'I better not get in the way'. Ange thought and made to leave.
He was not a force she could fight against. His act of not killing her, just casually swinging his hand was a sign of mercy. And she was grateful for it.
She sat down crosslegged to cultivate since no one would to come near him. He was already a mighty existence in this trial. And the fact that he was still this low up the mountain meant that whatever he was here for was really bothering him and he was making preparations.
'That girl has a wisp of his presence. I'll keep her around for a while to answer my questions before terminating'. The teenager said inwardly as he still continued to look at the spot where Ange which was also the area at the base of the mountain where Mitchell was bringing chaos.
He had lost all sense of rationality and his usual calm and cool outlook was nowhere to be seen. He had changed to a whole different person. His long red hair and his tattered clothes along with his numerous wounds and a heavy bloodlust which gave him a feeling of wildness and irrationality made other cultivators feel dread and they would naturally want to avoid him but the moment he had locked unto them, they would never be able to escape and the fate that awaited them . . . was death.
'Mitchell, stop. Listen to him.' Jack had been saying none stop but Mitchell who was too preoccupied with his lust for blood paid no attention to Jack's words and kept on running wild.
Within his sea of consciousness which was usually black and two energies that would often time let out a ripple. The crimson dragons divine source was growing bigger and bigger with each passing moment. The way the crimson dragon best cultivated was to kill, which would excite his blood and pushed his power to the peak. Breaking its own barriers time and time again.
But even with this advantage, the crimson dragon hardly ever got to use this advantage only when it was at a great bottleneck and it was in a battle field where shedding of blood was allowed, it would not willingly go into such a state where it would lose its sense of rationality and be led by its instincts which only told it to kill.
This was the exact same state that Mitchell was in right now and he did not look like he would stop anything soon. The crimson dragon divine energy kept on increasing and the balance which jack had made so to make both divine sources continue to keep coexisting with each other in the same body was broken and the tides were turned completely.
Mitchell erupted with even more killing intent that could cut through steel. His aura gushed out of his body and the smell of death and blood permeated from his body.
His long hair now reached his back but despite the surge in killing intent Mitch do not go berserk but instead tied his long hair into a pony tail. The murderous light in his eyes could still be seen but his movements were a lot more refined now and each movement he made was like a veteran.
He no longer ran like a wild beast but dashed through the forest like a normal cultivator but with his insane speed. His wounds gradually healed up and he had changed his previous robes tattered robes to new one.
''I like . . .red''. He said and continued his rampage. His eyes were cold and would only show warmth when blood flowed. His countenance which was one of indifference would only change when there was death. He had changed to completely different person again.
He had changed to a completely different person who would only react when he saw blood spilt. Death was the ending he was looking for.
Mitchell might not know it, but he was slowly changing to be like the crimson nightmare.
As we all know the crimson nightmare died a long time ago and only his Divine energy source was passed down to Mitchell. As he kept on killing and the crimson energy within him continued to grow, it would cover his entire sea of consciousness and his will would turn into that of the crimson nightmare. He would become the next crimson dragon and the next crimson nightmare.
'I have been left with no other choice'. Jack said as he was within Mitchell's sea of consciousness. He immediately disappeared and was now within Mitchell's body where the both the crimson dragon and the purple moon were sealed.
The crimson dragon's scale was getting redder by the day and it looked like it was rousing from his slumber. Its eyes were shaking and its entire body was trembling as if it would wake up any moment from now.
Jack looked at his purple moon and saw the amount of purple aura it was releasing as it tried to hold back its awakening but since the seals were holding back its power and it could not bring out enough aura to suppress the crimson dragon, it was only a matter of time until it awakened and Mitchell turned into the next crimson dragon.
'Your body should be able to contain this amount of power with what you have been through'. Jack said and immediately swung his hand towards the purple moon or more importantly, towards the seals.
The purple moon trembled and the seals flickered violently but in the end only broke and Jack who was already in a illusionary form turned even more illusionary and very soon turned almost fully transparent. Jack coughed out a mouthful of blood even though he was a spirit and fell into deep sleep.
Meanwhile the purple moon, which now had one its seals broken in advance brought forth even more aura and suppressed the already awakening crimson dragon back to its eternal slumber.
Mitchell stopped instantly and clutched his head in pain. At the pain of forcefully breaking one of the seals when it was not yet time and his body could barely handle it. The base of his hair turned purple while the rest was still crimson. He screamed in pain and still continued to clutch his head as more purple hair grew.
After several hours had passed and he regained himself from the pain, he looked at himself and all the pain and everything he had done while he still in his rampage came flooding back into his head.
He remembered the killings. The bloodbath he had rain down and brought down his head in shame and sighed.
He had also seen everything that had happened inside his body and the sacrifice jack had made to return his sanity back.
He looked down at the red robes he was wearing which was still stained with red and looked at the body of a cultivator he had killed not too long ago.
He had caused a bloodbath and even lost sight of his goal and had instead gone farther from the base of the mountain.
"Well at least I don't have to be doubtful about jack anymore". He said and retied his hair into a pony tail again and looked at the mountain which had drawn farther from him. He sighed again.