Mitchell sat down cross legged to cultivate, but he didn't start cultivating immediately, his mind wandered to the technique from the crimson nightmare. The technique seemed to be simple and easy to cast, but he had experienced the use and the repercussions that the user suffered but why was it among the crimson nightmare's attack repoitre. 'There is definitely something off'. When he had used the technique to boost his speed and power two fold, he saw the faint shock and tension on Ange's face as he was preparing his blood to explode.
He sat still and kept pondering on the matter , he felt if he could unravel the mystery and completely comprehend the technique, his knowledge towards it would make him bring forth an even amazing power.
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'He is trying to get an epiphany already just from unravelling the mystery of why only the crimson nightmare could use this technique, if he could get to the base of it then his use of that technique would be even greater. He does not even need to be given a clue, just a small hint and he is already trying to unravel everything. How long would it take before he finds out . . . .' Jack sighed in Mitchell's sea of consciousness. He looked around in the vast ocean of darkness and the two floating balls of energy in front of him. He had never thought of his life leading here.
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Mitchell sat down for several days still pondering on the matter but because he had no lead, he couldn't delve in deep to the root of the technique that made it different that normal cultivators cannot cast it.
He pondered for two months before eventually reaching a brick wall that even if he continued thinking he would get no where. By the time his eyes flew open for the first time in two months, he looked at himself and saw a thin and emaciated body. His eyes had sunken into his sockets and his skin was very pale. Cultivators at his stage could live without any food for several weeks when circulating their cultivation base and with Mitchell's body housing two divine energy of gods, he could go for an even longer period of time. But Mitchell had not circulated his base form even once while he was in his thoughts and that made him look like so. If he had been constantly circulating his energy, at most he would only look a bit pale.
'I know now why this technique is special to the crimson nightmare, its because I have the internal structure of the crimson dragon or rather still my body has been modified to resemble that of the crimson dragon and since I was asleep for over a hundred years, it had sufficient time to change my body and with the condition I was in at that time, it made it even more possible for me to cast this technique. . . . but why can't others cast it, it can't just be because I have the internal structure. No, there are still some things I do not know. One of them could be the reason.' Mitchell ended his trail of thoughts there and began to circulate his cultivation base.
He had used to months to ponder about it and he still got so far. When he started cultivating again, his realm which had started to dissipate came alive and his stage increased by a margin in the fifth stage of the foundation building realm. He sucked in a breath. After three days if cultivating he had returned to his original appearance. His eyes shot open and he looked to the side to see the jade slip that Ange had given to him for communication was vibrating.
He picked it up and heard her voice reverberating in his ears. "Mitchell, where are you. I've been trying to reach you for a long time but you haven't answered me". Mitchell was silent. He didn't know what to say." Anyways, are you ready. The registration for academies had started a month ago". She continued.
"Ehn". Mitchell answered .
"We have to go now, only the divine pavilion are still holding registrations".
"OK, I'll be there in ten minutes". Mitchell immediately started packing his few robes and put it in a bag before leaving the house. He had no idea that the two months he spent pondering had almost cost them their chance .