I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 120 Unusual Movements from All Sides

At the summit of Kunlun, the sea of ​​clouds churns, and the biting wind whips up snowflakes, yet it cannot dispel the ancient tranquility of this place.

However, even through the solid dimensional gate, an energy fluctuation originating from a distant dimension of reality still caused subtle ripples, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

"The Phoenix Force?"

"It has already awakened."

Sitting atop the mountain, Wu Fengji slowly opened her eyes, a flash of golden-red light seemingly appearing in them.

The phoenix power within her, sharing the same origin, was drawn to this new and wild surge, producing a subtle resonance and change.

She could sense that the power was filled with a contradictory aura of destruction and rebirth, and was extremely unstable.

"It seems that things aren't peaceful in the real world either."

She spoke softly, her gaze seemingly piercing through dimensional barriers to see that turbulent land.

As if in response to her whisper, the dimensional gate beneath Kunlun Mountain, which suppressed the other dimension, suddenly trembled violently.

Twisted ripples spread across the smooth, mirror-like surface of the door, clearly indicating that some entity behind the door had keenly sensed the momentary shift in her power and was taking the opportunity to break through the seal!

"presumptuous!"

Wu Fengji frowned slightly, and her soft rebuke carried an undeniable authority.

An even richer and purer golden-red energy surged from her body, like a blazing fire, and with supreme majesty, slowly pressing down on the restless dimensional gate.

The restless ripples, faced with an even more powerful force, gradually subsided like smoothed silk, and the dimensional gate once again became as stable as ever.

However, the anomalies at the Kunlun Dimensional Gate are not isolated cases.

Kama Taj.

The Ancient One, who was sitting quietly in the tea room, savoring his tea, paused slightly in the hand holding the cup.

A hint of understanding and solemnity flashed in his eyes, which had seen through countless times.

"Omega-level mutants—truly living up to their reputation as walking natural disasters."

"The aftershocks of the battle between the two were enough to shake the fundamental laws and cause ripples in the dimensional barriers that maintain reality."

"As expected, it originates from the power of the Creator."

He put down his teacup, feeling the subtle tremors emanating from the level of the laws of the universe.

Clearly, the Ancient One knew a great deal, such as the origins of mutants.

"With the dimensional barriers loosening, those who have been lying in wait for so long are probably about to get restless and start causing trouble again."

Gu Yi muttered to himself.

Although Mephisto and Dormammu's plot was thwarted last time, he knew that for the eternally hungry dimensional daemons, the real dimension would always be an irresistible piece of meat.

The Hell Dimension, the territory of the seventy-two demon gods.

This is a scorched earth filled with pain and wailing.

The demon god Baal was staring at the barrier that met the real dimension, where the once solid barrier was now emitting subtle but clear vibrations.

"interesting----"

"The barriers of the real world have been rippled so significantly? Who has the power to do something so grand?"

Baal's deep voice was like churning lava.

Another demon, Agares, moved closer, his eyes gleaming with greed: "Baal, does this mean we can restart our plan to invade the real world?"

Baal shook his head, appearing even more cautious: "There's no need to rush. The monarch hasn't given the final order yet. Besides, don't forget that Mephisto recently suffered a great loss in the real dimension."

"A new powerful figure has emerged there, the Pope of the Holy Land, and we still haven't figured out his background."

He paused, then added, "That old guy Gu Yi doesn't have many days left to live. That's why if we act rashly now, we might end up being dragged down with him before he dies, which would be a huge loss."

"We are not, after all, dimensional lords like Mephisto who wield a portion of the origins of Hell."

An unknown space, the slumbering place of the gods.

Some gods who had been dormant for a long time and forgotten by time also showed signs of gradually awakening amidst the enormous energy disturbance.

"This is... the aura of the Creator's power?"

A faint, almost imperceptible whisper of the spirit echoes in the spiritual sea of ​​the universe, filled with doubt and quest.

Egypt, Giza Plateau.

Deep within a seemingly ordinary pyramid, an unusual light began to shimmer on the ancient stone walls, as if something was awakening from within.

The being, which had slumbered deep underground for countless years, slowly opened its eyes.

"My people..."

It sounded as if the sound of sand and gravel rubbing together echoed in the dark, enclosed room.

Apocalypse, who had just awakened, was still somewhat confused.

He looked around and found himself not in the solemn and magnificent palace he had imagined, but in a dilapidated ruin.

"What... what's going on?"

"Could it be—that there's something wrong with my reincarnation ritual?"

He tried to move his somewhat stiff body; his memory was still stuck thousands of years ago, in the final moments of his reincarnation ritual.

The ritual was clearly successful, otherwise he would not have woken up, but there was obviously a huge blunder in the process, which caused him to fall into a long slumber after his successful reincarnation.

As his consciousness fully returned, a powerful force began to flow within him.

The ruins before them were silently parted by an invisible force, creating a passage to the surface.

After thousands of years, the Apocalypse saw the sunlight again.

However, what came into his view was no longer the bustling and prosperous scene of believers he remembered, but the ruins of the dilapidated pyramids and the endless desert.

A chilling rage instantly replaced the initial confusion of waking up.

Apocalypse's eyes turned incredibly sinister.

"Betrayal—you have betrayed your God!"

Although he didn't know exactly how long he had been asleep or what the outside world had become, he was certain that he had been betrayed.

Those servants he had placed so much hope in abandoned him when he was at his weakest.

He used his power to shape the sand on his body, eventually transforming it into an ancient and majestic robe.

Apocalypse took a step forward, heading towards the nearest human city in his perception.

He needs information, he needs to understand this unfamiliar new era, and even more so—he needs to reclaim everything that belongs to him.

The ancient beings awakened by this powerful fluctuation were not limited to Apocalypse alone.

In a hidden ancestral land of the vampires, deep within eternal darkness.

The lids of the twelve ancient stone coffins slid open simultaneously with a heavy scraping sound. The second-generation vampires who had been slumbering there were forcibly awakened by the power that shook their very being.

"It wasn't a natural awakening—"

Has another powerful individual emerged in this world?

A second-generation vampire elder spoke in a dry voice, his crimson eyes filled with confusion and vigilance.

They looked around and felt an unprecedented sense of weakness.

"Where are the elders, the descendants of the vampires? Why wasn't the blood sacrifice performed on time?"

Another elder growled angrily.

According to ancient tradition, during their slumber, the elders of the descendants need to perform blood sacrifices regularly to maintain the power of these progenitors.

"Judging from the degree to which our strength has weakened—"

"I missed at least three important blood sacrifice rituals."

A relatively calm elder analyzed the situation in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of all the second-generation vampires turned extremely ugly.

Could something earth-shattering have happened to the vampire clan, which has been passed down for thousands of years?

It might even have been wiped out?

Is it related to the powerful figure who awakened them?

"The most urgent task is to restore our strength as soon as possible and to understand the current world situation."

"If the situation really gets so bad that it's beyond repair—then we'll have to consider waking up the sleeping progenitor."

The elder who spoke first made the decision, his voice carrying an unquestionable tone.

With such a powerful surge of energy and the interrupted blood sacrifice, the vampires' situation is not good.

Meanwhile, inside a makeshift safe house in an unfamiliar city.

Charles Xavier slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness gradually returning from a long slumber.

"They're still alive—!"

A complex, bitter smile appeared on his lips, his memory still lingering on the devastating final moments of Xavier Manor.

But he was unaware that deep within his mental world, due to the overuse of his abilities and the immense emotional impact, an ominous shadow was quietly expanding.

"Charles, you're awake?"

"How are you feeling?"

Magneto Erik walked in and, seeing his conscious old friend, visibly relaxed.

"The fact that you can still feel pain means you're not too unlucky."

Charles tried to appear relaxed and looked at Eric.

"The current situation is not friendly to us."

"The power that Jean and David have revealed is too exaggerated, exceeding the bottom line that governments around the world can tolerate. Now the whole world is wary of mutants, and public opinion is extremely unfavorable to us."

Eric's expression turned serious.

He paused, then continued, "Currently, many mutants around the world who have nowhere else to go are trying to flock to the Sanctuary."

"Now, all we can do is pray that Pope Ye Feng will be willing to protect them."

"Perhaps this is for the best."

Charles was silent for a moment, then sighed softly.

"His Holiness the Pope, his perspective and the power he possesses may be the true hope for the future of the mutant race."

"You and I, we've both gone down the wrong path."

Having experienced the destruction of the manor and witnessed the terror of Omega-level power, Charles's mentality underwent a subtle yet profound change.

After this battle, mutants seemed to have returned to the ostracized state they had been in the past overnight.

Although some countries have tried to recruit mutants, valuing their individual strength, many more mutants have seen through the hypocrisy of politicians.

Just like the United States, once they thought they had enough power, their first thought was to eliminate them.

Today, the only safe haven in the world seems to be Sanctuary.

It is no secret that Pope Ye Feng himself is a powerful mutant, and that most of the remarkable Saint Seiya warriors under his command are also mutants.

Therefore, a large number of mutants, living in constant fear, began to contact the Sanctuary through various channels.

Their only concern now is whether the Sanctuary has the capacity to accommodate such a large number of its own people.

The Sanctuary, a biological gene laboratory.

"Incredible—how could the activity of genes suddenly increase to this level?"

A researcher stared at the rapidly fluctuating data on the screen, his face filled with shock.

The X gene samples they have been monitoring for a long time have become unusually active in the past few days, at least two to three times the average level in the past!

This is nothing short of an explosive change.

"Could it be that a new wave of mutant awakening, or rather—an accelerated period of evolution—is about to begin?"

The researchers secretly speculated and felt a pang of anxiety.

"If this hypothesis holds true, does it mean that the probability of potential mutants awakening among ordinary humans will greatly increase? Could the global mutant population experience explosive growth?"

He stood up abruptly, realizing that the matter was beyond his authority.