The Rise of the Witch

A magical artifact is a magical treasure nurtured by a shaman using their own spiritual power; it is also called a spiritual treasure because it contains the spirit bestowed upon it by the shaman.

In fact, after Xing Yang entered the Crimson Pattern Realm, he was also able to nurture his own witch artifact. His supernatural power, "Swallowing Clouds and Spitting Mist," was essentially about endowing the swallowed "clouds" with spirit, thereby spitting out "mist" with a spirit.

However, the spirit within the fog is temporary; when the fog dissipates, the spirit dissipates as well.

Unlike nurturing a magical artifact, it requires a long and stable process of imbuing it with spirit until the artifact develops its own independent spirit.

Just like the Sun-Shooting Bow in his hand, it has its own spirit, and it is a battle spirit exclusive to the War Witch.

However, Xing Yang was just a minor witch and far from needing such high-end witch artifacts. He didn't want to end up like the Great Sage Hengtian and ruin himself.

With a slight exertion of force in his palm, the giant bow that shot down the sun trembled and rapidly shrank, eventually becoming the length of a finger, which Xing Yang swallowed whole.

Let it rest inside my body for now, and I can use it when I become a great sorcerer.

The next step is to figure out how to eat this Great Sage Eternal Heaven.

This fellow probably thought he could kill himself with one arrow, but he shot three arrows in a row. Not only did Xing Yang not die, but he was also seriously injured by the recoil of the Sun-Shooting Bow. He didn't even have the strength to escape, and could only hope to scare Xing Yang away with the name of "Phoenix Undying Palace".

Unfortunately, Xing Yang had no idea of ​​the Phoenix Undying Palace's status in the Great Wilderness. In addition, he was essentially a battle shaman who did not consider the consequences at all, so he acted without any scruples and smashed his opponent to death.

If this bird-man relied solely on its own strength, given its Demon Saint realm, Xing Yang might not necessarily be a match for it. Furthermore, being a member of the Feather Clan, Xing Yang wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

……

It took Xing Yang three days to pluck each of Hengtian Dasheng's feathers one by one.

With his current ability to "swallow clouds and spit out mist," the spiritual fire he exhaled was not enough to scorch the demon body of a Great Sage. Xing Yang could only grind it little by little with his teeth. After grinding for seven days and seven nights, he finally swallowed the entire demon body into his belly.

It will probably take several more days to fully digest.

After swallowing the last piece of the demon saint's flesh, Xing Yang got up and was about to continue forward when his body suddenly stiffened.

The world suddenly fell silent, as if an invisible pressure, like a mountain, was pressing down on Xing Yang, rendering him completely immobile.

It was neither magic nor a physical object, but simply a gaze!

A gaze, seemingly appearing from nowhere, fell upon Xing Yang, as if someone in the heavens had curiously looked down and spotted an interesting ant.

The mere presence of the spirit in his gaze exerted a powerful pressure on Xing Yang's witch spirit, making him feel as if the entire world was pressing down on him.

Xing Yang instantly realized that this was the Divine Demon Realm, and a powerful demon from the Divine Demon Realm was watching him.

The pressure was mounting, and the gaze was fixed on him, as if trying to force Xing Yang to his knees with its intensity.

  

At this moment, Xing Yang felt no fear, not even a single distracting thought. Under the terrifying pressure of the gaze, his witch spirit seemed to be boiling, surging with endless indomitable spirit, transforming into boundless fighting intent!

You want me to kneel?

Even reaching the realm of gods and demons is just wishful thinking!

Witchcraft marks appeared on Xing Yang's body. He remained motionless, but his body slowly grew larger, one zhang, two zhang...

The domineering aura that should have been surging on the surface of his body was suppressed by the gaze and remained inside. Instead of weakening, it grew stronger and more intense under the pressure!

The War Witch relies on an indomitable fighting spirit!

Under terrifying pressure, every organ in Xing Yang's body was operating at full speed.

Skin taut, rejecting all invasion; muscles solidified, resisting immense pressure; internal organs throbbing; witch blood surging like a mighty river, washing over every part of the body…

The demon saint's flesh and blood, which would take several days to digest in his stomach, were rapidly disappearing, transforming into massive amounts of essence that flowed throughout his body, continuously strengthening him...

However, all of this was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly insurmountable under that gaze!

Compared to the great wizard, they are nothing special; the difference between them is like an insurmountable chasm!

The gaze grew heavier, and its master seemed somewhat dissatisfied, letting out a "humph"... Instantly, it was as if a great bell was ringing in his ears, and Xing Yangzhi trembled all over... It wasn't his body that trembled, but the witch spirit.

The spirituality within the physical body is showing signs of dissipation!

If the true spirit is fragile, it would likely collapse and die under this "humph." Xing Yang's witch spirit can withstand it, but the spirit of the physical body cannot.

Once the spirit within the physical body is shattered, it's as if all his arduous cultivation has vanished in an instant...

Despite this, Xing Yang did not kneel down.

Even if his cultivation is completely dissipated, even if his witch spirit dissipates, don't even think about making him kneel down!

Until a slender figure stood in front of Xing Yang, the terrifying pressure suddenly disappeared.

"Thump!"

Suddenly feeling empty, Xing Yang involuntarily slumped to the ground. With a struggle, he looked up and saw a tall, slender figure.

She looked up as if she were staring at someone. Her black hair was tied up high, her neck was long and white, and she was wearing a simple dress, from which a long snake tail extended.

The snake's tail coiled halfway on the ground, supporting her upper body. Though slender, it was like an indestructible mountain, firmly blocking Xing Yang's path.

When Xing Yang looked at her profile, he felt a sense of surprise, yet also that it made perfect sense.

It is Nuwa's heart!

He didn't know many people after he transmigrated, but among those who could enter the Great Wilderness and had the strength to save him under such circumstances, there was only Wa Xin!

Wa Xin gazed silently at a certain point in the void, then suddenly spoke. Her voice wasn't loud, but it resounded throughout the entire world: "The Witch Clan operates by borrowing a piece of land to kill their enemies!"

These words seemed to have angered something, and an aura of deathly silence shot straight into the sky, scattering the clouds.

A terrifying aura swept down from the sky, filling the entire world with a deathly silence.

The dense forest on the ground began to disappear, disappearing so naturally, so as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The entire world seemed to be filled with deathly silence, but within that silence, malevolent energy roared. This bizarre situation, where there was both deathly silence and roaring energy, made people feel uneasy.

In this eerie silence, Nuwa spoke, uttering a soft whisper: "Wind, come!"

Wind arises from the void, originating from the nameless, existing in the realm of the seemingly existent.

The Celestial Witch communicates with heaven and earth, and summoning a breeze is naturally extremely easy. But what if the Celestial Witch imbues this breeze with spirit?

In the deathly silence, the howling of the malevolent energy vanished in an instant, leaving the world eerily quiet. There wasn't a single sound.

Xing Yang sat behind Wa Xin and heard her call "Feng Lai" (Come, Wind). He only felt a faint breeze but no danger.

However, a startled cry came from the horizon.

A massive skeleton, with only a few bits of flesh still clinging to it, descended from the sky, struggling in mid-air. It was impossible to tell what kind of skeleton it was, yet in the gentle breeze, the flesh on the skeleton melted away at an extremely rapid pace.

After the flesh and blood have completely dissolved, the internal organs are left... When the other party falls to the ground, all that is left is a skeleton, yet it still struggles to get up.

Nuwa softly murmured again, "Rain, come!"

Crackling sounds!

Rain started falling from the sky for no apparent reason.

The raindrops, imbued with spirituality by the Great Celestial Witch, fell in succession, striking the skeleton like an iron hammer striking an iron felt, sending countless sparks flying.

This rain is scattering the other's true spirit!

When the rain stopped, the skeleton was completely still and had fallen apart.

A demon god was annihilated at the true spirit level by Nuwa Heart!

Celestial Witch's Divine Power: Summoning Wind and Rain!