Mitchell was tired so he decided to rest for a bit. Over time he had been pushing his body too far and its toll were taking adverse effects on him. First when he was in 'Berserk mode'. He had been killing without end and even though his body was breaking down, he still continued in spite of his severe injuries.
It was also because of that constant pushing could his physical body stand out and he unconsciously began to refine his body. Now his strength had increased yet once again, but do note that despite all of this, he still did not rest.
After regaining consciousness, he was on his way to find an external energy that could suppress both gods divine sources and he could be free from those potential trouble for a while. But until then. He would still search for that power, he believed it to be in here. For a mountain in this place to exist for such a long time, it would of course have supreme treasures.
In fact, because of his fatigue. He had not managed to test out the power he got from jack forcefully breaking the fourteenth seal. Now they were thirteen remaining but they still looked as domineering as before.
The purple aura it emitted was enough to suppress the wake if the crimson dragon. Just the aura alone and yet it could do so much.
Just how powerful was the first purple moon god. Who could fight against him. What/who caused his demised. Who was so powerful to be able to beat such a frightening existence. He should be even more powerful.
The name of the new technique he had obtained from the seal was 'Meteor descent' but it gave a lot to think about.
He had also seen the memory of it being casted and it left him flabbergasted.
If you can recall from the previous chapter 14, after the first purple moon god destroyed the second sun, its fragmented pieces flew towards the planet at an extreme speed. The mortals who witnessed it were awed beyond words at such beautiful yet dangerous sight.
They watched as the fragments hurled towards the planet and wrecked havoc. It destroyed a lot of things within a very large radius.
The purple god saw the results of his actions and the attack power so he turned what he saw into an art.
'Meteor descent' the name sounded plain and you could already guess what the effects would be. But using it in action was a different thing altogether. It was best used when one was fighting against a multitude of people. It was useless when used against one not to speak of the huge amount of qi used when casting it.
If he used it right now, his almost full qi would have been emptied again. And to boast Mitchell had a lot of qi which meant that this art was truly something else.
He wanted a time to come when he could truly cast it and see such power for himself.
Now he was just stuck in this trial lands and making no progress. Even if he managed to get to the summit and was among the top one thousand, how sure was he that a much stronger cultivator could just come and bully him out of his position.
It would be comical and expected at the same time. The mountain was an inadvert way for the divine pavilion to train its potential students.
If one was still naive in the world of cultivators{ Like Mitchell }, then if they truly remained alive they would turn out to be an unfazeable force to be reckoned with.
Power was good, right, but one needed a powerful will to be able to escort that power on its way. Not making it stop and to continue growing until it could no longer grow.
A powerful cultivator without a powerful will was like an enchanted vessel. It had amazing power but would always be controlled and oppressed by the owner.
Mitchell kept moving forward. Since his cultivation base had stopped increasing, he did not need to try and rest and to increase his power. He was temporarily stuck there until he was able to somehow break it, until then it was useless.
And it couldn't have been a much better time to stop increasing. He had started seeing some string opponents AMD unless necessary, he would not attempt anything with them. Always leaving immediately he saw them.
Mitchell saw a cave in between the crevices of the mountain.' I can use this time to check everything in the spatial rings i have sto- collected'. He thought and made his way inside of the cave. It was dark and cold and it look very dirty, muddy and abandoned. The perfect place he could stay.
But he wasn't the only one that took interest in this cave. There was a middle aged man sitting down on one of the rocks and silently cultivated. He opened his eyes and looked at Mitchell who had not yet noticed his presence until the man opened his eyes.
His long hair stood on its end. The middle aged man was in Golden core realm. He didn't know which stage but him being in golden core was more than enough for to know that he would die no matter what he did. The man was that powerful, he hadn't even attacked yet and Mitchell was already feeling this much pressure.
"So you're the crimson purple kid" he said with his full of lack of interest. In his eyes were two bright golden balls of light, Mitchell only saw it for an instant but that allowed him to feel dread.
He could see him with a single thought and he wouldn't be able to do anything. He sucked in a deep breath. He was very wary of the man before him. 'Why was he here, with his strength he could already be at the top. Why is he here'. Mitchell said in his my mind. He was thinking of a way of escape from this predicament.
The middle aged man looked at his wariness and gave a chuckle. "Don't be afraid kid, if I wanted you dead you would be such. You're very interesting. I can sense a greater force coming from you that puts me on doubt, but that doesn't mean I'll kill you. Instead I want to see how long you can last".
"The famous crimson purple is still at the fifth stage of foundation building. And here I thought you were on my level." He kept the power coming from him release a little and Mitchell could see that he was already close to breaking through to the next realm. Just a hairsbreadth away.
'What is someone like him doing here'. Mitchell was pondering hard on this matter. He couldn't trust anything he said after all he could be lying and he wouldn't know.
"You don't believe me". The man said and then made to leave. Mitchell made way for him, trying to stay as far away as possible from him.
His clothes changed to that of dark robes without a spatial ring, instead several small inscriptions that were in circular shape floated above his right hand. They were glowing in a golden color.
He looked at Mitchell's surprise. "Guess you still don't know about the use of inscriptions." He chuckled again. "If you manage to get into the academy you can come and learn from me".
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In the room that overlooked the whole trial lands. The middle aged man was seething with rage.
"How did he manage and get in again. I thought the inscriptions were fortified against power deception. How did he get in again." The man was fuming with rage. His blood was boiling and his face was red.
Everyone in the room started to sweat bullets at his eruption. Even the face of the beautiful woman changed and a look of worry was seen on it. " Grandmaster please calm down". She said in hopes to calm him down but to no avail, instead he was even more furious.
"How did that damned disciple of your father be able to enter again. I've warned him serveral times yet he ignores my warning. This time I'll beat him to a pulp. He should stop interfering with the trials."
The beautiful woman was pale. She had never seen her grandmaster this angry before. And was threatening to beat her fathers disciple seriously this time. He should seriously stop interfering with the trials.
The rest of the team were fearful. They knew the identity of this man. He could blow up this control room with a sneeze for all he cared and everyone here would die.
They really wanted to pacify him but didn't know how. It could backfire and lead them closer to death.
"I'll kill him. I'll definitely kill him this time." Steam was coming out of his head. He was controlling himself not to explode the control room again. He raises his hand and a red ball of light, no bigger than a marble appeared.
When it appeared, everyone in the control room immediately turned pale. The beautiful woman was so pale that he almost looked like a corpse.
The ball of red light that looked so small and harmless was exuding a malicious aura that was so strong it was suffocating the people in the control.
He raised his hand above his head and pointed at the screen of light that was showing Mitchell and the man. He saw as the man smiled softly and his rage reached the peak. He would make sure to definitely kill him this time.