King's Awakening-Chapter 811 - : Saint Ji Xinghuai (Grand Finale)

Chapter 811 -811: Saint Ji Xinghuai (Grand Finale)

“Saint Ji Xinghuai!”

Boom!

Having fully comprehended the lifetime of this Saint, White Mitchell could no longer contain the power built up within him, erupting violently.

In an instant, a dazzling light burst forth from his body, shooting up into the sky.

For a moment, the brilliant light formed a massive column of radiance.

This pillar of light charged towards the sky, carrying with it a palpable, heart-pounding power.

Even more, the beam punched directly through Emperor Qing’s Relics, and within the entire Forbidden Land, it stood like a towering pillar, attracting the gazes of all the cultivators in the Forbidden Land.

“What’s going on? Which powerful individual is breaking through?”

“Such formidable power, it has been many years since such majestic power was seen within the Forbidden Land.”

“In that direction, is it Emperor Qing’s Relics? Could it be that some treasure has been unearthed?”

At that moment, the entire Forbidden Land buzzed with speculation and investigation regarding this abrupt surge of power.

However, as they were temporarily unable to enter Emperor Qing’s Relics, everyone could only watch from afar, unable to approach the monument.

As time passed, the column of light emanating from White Mitchell’s body not only showed no signs of dissipating, instead, it grew even more intense.

Soon, various factions began to feel that something was off.

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Especially those entities who held Origin Power within them.

They were astonished to find that their Origin Power, held within their grasp, seemed to be attracted by the mysterious beam of light, seeking to merge with it.

Those who detected the anomaly began to deploy their techniques in hopes of suppressing the Origin Power within their control.

However, their actions not only produced no results, on the contrary, it stirred up rebellion within the Origin Power.

“How is this possible? We have held the Origin Power in our hands for a thousand years, it has long been tamed by us, how could it…”

“Come back, come back to me, Origin Power. I have given you so many treasures over the years so that you could maintain your power, how could you…”

“Ah! My Origin Power! Without it, how will we establish ourselves in the future?”

For a moment, there was resistless discontent among the various factions.

Meanwhile, White Mitchell felt wave after wave of power ceaselessly pour into his body.

His strength was gradually increasing.

As the Origin Power continuously streamed into White Mitchell’s body, it was as if an infinite amount of energy was injected into him, and his strength was rising at a rapidly accelerating rate.

At this moment, White Mitchell’s eyes became colder, and his gaze upon the crowd revealed an endless arrogance.

“You thought the Origin Power had been tamed by you? You thought you could control it? Laughable!” White Mitchell sneered, his voice filled with mockery.

The crowd exchanged glances, falling into silence. They had always believed that they had conquered the Origin Power, bending it to their will. However, now they were being backlashed by the Origin Power.

White Mitchell felt his strength rising rapidly, a hint of ecstasy stirring in his heart. He understood that this strange power came from the mysterious relic, came from the legendary figure.

“I should thank you, whoever you are, whatever your purpose, I am grateful for the opportunity you have bestowed upon me.” White Mitchell murmured, a surge of determination welling within him.

He knew he was on the threshold of a peak, with just one step he could truly enter the ranks of the powerful.

White Mitchell decided to use this force to trample everyone else beneath his feet and become the supreme powerhouse.

He embarked on a covert operation, incorporating the backlash of the Origin Power into himself to enhance his own strength, while simultaneously draining the Origin Power of the other strong individuals dry.

His strength was visibly and rapidly increasing, and for a moment the surrounding air seemed to tremble in response.

Only then did the other strong individuals come to their senses, realising that this uncontrollable terrifying force was being manipulated by White Mitchell.

“No, this is impossible! How could he control the Origin Power?”

“By what means did he reach this realm?”

Everyone was astonished, they couldn’t believe what was happening before their eyes. White Mitchell had already exceeded all their imaginations.

With chagrin surging in their hearts, they began to fight against White Mitchell in an attempt to reclaim the Origin Power.

But White Mitchell had already broken free of their control, he could easily evade their attacks, even having the capacity to counterattack.

His figure moved like a phantom, every strike was a deadly blow. The crowd seemed to be facing an evil spirit from hell, and they were at a loss for what to do.

White Mitchell sneered, a flash of disdain in his eyes. He felt the continuous influx of power, making him feel invincible.

After some time, White Mitchell’s strength reached a new height, he felt himself standing at the summit of an infinite mountain, looking down upon everyone.

However, deep in his heart, there was a hint of unease.

What this power brought him was not just strength, but also a strange sense of oppression. He could feel the turbulence and instability of the power, as if it could plunge him into danger at any moment.

After a moment’s thought, he decided to try to suppress this power as much as possible to avoid losing his sanity.

He closed his eyes and used his mind to guide the power, sealing it deep within his body. Consequently, his figure returned to calm, becoming ordinary again.

“This is the right path.” White Mitchell murmured.

He knew that power is just a tool, and should not control him. He will continue to seek the true realm, exploring the profundity of the Way of Martial Arts.

His eyes shone with a stubborn light, and he had returned to his ranks. This time, he was determined to stand at the peak, and become a true powerhouse.

White Mitchell chose to leave, he would continue his journey in pursuit of the powerful, and would never stop.

Meanwhile, those once arrogant powerhouses deeply reflected on their own arrogance and ignorance.

They realised that being strong doesn’t mean the ability to control power, but the ability to control oneself.

Only by truly achieving this could one reach the true peak.

(The End)