Mitchell gave a sigh. He was farther away from the mountain and getting there would take a day or two. No matter his insane speed, his rampaging self was not going in a fixed direction and just followed the scent of humans to kill. If not, his journey back to the base of the mountain would be a lot more longer.
"I've not gotten to the mountain yet all this has happened". Mitchell gave a wry sad smile. This weren't really working out.
In order for jack to save his consciousness, he had to forcefully break open the second seal that was containing the purple moon. And it immediately rushed into action, quickly suppressing the crimson dragon that was about to be awakened.
If Jack had not done so, after the crimson dragon awoke, Mitchell's consciousness would have been replaced by the will of the crimson nightmare which was still within his divine source and it would then own his body and create its consciousness. All it needed was a slip up from himself and he could revive himself. Even though he gave him his divine source, he still didn't give him. Instead he had infused his will into his divine source and if ever Mitchell went into that berserk state, he would have possessed his body.
But Mitchell was not angry, instead he was disappointed . . . with himself. He had almost had his consciousness erased just from that spark of anger. If Jack wasn't there is if the purple moon had not been there . . .then it would be a different story entirely.
"I still haven't made these two divine energies mine yet. And someone was already planning for me from the grave. Jack too can't also be trusted, he's a god for crying out loud. Of course there would be a way for him to also be revived. That was why he interfered. He couldn't let the crimson nightmare snatch my body and also possibly the purple moon." He thought for a few seconds before coming to a conclusion on what to do.
"I have to get my own power, so that I won't have to rely on anyone. The crimson dragon looks like it can erupt at any slightest misgivings. And the purple moon can't keep on suppressing it forever. If I want to permanently own both of their powers. I have to be able to suppress both of them."
"I can't wait for Jack to get things in order. I have to seize control. There's no way he would stand by and watch while he is was still alive."
Mitchell ran towards the mountain at full speed, but this time he was going forward with another objective in mind. He wanted to get a power that he owns to suppress both of the gods divine sources and make them forcefully mine. The academy was no longer important he had to do it now that Jack had fallen into deep sleep and while they were still in the trial lands. This place was full of serendipitous events and he was sure there would be one that can suppress both gods energies.
As Mitchell ran, his purple and red hair danced in the wind along with his indifferent gaze and cold eyes, made all those who see him move away in wariness. But after looking a bit and seeing he was the rampaging fellow of before. They all started to run away whenever they saw him coming. They would run as fast as possible to get away from him and Mitchell was quite happy for it. He wanted to rush to the mountain as fast he could and with others avoiding him already, he could move undisturbed towards the mountain in peace.
After a short while and news began to spread in the trial lands, (I don't know how as well) everyone had given him a name which stuck quite well 'Crimson Purple' based on the color of his hair since they didn't know what his name was. Mitchell was contented with the name and from then on, whenever they saw a cultivator in red robes and his long red hair reaching his shoulders and with purple at the base. They would run far away from the god of slaughter . . .'Crimson Purple'.
Hours passed into days, days passed into weeks, weeks passed into two months. The entire trial lands had gotten its heirachy in order and everyone had already adapted to the trial mountain which continued to look insurmountable in the face of all.
It was less than ten months left and most of the chaff had already been separated from the wheat. Countless cultivators who had no use had their chances of ever reaching the top of the mountain in time unless there was a miracle had all died.
They were not strong enough and had only come here to waste their lives, trying to get something they knew was impossible but still attempted it and in the the end they lost their lives. But what concerned Mitchell.
Over the past couple of months he had gotten quite used to the killings and the deception and the urge for life. In this place you could trust no one. Not even the person you came with. For Mitchell that was quite all right for him since he had problems making friends anyway. This could just be another excuse not to mingle.
And he took full advantage of it. He had no weaknesses in this place and the goals he had set in the beginning had not completely changed, but instead had been modified. He still wanted to reach the top of the mountain. As he was currently, he had finally made it up the mountain but albeit slowly. He was avoiding all sorts of pointless fights and would try to get by unnoticed. If it was impossible and he was being troubled by others, there were always the wild beasts in the mountain who would eat up their corpse.
He had gotten so used to killing that if he saw a cultivator, his first thoughts would be how to terminate in the most straight forward and less time consuming way. After all, he was on a time limit. He couldn't afford to be slowed down by disgusting trash.
Even though two months had passed, his bearing was still close to that of when he possessed by his rage. He still looked down on all forms of life that were not his opponents, but the scorn would not show on his face, only aloofness. His previous disgust was also still visible in his eyes and you could sense the faint bloodlust that was still being suppressed by the purple moon.
His other goal had also not changed. He still wanted to find something that could suppress both gods divine sources and when the time came, forcefully make them his own.
But until then, he had been managing fine. He still left his hair long colored crimson and purple. It served as deterrent and all those who saw his long purple and crimson hair tied in a ponytail, and a white mask that was splashed in blood. They would run in fright.
He had seen the white mask in one of the cultivators spatial ring in had loo- . . . taken. The mask was perfectly white and covered one's face completely but as Mitchell killed, it had gradually had blood splashed on it and Mitchell couldn't be bother to clean it. If people saw the blood stained white mask and his crimson purple hair and still didnt know who he was, then they could only blame themselves for being so unfortunate to had run into him and tried any rubbish.
Over the past months he had a lot of time to reflect and think over his previous actions. What he had done, what he shouldn't have done and what he should have done.
He reflected on his life when he was still on earth. How the loneliness had almost driven him to commit suicide but would stop at the last moment when he realized that his death would make no change. No body would even notice he was gone. He reflected on his social awkwardness. Social groups didn't always attract him and he preferred doing things with himself.
He had gained a lot of knowledge about the spirit realm as well. It turns out that this place where they were in currently was a pocket dimension. Not like pocket in a literal sense. Just a dimension that was connected to their own, just way smaller. There were lots of dimensions like this connecting to just one continent . . .and there were nine of them.
And it turns out that the nine continents weren't actually continents, but planets. But people liked to refer to them as continents since they were so close to each other and they formed a circle which moved at equal speeds.
For all its worth, he was glad that he was in the spirit realm instead of earth. Because while on earth, he had no chance to rebel against the major authority with his background that was next to minus 4, he was just wasting his own time. But who in the spirit realm, he could command authority as far as he had power. Power over the people at the top, power to make them bend to his will.
And that was what he was aiming for. He didn't want to be useless in this world as he was back on earth. He wouldn't want to feel that loneliness, the awkwardness and the sense of not belonging anywhere. As far as he had power, he could not be controlled. He could live the life he wanted.
Maybe earth was just another pocket dimension that was connected to this world. Maybe not, but from his lessons learned painfully while on earth. Getting the general scope in the spirit realm was a breeze