the Ancient One can't really participate in the progress of anything, otherwise it will interfere with the normal timeline. She can only observe the changes of the world as an eternal observer. Her life was reshaped by Saber's white lamp and Strange's time, so she is tied to these two people.
If any one of them died, Ancient One would perish as well.
This kind of rebirth is extremely harsh, but even so, Saber and Strange are still willing to take this risk …
Like Saber said … This is what the world owes her.
"Hum"
Feeling the cold touch of the wind and snow, the sleeping person finally opened her eyes. She looked blankly at the snowflakes falling from the hazy sky. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and caught the snowflakes in her hand, feeling that unusually real feeling. The next moment, she suddenly turned over and sat up from the wooden box, her long black hair fluttering in the snow.
She looked back and saw that in the cold snowflakes fluttering in the mountain stream, her former apprentice had a head full of white hair, and her successor still had the same face as when she left, but his eyes had become as deep as the abyss because he had experienced too much.
"You …"
"Welcome home … Sorcerer Supreme."
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