I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

While Logan was locked in a fierce battle with Ghost Rider, several miles away in an abandoned cemetery...

"Ha, quite a commotion... It seems my dear father has already noticed our presence." His voice, with a cold magnetism, echoed among the desolate tombstones.

The Wind Demon standing opposite him, his figure twisting like a vortex of air, hissed: "Are you really sure your plan will succeed? Mephisto has ruled the Hell dimension for longer than human history."

"That dimensional fragment is one of his foundations. How could you so easily divide its power?"

His tone carried an undisguised suspicion.

A disdainful sneer appeared on Wu Xinmo's face: "Now that things have come to this, do you still have a way to turn back?"

"Mephisto will not be unaware that we have smuggled ourselves here from Hell."

"He knew our purpose, which is why he awakened Ghost Rider."

A silence enveloped the cemetery, broken only by the mournful sound of the night wind whistling through the withered trees.

After a moment, the Earth Demon spoke in a low, hoarse voice, as if a boulder were grinding against each other: "Witch Heart Demon, the Demon King position you promised is indeed something we cannot refuse."

"But if you fail to keep your promise... you should know the consequences of betraying us."

"Don't worry." Wu Xinmo opened his arms, and black hellish energy began to emanate from his body, as if countless wailing souls were struggling within it.

"Once I obtain the Sanctuary Vangel's Contract and absorb the power of those three thousand fallen holy souls, my strength will skyrocket, making it effortless to deal with the sub-father beings in that dimension!"

"Without obstacles, I can transform it into a completely new hell by virtue of the ancient rules of hell!"

"And I will become the new Grand Duke of Hell, perhaps even able to glimpse the threshold of the Heavenly Father! You, naturally, will be the demon kings ruling over my domain!"

These words describing the future caused fluctuations in the aura surrounding the three demons.

Although they were already high-ranking demons in Hell, the position of Demon King had long been divided up by various forces, and their path to advancement was almost completely blocked.

Otherwise, they would never have risked being hunted down by Mephisto for eternity to follow the Heart Demon in his defection to Earth, a place watched by the eyes of many ancient gods.

"That dimension... and the opportunity for advancement, are our only chance." The water demon's voice was as cold as ice.

"That's right!" Witchheart's eyes gleamed with ambition.

"The nature of the Hell dimension is extremely special; it is not completely dominated by a single entity."

"Asgard, Olympus, Egypt... all can get a piece of the pie. Mephisto just occupies the largest and most famous piece."

"The true ruler of Hell may already be asleep, or perhaps already fallen... This gives us the perfect opportunity! Like Hela, the goddess of death, and Hades, the god of the underworld, let's carve out our own realm!"

He did discover a mid-sized dimension that was not fully occupied, but it was inhabited by an ancient monster of the sub-celestial level.

With his current strength, he was utterly powerless to resist. Therefore, the corrupted soul power within the San Venganza Pact became an indispensable key to his plan.

Those were the three thousand holy spirits that Mephisto had painstakingly collected and corrupted, containing extremely powerful dark energy, enough to allow him to achieve a leap in strength.

Unfortunately, the previous Guardian of the Contract, the Ghost Rider, betrayed Mephisto and hid the contract due to the intervention of the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme.

"Judging from the timeline, the previous Ghost Rider, Carter Slade, had long since ceased to carry out trials, his power had waned, and his lifespan was nearing its end," the Water Demon calmly analyzed.

"As fellow Ghost Riders, Carter Sorey might just hand over the contract to that guy who just woke up."

Wu Xinmo nodded: "We can't go directly to Carter Slade. That old guy is a tough nut to crack; he'd rather his soul be annihilated than hand over the contract."

"Moreover, the contract is sealed by the magic circle of the Sanctuary, and we cannot sense its presence at all without the correct method."

"I still don't understand," Fengmo asked again.

"If the power of the Sanctuary Pact is truly as great as you claim, why doesn't the Sanctuary itself keep a close watch on it, instead entrusting it to a dying Ghost Rider?"

Wu Xinmo paused slightly; this was a doubt that had always lingered in his mind. But faced with such immense temptation, this doubt seemed insignificant.

"Who can fathom the Ancient One's thoughts? Perhaps in his eyes, this is nothing more than a farce within the ranks of Hell's demons. But as long as the contract isn't within the Sanctum Sanctorum, it's our chance!"

He waved his hand, ending the discussion: "Let's go find Carter Slade's hiding place. Then, patiently wait for our messenger to arrive. This hunt has only just begun."

Meanwhile, far away in the tranquil courtyards of Kamar-Taj.

The Ancient One was leisurely sipping a cup of hot tea when his movements suddenly paused very subtly.

A knowing smile flashed in his aged yet clear eyes as he murmured to himself, "These kids are such a handful... always trying to break the existing order."

He put down his teacup, his gaze seemingly piercing through the endless void, landing on the phantom of an old man in ancient robes, hidden in the shadows of a dimension.

The phantom showed no signs of power fluctuations, cleverly avoiding the detection of the Vishanti array, but it still could not escape the Ancient One's gaze.

However, he showed no intention of making a move.

Gu Yi had already decided to leave this matter to Ye Feng and the Vatican, and would not directly intervene herself.

This is an excellent opportunity for the young successor to gain experience and familiarize himself with the various troubles he will face as the Sorcerer Supreme in the future.

Especially those cunning and powerful dimensional demons.

"Hmm, paving the way in advance, thinking so thoroughly, even I'm moved by it," Gu Yi chuckled softly, picking up her teacup and taking another sip.

……

Time flies by, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the desolate wilderness of Texas, the traces of that fierce battle are still evident: cracked earth, scorched soil, and a particularly conspicuous human-shaped crater.

"Hey, Logan, do you think he... you didn't really damage his brain and turn him into a vegetable?"

"It's been two days and two nights, and there's still no sign of him waking up."

Clarice crouched at the edge of the pit, looking worriedly at Johnny Blaze, who was still unconscious below.

Logan, a cigar dangling from his lips, frowned and scratched his head somewhat awkwardly. "It shouldn't be... that bad, right? That kid's incredibly resilient after transforming! I was careful with my strength..."

His tone didn't sound so certain, after all, he had really been into beating people up that night.

"Hiss~ Uh..."

Just as the two began to question their existence, a faint gasp came from the bottom of the pit.

Then, the figure at the bottom of the pit stirred. Johnny Blaze struggled to open his eyes, his gaze unfocused and filled with confusion.

He felt as if every bone in his body had fallen apart, especially his cheeks and ribs, from which he experienced dull pain.

"Where...where is this?" His voice was hoarse and dry, barely able to speak.