King's Awakening Chapter 787

Chapter 784: Chapter 784: Saint Ling Feng

“Saint, Wind Breaker.”

White Mitchell's gaze is resolute, understanding the responsibility on his shoulders.

Immediately, the scene in front of him shifts again.

White Mitchell is an ordinary young man living in East Sun City. His family isn't wealthy, but he possesses an enthusiasm for progress. From a young age, he was very interested in martial arts, dreaming of standing at the pinnacle of the Cultivation World with unparalleled strength.

However, East Sun City is a small city within the Cultivation World, lacking resources and with harsh cultivation conditions. White Mitchell can only enhance his cultivation level by self-studying. Before dawn each day, he would go to a valley outside the city to practice alone. He practices various martial arts using a cultivation manual his mother left him.

But White Mitchell's cultivation path could not possibly be so smooth. The ruler of East Sun City, Jackson, has always been watching him closely because he knows White Mitchell's cultivation potential is significant. If one day he truly cultivated formidable martial arts, it might threaten his own position.

Jackson is a well-known villain in the Cultivation World, possessing powerful strength and authority. Feeling extremely threatened by White Mitchell, he decides to take measures to halt White Mitchell's growth.

One day, while White Mitchell was practicing, Jackson sent his men to attack him. Unaware, White Mitchell only fought back with all his might. Even though his opponents were stronger, White Mitchell kept fighting tenaciously. His martial arts became more polished, and his movement technique became more agile.

After an intense battle, White Mitchell defeated Jackson's minions, but he was injured and fell into unconsciousness. After an unknown period, he woke up to find himself in an unfamiliar place. He was in the middle of a desolate area with only an ancient temple standing decayed in the distance.

White Mitchell barely stood up. His walking stick was broken, so he had to move towards the temple step by step. Upon entering the temple, he noticed an aged man with white hair, meditating with closed eyes.

White Mitchell greeted him; the old man opened his eyes and looked at him. Speaking solemnly, he said: “White Mitchell, your courage and persistence impress me. Although your cultivation level is shallow, your potential boggles the mind. I have decided to teach you some of my martial arts within a limited time to help you grow.”

White Mitchell was overwhelmed by this unexpected news. He knelt to show his gratitude.

From then on, White Mitchell practiced the martial arts taught by the old man in the temple every day. The rocky cultivation path was once again embarked on. He pushed himself to the limit and moved closer to becoming the strongest in the Cultivation World.

Several years later, White Mitchell finally became a formidable presence in the Cultivation World. His name was known throughout East Sun City. This attracted a group of like-minded friends, and they formed a Cultivation Team together.

White Mitchell's team included a young boy who was skilled in swordsmanship, a girl knowledgeable in formations, and a nimble archer. Each individual had their own strengths, and they learned from each other and progressed together.

However, Jackson did not give up on targeting White Mitchell. He sent more people, attempting to completely eradicate White Mitchell. White Mitchell and his team had to continuously face various challenges and difficulties.

They went through countless life and death trials, but they never backed down in the face of difficulties. They supported one another, encouraged each other, and used their strength to protect each other.

Finally, the day came for the decisive battle between White Mitchell and Jackson.

On the day of the final battle, Jackson stood atop a majestic peak with the rolling black clouds behind him, making even the heavens and the earth pale in comparison. Dressed in a black robe, his eyes chilled coldly and a sly smile formed on his face.

White Mitchell, leading his team, climbed the peak and entered the battlefield. His eyebrows lightly furrowed. He could sense the surplus of dark energy engulfing the area, as if it wished to devour the entire world.

“Jackson, I've already seen through your conspiracies and ambitions!” White Mitchell's voice was calm as water, yet filled with endless determination.

“White Mitchell, do you think you can stop me? Your abilities are still far from enough to challenge me.” Jackson snickered. His figure disappeared from its original location in an instant, appearing behind White Mitchell, throwing a punch at him.

White Mitchell's figure flickered, avoiding Jackson's fist. He spun around and lashed out in a swift kick, madly quick as lightning, and sent Jackson flying in an instant.

Jackson rolled on the ground, his eyes glowering at White Mitchell, an intense Dark Energy radiating from his body. He swiped his hand, a wave of black Magic Power materialized out of nowhere, rushing towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell's eyes narrowed, he exerted his maximum effort to dodge while simultaneously thrusting his longsword with lightning speed. The glittering blade collided with the black Magic Power, resulting in a massive blast.

Both figures intertwined, each move and stroke was a life-or-death struggle. White Mitchell's punches, kicks, and elbows were all sharp and fierce. He brought his cultivation into full play.

Jackson, on the other hand, wielded the Power of Darkness, each strike contained the power of destruction. His fists and kicks, bathed in a black glow, viciously struck White Mitchell's body, only leaving behind superficial wounds.

White Mitchell gritted his teeth, constantly adjusting his breathing and rhythm. He gradually found Jackson's weakness while his team engaged in a fierce battle with Jackson's minions in the surroundings.

A youth swung his sword, slicing off an enemy's arm; a girl maneuvered a matrix, trapping a bunch of enemies inside; an archer took a leap and aimed, an arrow hit an enemy right between the eyes.

White Mitchell's breathing became gradually steady, his gaze focussed fixedly on Jackson: “Jackson, your reign is about to end!”

Jackson scoffed coldly, dark Magic Power gushed out from his body, accompanied by wafts of Dark Aura, he became increasingly powerful.

White Mitchell became thoughtful, he knew he had to unleash his true power. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, the cultivation power within him erupted like a volcano.

His body seemed to be enveloped in a halo, the surrounding air appeared to have been oppressed by his energy.

White Mitchell took a step forward, his fist turned into a flash of light, hitting Jackson's chest instantly. Jackson was blasted through several mountains, covered in blood.

White Mitchell didn't stop, he unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, battering Jackson into submission.

Jackson struggled to stand up, his eyes filled with madness and despair: “You're more than one White Mitchell, I won't give up!”

Looking at Jackson, White Mitchell felt his indefatigable resolve. He took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a hint of respect: “You have courage, but I will use my power to protect this world, I won't let you continue your evil.”

White Mitchell's team also felt his conviction, they rallied together to launch their final strike at Jackson.

The entire mountain trembled under their clash, light and darkness intertwined, forming a spectacular scene. Everyone fought with all they've got, for their belief.

In the end, White Mitchell's team successfully defeated Jackson and his followers. Their power tremendously escalated, their beliefs became even stronger.

White Mitchell gazed at the fallen Jackson, taking a deep breath to calm his mind. He knew, the path of cultivation was not just about power and battles, there was a much broader world to explore.

White Mitchell's team silently surveyed their surroundings. They saw their comrades who had lost their lives in the battle, saw the mountains scarred by the fires of war. They looked at each other with determination, vowing to carry on their journey, to bring peace and tranquility to this world.

Determination glittered in White Mitchell's eyes, he gathered his gear, leading the team away from the ruins of the war. Their journey in the Cultivation World would continue, they would explore the vast world, using their power to guard justice and peace.

White Mitchell and his team kept moving, coming to an ancient jungle in the Cultivation World. The jungle was shrouded in powerful monster aura, devoid of vitality. The team members scrunched their noses at the foul smell that permeated the air.

White Mitchell decided to probe deeper into the jungle, hoping to find the source and eradicate the evil power. They cautiously penetrated the jungle, but soon encountered trouble. Underneath the dense foliage, a colossal beast with black fur suddenly sprang out from the forest.

White Mitchell swiftly dodged the beast's attack and retaliated with his sword. The other members of the team also joined in, their coordinated attacks trapping the beast in the center. After a fierce battle, they finally defeated the beast.

Suddenly, a powerful black fog filled the jungle, carrying sounds that humans couldn't comprehend. Everyone felt dizzy and their bodies felt incredibly heavy, as if a mountain was pressing down on them.

White Mitchell persisted despite the overwhelming black fog. Focusing his energy, he mobilized his Inner Strength, preparing for a final struggle. He jumped towards the center of the black fog, his blade cleaving the fog with a beam of Sword Qi.

As the Sword Qi flickered, the black fog gradually vanished, revealing an ancient altar. On top of it was a brilliant flame, emitting waves of mysterious energy.

White Mitchell approached the altar and examined it carefully. Suddenly, a flash of light zapped across him and a powerful force pulled him into the flame. His body instantly plunged into darkness.

When he reopened his eyes, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar place. The air was filled with a mysterious aura, flowers were blooming, and birds were sweetly singing all around.

Looking around out of curiosity, White Mitchell decided to explore this beautiful and mystical place. As he moved forward, an ancient stone staircase appeared in front of him.

He ascended the steps and was greeted by a breathtaking view of misty mountains. At the peak was a magnificent temple, radiating an exceptionally sacred aura.

White Mitchell walked along the mountain path towards the temple. Upon entering, he saw a cultivator meditating in the center.

“I respectfully seek guidance, Senior,” White Mitchell said with a deep bow.

The cultivator slowly opened his eyes, nodding with a smile. His voice echoed across the temple, “Young one, you have arrived in the fairyland.”

A chill ran down White Mitchell's spine as he wore an excited expression. This was the fairyland that he had always yearned for, where he could attain even greater cultivation power. At the same time, he knew it was also fraught with danger.

The cultivator told him that while the fairyland was filled with endless opportunities for cultivation, it was also home to cunning enemies. He needed to continuously improve his cultivation to establish a footing in this world.

Listening silently, White Mitchell vowed to strive and endure for a better future for his team. He wanted to become a truly powerful cultivator, to protect the people he loved, and his faith.

In the fairyland, White Mitchell encountered many cultivators, each with their unique abilities and realms. He exchanged views and ideas with them, constantly gained wisdom, and grew over time.

After some time, White Mitchell finally broke through to the realm of Immortal Realm, his strength reaching a new pinnacle. He returned to his original world, equipped with newfound abilities and wisdom.

White Mitchell's team was overjoyed. They knew that with White Mitchell's leadership and power, they could face any difficulties and challenges.

Thus, White Mitchell along with his team continued their journey in the Cultivation World. They embarked on various missions across the world, assisting the needy and fighting against evil forces. Their name spread throughout the Cultivation World, becoming a symbol of justice and courage.

White Mitchell knew that their adventures would continue to encounter more significant challenges and hazards, but they were prepared. They would use their power to uphold justice and protect peace. This was their faith, their mission.

Eventually, White Mitchell's team became legends in the Cultivation World, their deeds passed on for generations. Their name was etched in people's hearts as a symbol of justice and courage.

And White Mitchell, as their leader, left a unique mark among the people. He was hailed as the Guardian of the Cultivation World, representing the power of justice and light.

The Cultivation World enjoyed peace and tranquility, with people leading happy lives. All these were because of White Mitchell and his team, their courage and persistence.

However, while people were enjoying peace, a dark conspiracy was secretly brewing.

One day, White Mitchell received an anonymous letter that read: “White Mitchell, your so-called justice and light are merely illusions. The Cultivation World will face a disaster, and you will be the catalyst!”

White Mitchell furrowed his brows. He knew his team served as the guardians of the world's peace and they would never do anything against justice. However, this letter posed an indescribable threat to him.

White Mitchell immediately convened his team to relay the situation. They all furrowed their brows. They firmly believed in White Mitchell's character–he would never betray justice. Nevertheless, their adversaries had hidden themselves too deeply, keeping their real intentions unknown.

The team decided to temporarily leave their headquarters and travel to various corners of the Cultivation World to gather information and seek the conspirators hidden in the darkness. They would join forces with many friends to maintain the peace and light of the Cultivation World together.

However, they had not expected that the conspiracy was connected to people they had once saved.

The team arrived at their first destination-a city in the Cultivation World famous across the four seas. The city was formerly overrun with demons but became prosperous since they saved it. However, some disturbing rumors had begun to circulate.

Some claimed that unimaginable monsters had appeared in a valley deep within the city, terrifyingly fierce and fearful of no power in the Cultivation World. As these beasts emerged, the city began to descend into rare chaos and panic.

White Mitchell decided to lead his team to this valley and investigate the cause of these occurrences themselves. They turned into lightning, swiftly crossing the sky to reach the valley.

What they saw was a scene the Cultivation World had never witnessed before–the valley had been swallowed by darkness and evil, falling into deathly silence. All the animals had disappeared, leaving only a chilling, soul-piercing atmosphere to linger.

The team cautiously moved forward, seeking out the shadows of these monsters. Whether it was White Mitchell or his companions, they could all feel the wicked cold spreading in the air. Suddenly, a colossal monster emerged from the valley staring at them fiercely as if a haunting specter in the night.

White Mitchell stepped forward, with his teammates standing confidently behind him. They knew that this battle was going to be the most difficult one in their journey of cultivation.

Barely did White Mitchell concentrate his mind when a biting Sword Qi spontaneously condensed into a gigantic sword, shimmering with a blue light. As he swung the sword, the Sword Qi raged like a tsunami and devoured the enormous monster instantly.

However, this was just the beginning. Continuous streams of monsters surged out of the valley, seemingly endless. The team put everything they had into the battle against these monsters.

Just when the team's strength was nearly spent, a figure appeared before them. It was a man wearing a black robe, a smirk on his face.

“Is it you?” White Mitchell asked in a stern voice.

The man in the black robe nodded. “Yes, it's me. White Mitchell, I'm the one you once saved. What's funny is that you never thought I would betray you.”

White Mitchell was silent for a moment, unwilling to believe what he was seeing. “Why would you do this? Why would we save someone who betrayed the Cultivation World?”

The man in the black robe laughed eerily. “It's hilarious. Don't you know that while I served the Cultivation World outwardly, I was in league with the Demon Realm in secret? Now, I can finally get away from you clueless fools.”

White Mitchell was shocked. He had a sudden realization that they had been used all this time. Every action they had taken was part of the dark forces' strategic plan.

A blade, gleaming with Demonic Light, suddenly appeared in the man in the black robe's hand. He moved to attack White Mitchell with a cold smirk. White Mitchell didn't hesitate. He drew his Longsword and fiercely battled with the man in the black robe.

The rest of the team also joined the fight, combining their powers against the dark forces' conspiracy. Blood sprayed everywhere, the sound of clashing swords and magic could be heard from every direction.

However, the man in the black robe was stronger than they had anticipated. With his powerful magic, he put them in a desperate situation. Gradually, the team couldn't hold on anymore. They were being suppressed by the dark forces and could barely catch their breath.

Just as White Mitchell was feeling helpless, suddenly a ray of light appeared beside him. A mysterious cultivator appeared before him, his eyes revealing endless wisdom and power.

“I am the guardian of the Cultivation World, and I see your courage and righteousness. Now, let me assist you in defeating this traitor,” said the mysterious cultivator.

White Mitchell felt a powerful force radiating from the cultivator. He knew this was their last hope to defeat the dark forces.

The mysterious cultivator waved his Demon-slaying Sword, its aura incredibly fierce. He engaged in a fierce battle with the man in the black robe, their sword light intertwining, and magic flying around.

White Mitchell watched the battlefield anxiously. He knew his abilities were limited and he could not participate in such an intense battle. But he did not give up, firmly believing that as long as the mysterious cultivator was present, they could definitely defeat the dark forces.

The energy fluctuations from the mysterious cultivator became increasingly intense, as if a divine force was being injected into him. His swordsmanship became sharper, each wave was like starlight crossing the night sky, inspiring awe.

The man in the black robe felt the mysterious cultivator growing stronger and became increasingly violent. He cast various strange magic attacks, attempting to defeat the mysterious cultivator. But the mysterious cultivator, with his nimble movement technique, easily avoided each attack, firmly suppressing the man in the black robe.

The battle was tough and long, the atmosphere extremely tense. White Mitchell saw the mysterious cultivator's robe being corroded by the dark power, and his face gradually turned pale. White Mitchell wanted to rush forward to assist the mysterious cultivator anxiously but he knew his power was trivial to them, and he would only be a burden.

At this moment, the mysterious cultivator suddenly let out a roar of deep anger and helplessness. He had been suppressing the man in the black robe all along, gaining an advantage. But the man in the black robe actually let out a scoff, then turned into a shadow, disappearing into the air.

All fell silent suddenly, leaving only the battlefield littered with countless remains and blood-stained earth. The mysterious cultivator's body trembled, barely supporting his body with the last of his strength. He smiled at White Mitchell, “We have temporarily repelled the dark forces, but this is only the beginning. White Mitchell, you once vowed to fight for justice, and I believe in you. You will be the future of this world.”

White Mitchell was moved, he solemnly nodded at the wizened cultivator in front of him. He understood that as an ordinary person, he needed more power to protect everything he cherished. This world needed his courage and faith.

The mysterious cultivator extended his hand, a light ball hovered in his palm. He handed the light ball to White Mitchell, “This is our Cultivation World's sacred artifact, named Heavenly Demon Pearl. It contains infinite power, and can help you defeat the dark forces. Use it well.”

White Mitchell took the Heavenly Demon Pearl into his possession. He could feel the immense power it withheld. He deeply bowed to the mysterious cultivator, “Thank you, senior. I will do my best to guard justice.”

The mysterious cultivator smiled and disappeared into the mountains, leaving behind a battlefield where the dark forces were completely repelled and White Mitchell's firm determination.

White Mitchell returned to his village, no longer the helpless youth he once was. He told his villagers that he would guard their village and protect their homeland.

However, he unexpectedly discovered that the dark forces had not left. Shadows of darkness prowled the village, throwing the villagers into panic. White Mitchell was filled with anger. He was determined not to let darkness wreak havoc any longer.

He went deep into the forests surrounding the village, making every effort to repel the dark creatures and search for the source of the dark forces. His power kept growing, and the Heavenly Demon Pearl also showed its great implication during the fights.

After a tough battle, White Mitchell finally found the nest of the dark forces. The nest was filled with a suffocating dark aura. White Mitchell took a deep breath, wielding his Demon-slaying Sword as he charged into the nest.

The leader of the dark forces appeared. He was a leader of the Demon Clan, exuding an aura of darkness and evil. White Mitchell engaged him in a final showdown.

Their swordsmanship intertwined, their presence overwhelming. The Dark Leader was incredibly powerful, continuously releasing dark magic, attempting to defeat White Mitchell. However, White Mitchell, with his boundless courage and the power of the Heavenly Demon Pearl, always managed to hold his ground.

The intense battle lasted for a long time. White Mitchell felt his power was about to exhaust. The Dark Leader, on the other hand, seemed to become stronger with each battle, his strength growing ever more formidable.

White Mitchell's sword strokes were gradually wavering, and he could feel his strength draining rapidly. Each swing of his sword felt a lot heavier. Seeing this, the Dark Leader couldn't help but reveal a smug smile. “White Mitchell, you stand no chance to stop me! Right at this moment, I will plunge you into the endless darkness!” he said coldly.

White Mitchell's eyes flickered. He knew that if this continued, he would not be able to defeat the Dark Leader. He began to recall the experiences his master had passed on to him, recalling the bits and pieces of his past battles against the dark forces. Suddenly, a moment of enlightenment filled his mind.

He silently chanted in his heart, “Heavenly Demon Pearl, I need your power! Please pour your energy into me!” His spirit connected with the Heavenly Demon Pearl. An endless power rapidly infused him, he instantly felt energized, and a dazzling golden light ignited on him.

White Mitchell once again faced the Dark Leader, his swordsmanship becoming even more acute and fast-paced. His figure moved like lightning through the darkness, each stroke of his sword transforming into a golden lighting, carrying a destructive force against the Dark Leader.

The Dark Leader was stunned by White Mitchell's powerful momentum, unable to withstand his offence, and could only continually dodge. But White Mitchell's attack was so high that he kept leaving wounds on the Dark Leader.

The Dark Leader felt an unprecedented fear. He dared not underestimate White Mitchell's strength any longer and decided not to dodge but to show his real power. Dark magic burst out of him, black fog engulfed the entire battlefield, the world was shrouded in darkness.

White Mitchell was trapped by the black fog, his newly ignited hope was concealed by the boundless darkness. He dared not slack off in the slightest, continuously calling on the power of the Heavenly Demon Pearl in his heart, “Heavenly Demon Pearl, you are the light of hope, help me defeat this darkness!”

The Heavenly Demon Pearl glowed with a golden light, gradually illuminating the surrounding darkness. White Mitchell felt a new power pouring into him, he swung his sword without hesitation and slashed at the darkness. His Sword Qi ripped through the darkness, the defense line of the Dark Leader was broken, and he was forced to retreat.

“How could you possibly possess such a strong power!” The Dark Leader called out in disbelief. “It's the Heavenly Demon Pearl that gave me power, it's also the power of righteousness and hope that lets me defeat you!” White Mitchell coldly replied.

White Mitchell and the Dark Leader had the final showdown. Their swordsmanship intertwined; the scene was extraordinary fierce. The Dark Leader kept releasing dark magic, while White Mitchell also did not show any weakness, breaking through the darkness with the Sword of Justice.

This time, White Mitchell's offense was more intense; he bravely charged towards the Dark Leader, his sword was pointed directly at the other's heart. The Dark Leader was moved by White Mitchell's momentum and unyielding spirit; he felt his impending defeat.

He knew that he could not reverse the situation, facing White Mitchell's fierce attack, the Dark Leader surprisingly did not release any more dark magic but attempted to dodge. However, White Mitchell had already locked onto his movements and ruthlessly stabbed towards the Dark Leader's heart.

Just as the sword was about to penetrate the chest of the Dark Leader, he suddenly let out a strange scream, emitting a chilling black fog from his body. White Mitchell instinctively stepped back, but the next moment, the figure of the Dark Leader had already disappeared into the black fog.

White Mitchell was stunned, looking at the black fog in front of him, a sense of foreboding surged in his heart. He knew that the Dark Leader had not been defeated and was only using dark magic to evade his sword. The power of the darkness was so strong that White Mitchell couldn't help but ponder the method to counteract it.

Suddenly, he remembered the mysterious old man he had encountered in the cave. The old man had told him, the power of darkness was not invincible, it just temporarily suppressed righteousness and light. If he could find a way to reduce the power of darkness, he might be able to truly defeat the Dark Leader.

Without hesitation, White Mitchell rushed to the cave. When he arrived at the old man's abode again, he saw the old man sitting calmly and mysteriously on a stone stool.

“Old man, I need your instruction, only you can unravel the mystery of the darkness.” White Mitchell respectfully saluted the old man.

The old man smiled faintly and asked, “Young man, what are you willing to give to resist the power of darkness?”

White Mitchell hoisted his sword, and firmly answered, “I am willing to fight with my life and use hope to dispel the darkness!”

The old man nodded, took a red gemstone out of his pocket, and handed it to White Mitchell.

“This is the Hope Stone, it contains endless light and power. It can only truly show its effectiveness in the environment of darkness.” The old man said solemnly.

White Mitchell took the Hope Stone, feeling the genuine warmth and power within. He knew that the Hope Stone would become his weapon to defeat the darkness.

Leaving the old man's cave, White Mitchell returned to the Dark Leader's lair. This time, he was fully prepared, and the Hope Stone had been embedded in his sword handle.

After entering the lair, the darkness filled again, and White Mitchell marched forward fearlessly. Relying on the power of the Hope Stone, he kept his heart firm and bright all the time.

When he encountered the Dark Leader, White Mitchell no longer rushed to launch an attack. Instead, he tightened his grip on the Sword of Hope, focusing his mind. The Hope Stone emitted a dazzling light that gradually dispelled the darkness.

The Dark Leader felt a powerful aura from White Mitchell, which triggered an irresistible fear within him. His Dark Magic could no longer affect White Mitchell. Wherever the light from the Hope Stone went, darkness had no place to hide.

This time, White Mitchell attacked ruthlessly. Every strike of his Sword Qi precisely aimed at the Dark Leader's weak points. The Dark Leader was hit several times, splattering blood and teetering in his footing.

“Impossible… I cannot withstand your Power of light!” cried the Dark Leader in despair.

White Mitchell scoffed, his sword aimed again at the Dark Leader's chest, defeating him completely. The figure of the Dark Leader turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared from this world forever.

White Mitchell staggered forward, feeling his strength depleted. The darkness had been eradicated by the Hope Stone. He had won, but this victory had come at a great cost.

Just as he was about to collapse, a pair of strong arms caught him. Looking up, he saw it was the mysterious old man from before.

“Young man, you succeeded.” The old man's voice was filled with admiration.

White Mitchell softly spoke, “I'm grateful for the teachings of the old man and the power of the Hope Stone. I would like to return this gemstone to you; it has completed its mission.”

The old man smiled and shook his head, “This gemstone has always been yours. You used it to guard light and hope and to drive away darkness. You've proved your courage and determination. Keep embracing hope, young man.”

Having heard the old man's words, White Mitchell felt both startled and overjoyed. He originally thought that the Hope Stone could help him because of the old man's power. He didn't expect that this gemstone was his all along; it had merely awakened his own inner strength.

He accepted the Hope Stone and felt the warmth and power it brought. In the pursuit of darkness, he almost forgot the fact that he once possessed such power. But now, he understood. This was his destiny – to continue to embrace light and hope and to fight for justice.

“Thank you,” White Mitchell bowed deeply to the old man, his gratitude evident.

The old man smiled and shook his head, “No need to thank me, young man. All of this was preordained. I merely guided you. The power of the Hope Stone is yours.”

White Mitchell nodded, understanding the old man's meaning. Everyone's fate is determined by themselves, and everything he had experienced was to make him a stronger and braver person.

“Now, you've successfully dispelled the darkness, but you have an even more important mission,” the old man said solemnly, “There are still many people in this world who need your protection. Also, the darkness can never be completely eradicated, and you will always be fighting it.”

White Mitchell gripped the Hope Stone firmly, determined to embark on a new journey. He knew his mission, he would become the embodiment of the light, protecting goodness and justice with his own power.

He left the mist-filled forest and set foot on the road back home, his heart filled with anticipation and unease for the future. He understood that he would face countless difficulties and challenges, but he was determined to persist no matter what.

After several days of travel, White Mitchell finally returned to his hometown. His hometown was shrouded in darkness and desolation. He saw many familiar faces, but they were no longer the people they used to be. The darkness had changed them, making them fearful, cruel, and ruthless.

Helplessly watching all of this, White Mitchell felt immense pain in his heart. He had thought that defeating the darkness was a victory, but reality told him that darkness was not easily eradicated. He realized he would face a fight far more difficult than before. The power of darkness was much stronger than he had imagined.

However, he had no intention of backing down. He knew he was the last hope, only he could rescue his hometown from the darkness. He was determined to throw himself into the fight, protecting those innocent lives.

White Mitchell searched for the source of the darkness, intending to destroy the dark object that beset his hometown. As he battled against minions of the dark forces, he also sought clues. With each passing day, his skills and courage grew stronger.

In a decisive battle with the dark forces, White Mitchell finally found the source of the darkness. It was a dark beast, hungry and ruthless. Its gaze was cold and ruthless, seemingly filled with desire for all life.

White Mitchell was not the least bit timid, he knew this was his chance. He mobilized all his strength to enter the final fight with the dark beast. He used his martial arts skills, swordsmanship, and inner determination, fighting the beast in a tough and evenly matched battle.

After an intense battle, White Mitchell finally found the dark beast's weakness. He thrust his sword fiercely into the beast's heart, and it let out a piercing howl, then disappeared into thin air.

White Mitchell relaxed his body, feeling a wave of tiredness coming over him. He leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, but his heart was full of joy and accomplishment. At this time, dawn gradually brightened the city, the morning light shone through the broken windows, bringing a glimmer of hope to this city that had been shrouded in darkness for so long.

This city was once a beautiful and prosperous place, but it sank into terror and despair after the appearance of the dark beast. People lived under the shadow of darkness, unable to enjoy the sunlight and happiness. But White Mitchell, a common young man, brought light and hope.

His victory was not an accident. White Mitchell received strict martial arts training from a young age, his master was a legendary figure. He had always wanted to be a mighty warrior to protect the safety of the common people. However, his dreams and talents were shattered by the emergence of the dark beast.

The dark beast was something White Mitchell had heard of in legends as a child, it was an embodiment of fear and evil. It possessed unparalleled strength and a fierce nature, each appearance brought endless disaster. People longed for someone capable of defeating it, ending this nightmare.

White Mitchell was determined to fight the dark beast, he knew that this was not just a battle, but also a test of himself. He had practiced martial arts for twenty years, underwent countless challenges and trials, but this enemy was the most formidable he had ever encountered. Yet, he held no fear or hesitation in his heart.

He pushed his understanding of martial arts to the limit, each attack was accurate, each dodge was as graceful as moving clouds and flowing water. His figure shimmered in the darkness, giving a sense of mystery and majesty. He did not use any special powers or weapons, using only his own strength and skill to fight against the dark beast.

White Mitchell's continuous martial arts skills clashed with the attacks of the dark beast, causing intense noises. Each face-off made people hold their breath, no one knew what the outcome would be. However, his determination and willpower kept him in the upper hand.

The dark beast gradually felt its disadvantage, it began to become angry and crazed. Its attacks became more fierce, the strength and speed both surpassing what came before. White Mitchell felt the pressure increase, but he did not back off. Instead, he faced the challenge with even greater resolve.

After several hours of fierce fight, White Mitchell finally found the dark beast's weak point. He found that the beast's power came from its heart and once destroyed, the beast would lose its strength and be vanquished.

White Mitchell seized this opportunity to prepare for the final blow. He used all his strength to thrust his sword ferociously at the dark beast's heart. Just as the sword was about to penetrate, the dark beast let out a wailing howl, its body gradually disintegrated, eventually disappearing into oblivion.

White Mitchell dropped his sword and collapsed to the ground. He felt exhausted and drained. The battle was tough yet fulfilling, he defeated a mythical being with his own power. His showdown with the dark beast became a legend in the city, people would forever remember this young hero.

With the disappearance of the dark beast, the city regained light and prosperity. People's lives became peaceful and stable, each day filled with hope and dreams. They were grateful and admired White Mitchell, considering him the city's guardian and savior.

However, White Mitchell did not stop. He continued to travel to search for the next challenge. He knew there were many other places in the world that needed his protection, and many other dark forces waiting for him to conquer. He was willing to use his own strength and courage to bring hope and light to the innocent injured people.

The legendary story of White Mitchell spread around the world, inspiring countless young people. They regard him as their idol and role model, striving to learn, grow, and fight for their dreams. White Mitchell's experience proved a point: as long as you persist without fear, you can overcome all difficulties and challenges.

White Mitchell's story was written into history, becoming an immortal legend. Countless paintings, sculptures, and dramatic performances were created with him as the theme, singing praises of his bravery and righteousness. Statues and monuments were built in his honor to commemorate his contributions to humanity and the world.

However, White Mitchell did not indulge in these honors and praises. He knew that although he had defeated the dark beast, the dark power had not completely disappeared. He continued to train and explore, hoping to find more ways to protect the world, so that everyone could enjoy peace and happiness.

Year after year, White Mitchell didn't cease his efforts. He established a martial arts school, trained and mentored one group of warriors after another to become strong and conscientious individuals. His students became his successors, carrying forward White Mitchell's principles and beliefs.

White Mitchell knew that the dark power will always exist, it only changes its form on the surface. And the dark side also exists in people's hearts, only by mastering their own power and desire, they can truly overcome the darkness.

Someday the world will become a truly peaceful and happy place. People will no longer live in fear and darkness, but pursue peace and progress. And White Mitchell, that young warrior, will be forever remembered and revered because he gave everything for this.

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