The Rise of the Witch

In the vast and blue sea, there are auspicious clouds and mists, but also places with evil waters and malevolent energy. Only the area around Buzhou Mountain is exceptionally clean, where all auspiciousness and malevolent energy are suppressed.

After leaving the area suppressed by Buzhou Mountain and regaining the spirituality of his body and flesh, Xing Yang immediately took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of pitch-black mist.

The mist swirled around his body and slowly lifted Xing Yang's body, sending him flying into the air.

After quickly determining the direction, the black mist, carrying Xing Yang, billowed away through the air...

Changing direction, one will naturally encounter mountains where powerful demons reside along the way. If the other party is gentle and lets Xing Yang fly by, then he will not provoke trouble.

Conversely, if the other party is a domineering and vicious person, the two sides will inevitably have a fight, and in the end, one will either escape or become Xing Yang's prey.

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As they were about to enter the Kunlun Mountains, Xingyang saw both ethereal rosy clouds and rolling ominous clouds in the valley below, the two intertwined and swirling in the valley.

Where the rosy glow shines, there are surely virtuous cultivators practicing their arts. Where ominous clouds gather, there are surely ferocious beasts that have achieved mastery of their arts.

The difference in their nature leads to different spiritual inclinations, and the manifestation of the true spirit results in different environments.

Having traveled in the Great Wilderness for several years, Xing Yang's knowledge had greatly increased. He could tell at a glance that a great cultivator had once cultivated here for a long time, and recently this blessed land had been occupied by a powerful demon.

That's why the rosy glow and ominous clouds coexist.

Xing Yang didn't want to pay any attention and just flew over the valley, but unfortunately the other party disagreed.

A red shadow swept upwards, and where it passed, space seemed to shatter. It was incredibly fast, yet completely silent.

Xing Yang snorted coldly, and deep red witch patterns appeared on his arm. He raised his hand and threw a heavy punch, colliding head-on with the red shadow.

Having experienced countless battles, Xing Yang's application of his own strength has become increasingly uncanny. With this punch, the terrifying force of his fist not only did not dissipate in the slightest, but was instead completely injected into the red shadow and transmitted to his main body through the red shadow.

Immediately following, a violent roar came from the valley, and the evil clouds and mist that shrouded the valley were directly shattered, revealing the original appearance of the entire valley and the true form of the great demon.

Its body is like a small mountain, covered entirely in jet-black scales. Its head is bald, resembling a rat's head, but without ears. It has four legs, which are thick and short, with claws as sharp as sickles.

The giant beast looked up at Xingyang, who was shrouded in black mist in the sky. A fierce glint flashed in its eyes, and then it opened its mouth wide, quickly inhaling the dispersed smoke and mist into its nostrils.

Seeing this, Xing Yang also suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled, trying to snatch the smoke and mist from him. Although he didn't know what it was, everything he snatched was good.

  

A chilling and menacing aura surged forth, causing the ferocious beast's body to swell several times its original size, becoming a veritable small mountain. With a flick of its seemingly clumsy limbs, its massive, mountain-like form vanished into the valley.

The instant its body vanished, a golden streak of light shot out from where the ferocious beast had been, paused briefly as it passed Xingyang, as if to express its gratitude, and then headed towards Kunlun Mountain.

After a brief pause, Xing Yang could see clearly that there were three women and one man. The three women were beautiful and dressed in apricot yellow, pink, and green dresses respectively, while the man was dressed in white.

However, the four of them were in a rather disheveled state, their faces pale and panting heavily. A golden light floated above their heads, casting a dazzling golden light that enveloped them.

It is estimated that it is because of the protection of this golden light that they have been able to endure the suppression of the ferocious beast until now.

The four escaped, but Xing Yang did not leave. Instead, he was shrouded in black mist, quietly hovering in the air, looking around, trying to find the hidden ferocious beast.

The valley was deathly silent, but a mountain breeze blew by, and Xing Yang felt a chill.

Suddenly, Xing Yang felt a darkness before his eyes. Looking up, he saw a giant beast, as large as a small mountain, lying on the top of the mountain. Its front paws were supporting it on the mountaintop, and its hind paws were pushing against the mountain wall. It roared to the sky.

The sound was like a mountain torrent erupting, or a muffled thunderclap.

The roar was like thunder in the void, or like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting. The void through which the roar passed was like the wind blowing across a lake, with light waves instantly scattering and becoming chaotic.

Another demon saint!

Xing Yang opened his mouth and spat out a small axe, which fell into his hand and grew in the wind, instantly transforming into a huge one-handed axe.

Grinning, Xing Yang slung the axe over his shoulder and shouted, "Come and fight!"

……

At night, crimson flames scorched a huge piece of flesh.

A figure landed silently by the fire, wearing a wooden mask and elaborate clothing, yet with a slender figure. Just standing there, she exuded an air of superiority.

It was as if the entire world, and all living things, revolved around her.

Xing Yang still had a piece of bloody meat in his mouth, staring blankly at her.

The woman glanced at the demon saint's corpse, which was hacked to pieces and piled up like a small mountain, then raised her hand to push up her mask, revealing a flawless and stunningly beautiful face. She exhaled softly, "Still alive?"

Xing Yang, his neck stiff, swallowed the meat in his mouth, then suddenly stood up and exclaimed excitedly, "Xiao Ling, I missed you so much!"

The person who arrived was Mi Xiaoling. After several years, the little girl had grown into a stunning beauty, and her aloof and superior demeanor seemed to be something she was born to be.

"You've been gone for six or seven years, how dare you say such a thing?"

Mi Xiaoling snorted coldly, slowly walked to the fire and sat down, her pretty face full of disdain, saying, "With this fire, can you even cook anything?"

As he spoke, he made an elegant gesture with his hands in front of his chest. The flames suddenly leaped, their spiritual energy surging, and in a moment the meat was sizzling.

Xing Yang said enviously, "If I had your skills, I wouldn't have gone through so many years without even eating cooked food!"

Mi Xiaoling raised her beautiful neck: "I'm already a Purple-striped being, on my way to becoming a Great Witch. How could you, a mere little witch, compare to me!"

"Xiaoling is amazing!"

Xing Yang praised him, then asked, "How did you enter the Purple Pattern? I've reached the end of the Red Pattern, but I can't seem to step into the Purple Pattern. I always feel like something's missing."

As he spoke, Xing Yang reached into the flames that had been blessed by Mi Xiaoling and were now brimming with spiritual energy, tore off a piece of cooked meat, and handed it over.

Seeing this, Mi Xiaoling's lips twitched involuntarily.

Even this isn't affected? Just how powerful is this guy's physical spirit?

Taking the roasted meat, Mi Xiaoling tore off a piece in small bites, chewed slowly, and said, "Red markings indicate a minor witch, multicolored markings indicate a major witch, and purple markings serve as a transition from minor to major witch; this realm is naturally not so simple!"

Xing Yang feigned respect and said, "Please enlighten me, Teacher Mi!"

"Okay, then I'll give you some pointers!"

Mi Xiaoling held the meat, still chewing, and said, "Purple Pattern not only requires a massive amount of essence to condense into essence blood, but the Witch Clan refines essence by cultivating this essence blood."

"Simply possessing essence and blood is not enough; this realm also requires the transformation of the witch spirit!"

Xing Yang: "Essence blood? The transformation of a witch spirit? What do you mean?"