King's Awakening

As soon as these words fell, the Transcendents collectively nodded in agreement.

White Mitchell’s abilities were bewitching, but there was no denying that he was a member of the Dragon Realm, having sweated and bled for it.

The more robust his talent, the better for the Dragon Realm. Facing the unknown dangers, the Dragon Realm would gain another layer of strength.

However, all of these depended on whether he could successfully grow into that power.

While it seems White Mitchell’s current strength is infinitely close to a Transcendent, the smallest difference can lead to a huge gap. A slight difference in power is akin to a vast chasm.

Unless one ascends to become a Transcendent, they would never understand the terror of a Transcendent’s strength.

Before that, White Mitchell has to face a powerful Mitchell family, which is supported by the Eight Sects.

The Eight Sects possess powers of a true Transcendent, far surpassing these independent Transcendents, by many times over.

Before the Eight Sects, these unallied Transcendents couldn’t really make a stand.

All these depend on what White Mitchell himself has to face.

Of course, White Mitchell could also choose to let go of his hatred for the Mitchell family and forget everything done by the Mitchell family in the past.

However, even if he could forget, the Mitchell family wouldn’t possibly let a severe threat like White Mitchell grow stronger.

They worry, they fear. To them, White Mitchell is like a ticking bomb ready to explode. As long as he exists, they can’t rest easy.

Moreover, while others are unaware, these Transcendents, living in seclusion in the Capital City, know it all too well.

Why did Fendy Taylor suddenly appear in the Mitchell family with her son? Why not long after was White Mitchell banished from the family, and Fendy’s son, Benjamin Mitchell, successfully gained a position in the Eight Sects?

All of this couldn’t have happened without someone pulling the strings behind the scenes. No one would believe it if they were told otherwise.

Therefore, they all clearly understand that a confrontation between White Mitchell and the Mitchell family is inevitable, and that day is not far off.

However, these are not issues they should be concerned about. Just let destiny run its course.

Upon reaching this consensus, the Transcendents nodded to each other and soon dispersed.

White Mitchell, standing on the Peak of the Forbidden Palace, felt a sense of tranquillity as he sensed the dissipation of these unknown auras.

“When can I step into Transcendence? I look forward to it more and more,” White Mitchell murmured to himself, unconsciously glancing at a shallow scar on his palm.

The scar looked ordinary, much like the hundreds of similar ones scattered across his body.

However, unlike the others born from battlefield clashes, this scar on his palm was a memento of the Endless Hell Prison.

Only a close observation would reveal the difference.

The scar’s core had never healed completely, even after such a long time. The red mark at its centre resembled a brand, creating an eerie sight.

The deepest part of the Endless Hell Prison held a mysterious entity.

No one knew his origins, or had seen his real face, or knew how long he had been living, or who had confined him there. Even those at the Endless Hell Prison were clueless.

This mysterious entity seemed to have existed since the establishment of the Endless Hell Prison.

While some believed he was dead, no one else had ever survived from the prison’s depths, except for White Mitchell.

The day he received the mission from the Elders’ House, much stronger people from various countries were already ordered to explore the mystery.

Although they didn’t know why, some guessed that the person imprisoned there had something to do with the Transcendent Origin.

After spending a whole year delving into the matter, White Mitchell finally reached the deepest depth of the Endless Hell Prison.

However, he had not touched the so-called Transcendent Origin, nor met the mysterious entity.

What happened at the Endless Hell Prison that day felt like a dream.

Only the scar on his palm served as a constant reminder that that wasn’t a dream.

“Perhaps, only upon stepping into Transcendence will everything be resolved,” White Mitchell breathed deeply. He remembered a sentence he heard in that ‘dream’ that day: “Return here, once you become a Transcendent.”

Many strong men have entered the Endless Hell Prison, but only he has walked out alive.

White Mitchell had no idea why that was the case.

Thinking about this, White Mitchell couldn’t help but shake his head, instantly putting such thoughts aside. He then ordered his subordinates, “Take them back and spread the news that I’ve been severely injured in this fight.

Make our men appear as chaotic as possible. The more chaotic, the better.

If Braxton asks, give him the same answer.”

Having said that, White Mitchell stepped down from the Peak of Forbidden Palace and got into his chariot.

The play has almost come to an end; it was about time to cast the net.

Of course, before that, White Mitchell needed to keep fueling the fire.

As the saying goes, before utter destruction, there must be madness!

…

The next morning, the news of Commander White’s severe injuries spread like wildfire.

“Hush! The news is absolutely reliable. Last night, the Capital City’s ten best physicians were rushed to the Northern Command Headquarters. They were in quite the hurry.”

“Is it true? Is our Commander really injured? And what about Yama? Why hasn’t any news come from him?”

“Are you silly? Do you think such a secretive man like Yama would dare to show his face? The War Department’s men are looking for him everywhere, I bet he has already fled.”

Speculations ran rampant in various circles.

Furthermore, White Mitchell had also managed to deceive Braxton, leading to him hastily mobilizing the War Department’s soldiers.

The soldiers in the White War Department, however, retreated to the Northern Command Headquarters, showed a look of utter panic as if expecting an enemy attack.

All this seemed to confirm that Commander White was indeed injured, but the White War Department was trying to suppress this news.

However, the more it appeared as such, people felt that it was akin to a thief crying stop thief.

Suddenly, those high-class families in the Capital City, who were impatient to rise to power, began to make bolder moves.

The movement by the Mitchell and Taylor Families were the most explicit, giving off signs of wanting to dominate the Capital City.

Amidst this strange atmosphere, the Four Great War Gods quietly surrounded the Taylor family…