Mitchell felt his entire body being slowly squeezed as he fell through the tunnel of multicolored light. It was getting so tight that he was starting to suffocate.
Then a purple light shine from his chest and the feeling of being squeezed relaxed and the fall through the tunnel of multicolored light was more peaceful.
He looks at his body that was surrounded by a purple light and couldn't help but smile wryly. All these things seem to impossible yet they were all happening.
He didn't even know what to say or what to think. 'Jack, that's the name of the purple figure'. As he recalled the battle, he couldn't help but say inwardly.
He didn't know what to do. All he knew was that his past life had ended with the advent of those two figures. The purple light around his body dimmed a little and he could now see the ending of the tunnel.
"I wonder what's on the other side". Then suddenly he fell out and fell straight on his head.
Mitchell slowly opened his eyes, groggily taking in his surroundings. He found himself in a dark cave, the air thick with an otherworldly energy. As he sat up, he noticed that his wounds were all mostly healed, and his eyes, which had been bloodshot and painful, now felt clear and refreshed. He could even see I'm the dark "How can I see in the dark?"
As soon as the question left his lips, a voice responded, 'You have woken up, that was fast. I expected you to sleep for a years'. The boy's head jerked to the side, his eyes scanning the darkness as he shouted, "Who is it? Who was that?"
The voice remained quiet, almost amused, as it replied, 'You do not remember what happened.' The boy's eyes widened as he recalled the events leading up to his current situation. He remembered the battle between the two gods, the crimson nightmare and the purple god, and how they had infused him with their divine energy.
A piercing pain shot through his head as he shook in fear, vividly recalling the agony he had endured. The voice spoke again, ' I was the one in purple armor there.' The boy's confusion deepened as he shook his head, clutching his temples.
"How long was I sleeping?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The purple god, Jack Cameron, replied in a carefree tone, 'A few days 'The boy's eyes widened in shock as he stumbled to his feet.
"A few days? What happened to me?" He couldn't wrap his head around the idea that he had been asleep for several days and his badly injured body had almost healed finished.
The purple god, Jack, chuckled and said, 'Let me explain.' He began to recount the events leading up to the boy's arrival in the spirit realm. 'My name is Jack Cameron, and the other guy I was fighting against that day was Ronald Dale.
The boy's eyes widened as Jack continued, 'Where you are now is the doorstep to my living quarters in the spirit realm.' Jack explained that the spirit realm was a dimensional world filled with rich spiritual qi, perfect for cultivation.
The boy's confusion deepened as Jack explained the concept of cultivation. 'We cultivate the base forms of humans, which was locked after a disaster'
Jack paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, 'But in the spirit realm, there is a special energy that, when we absorb, we break through to higher base forms. Once you've reached the highest form, you can ascend to the divine realm.'
'For now, I will only tell you three.
Qi condensation
Foundation building
Golden cores
The boy's mind reeled as he tried to process the information, his thoughts swirled with questions, but one stood out above the rest: "What does that have to do with me?" Jack's expression turned serious, 'Now that you are here, you must cultivate.'
The boy's face contorted in confusion, "Why? I can just go home." Jack's expression turned stern, 'You can't go back, it's a one-way trip. You have to cultivate before you can go back.'
The boy's eyes widened in realization, and he felt a sense of trepidation wash over him. He was trapped in this strange new world, forced to cultivate in order to survive. The thought sent a shiver down his spine as he asked, "What happens if I don't cultivate?"
Jack's voice turned grim, 'If you don't cultivate, you'll wither away and die. The spiritual qi here is too strong for your body to handle without cultivation. You'll need to learn to harness it, or you'll be consumed by it.'
'And the gods will put you back in your prison if you don't. Its your only chance'. Jack said to himself but Mitchell couldn't hear it if not, there would be questions.
The boy's mind reeled as he tried to comprehend the enormity of his situation. He was a fish out of water, thrust into a world that was completely foreign to him. But did he have a choice?
"Okay," the boy said, his voice firm. "I'll do it. I'll cultivate". Jack didn't say anything else and continued.
'What's your name? I've already told you mine', Jack asked.
"Mitchell... Mitchell Loren," he replied, his voice casual.
'Alright, how old are you now?' Jack asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Mitchell thought for a second before responding, "Sixteen"
He added, "As far as you're in the qi condensation realm, you can live for 500 years, no problem."
Mitchell's eyes widened at the prospect of a long life ahead. "What do I call you, mister god?" he asked, still getting used to the idea of Jack being a god.
"Just Jack is fine," Jack replied, waving his hand in a gesture of humility. "I want to shrug off my previous entitlement and besides I am nothing compared to you Lord Fate".
Mitchell's face turned sour. He called him Lord fate again.
" What do you mean by Lord Fate. You seem to talking about me. Am I that known". He asked in amusement.
'Almost all divine beings know about Lord Fate. The last primordial who stood against the great gods regime and killed a lot of gods after Lord shivo died. You met your end when you fought against the first God but he didn't go unscathed either.'
Mitchell was shocked. When was he that person. But Jack seemed to read his mind and continued.
'It happened several thousands years ago yet the celestial beings are still recovering from it. After that, many became god slayers and the course of history changed'
"I don't understand anything you've just said". He said.
'That's to be expected. My guess is you have only just reincarnated and soon your memories should be coming back. It's only a matter of time.'
'I suggest we forget about that for now Lord Fate and focus on the matter at hand.' Mitchell nodded and asked Jack to stop calling him Lord Fate. It was very weird for someone who had not been respected his whole life.
Mitchell nodded, still feeling a bit awestruck by the god's presence. "How do I get in your apartment?" he asked.
"You mean living quarters," Jack corrected
"Who cares, how do I get in?" Mitchell asked in a carefree manner. He was dirty, covered in grime and blood, and he longed for a place to clean up.
"Simple, just pour out your aura of my purple moon that you absorbed," Jack replied, as if it was the easiest thing to do.
'Okay, just close your eyes, enter your mind, and you will see my soul and my purple moon energy. Imagine entering it. It shouldn't be too hard. It was yours to begin with.' Jack instructed.
Mitchell did as he was told, closing his eyes and focusing his mind. After minutes of trying to enter his mind, he finally succeeded. What he saw shocked him.
His mind was blank and black, stretching out as far as the eye could see. He didn't look too far before he saw what Jack said was his soul in his purple moon. But there was more. He also saw another energy, crimson in color. Mitchell tried to explore his mind further, but he couldn't see anything else.
He soon gave up, deciding to focus on the purple moon energy. He walked straight into it, and as he did, he felt a strange sensation, as if he was entering a different realm.
In reality, after minutes of silence, Mitchell opened his eyes, and purple aura spilled out of his body. When it met the walls of the cave, a secret passage opened, revealing a hidden entrance that one wouldn't expect.
Mitchell's eyes widened as he took in the sheer beauty of the living quarters. The room was filled with a warm, golden light, and the air was filled with a sweet, floral scent. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, depicting scenes of nature and mythological creatures.
The room was spacious, with a large, circular bed in the center, surrounded by a series of alcoves containing various artifacts and treasures. Mitchell's eyes landed on a large, crystal pool, filled with shimmering water that seemed to glow from within.
'Welcome to my home," Jack said. "Make yourself at home . . .Mitchell. You're going to be here for a while."
Mitchell nodded, still taking in the beauty of the living quarters. He felt a sense of wonder and excitement, knowing that this was just the beginning of his journey in the spirit realm.
As he looked around, he noticed a series of doors leading out of the room, each one adorned with intricate carvings and symbols. He wondered what lay beyond each door, and what secrets the living quarters held.
"What's this place?" Mitchell asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
'This is my living quarters,'Jack replied, smiling. 'It's a place where I can rest, meditate, and cultivate. It's also a place where you can train and learn.'
Mitchell nodded, his eyes fixed on the crystal pool. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to it.
'It's a regular pool'. His voice held back his nostalgia
Mitchell's eyes widened as he approached the pool. He could feel the energy emanating from it, and he knew that this was just the beginning of his journey in the spirit realm.' Let's get you cleaned up,' Jack said. 'You look like you could use a bath.'
Mitchell nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He was dirty, and he longed to clean up. As he stepped into the pool, he felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over him.
The warm, golden water enveloped him, and he felt his body and mind begin to relax. He knew that this was just the beginning of his journey, and he was excited to see what the future held.
As he soaked in the pool, Mitchell couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Jack. He had taken him in, and was teaching him the ways of the spirit realm.
''Thanks, Jack,''Mitchell said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I owe you one." Not knowing what he did in his past life to be given such treatment.
'You owe me nothing Lord . .' He was having a hard time calling him by his name. Mitchell just sighed and nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over him.
"Let's get started," Mitchell said, his voice filled with determination.