The Rise of the Witch

The interaction of Yin and Yang creates the universe and gives birth to all living things.

The important thing about living beings is not "life," but "spirit." Only those with spirit deserve to be called living beings.

Heaven and earth are the parents of all things, and humankind is the most intelligent of all things.

So what exactly is spirit? Is the spiritual energy needed for cultivating immortality really some kind of gaseous substance in the world?

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Finally, they got to the topic of cultivation, which was of utmost concern to Xing Yang. He immediately put down the bone in his hand, looked up seriously, and listened attentively.

Without strength, he was just an ant that could be crushed at any time, so unless he was forced into a desperate situation, Xing Yang always behaved himself.

Nuwa didn't keep them in suspense and said, "In cultivation, whether it's the human race, the demon race, or the witch race, the core of cultivation lies in 'spirit'!"

All things possess a spirit; every living being has its own spirit. It's difficult to describe what "spirit" is in words. If I had to give an example... spirit is a source, and all sources have instincts!

Xing Yang asked in confusion, "Instinct?"

Nuwa nodded and said, "Eating when hungry is instinctive, drinking when thirsty is also instinctive. So for most living beings, eating, drinking, and sleeping are instinctive. Only by obeying instincts can one survive."

  

Of course, mere survival is not enough; one must also eat and drink the right things. Just as soil can fill one's stomach, eating the wrong things will only kill one.

Only by eating the right things—eating meat and rice—can one grow, become healthy and strong. Following one's instincts in this way allows one's vital essence to increase; this is the correct way to cultivate the spirit… Eating anything to survive isn't spiritual cultivation; that's just seeking survival.

Xing Yang frowned. The principle was simple, but upon closer examination, it seemed complex. After a moment's thought, he said, "Is the method important?"

Nuwa pondered for a moment and said, "You also have the legend of the Yellow Emperor in your previous life. Reproduction is an instinct. The Yellow Emperor used the right method, had three thousand women, and ascended to immortality. What if the method was wrong?"

He died from kidney failure, and from exhaustion of his semen...

Xing Yang didn't say it aloud, but he clearly understood.

Nuwa continued, "Understanding this, think about the demon race. All wild beasts hone their instincts from the moment they are born. As long as the opportunity arises, they can instinctively cultivate and thus transform into demons."

Humans, being too weak at birth, require feeding and care. Subsequent teachings and instruction further suppress their instincts, contributing to their inherent weakness.

Xing Yang pondered for a moment, then asked, "What about the Witch Clan?"

Wa Xin glanced at him and said, "The Witch Clan is the same as the Human Clan, the only difference lies in their spirit. The Witch Clan's bloodline gives them something more than the Human Clan in their origin and in their spirit..."

Specifically, for a certain ability, humans need to first learn it, then become proficient at it, and finally turn it into instinct. For most people, this is the limit. However, if they can go a step further and, by chance, integrate this ability into their origin and engrave it into their spirit, there is a chance that it will be passed on to their descendants!

Compared to humans, the witch race has far more of these things!

"Like spiritual practice?"

"For example, spiritual practice!"

Nuwa affirmed, saying, "Witches don't need to learn how to cultivate, because cultivation is already etched into their very essence; they only need to find it!"

Xing Yang blurted out, "How do we find it?"

Wa Xin chuckled softly and said, "The spirit of a witch is wrapped in countless thoughts, ideas, emotions, morals, and other acquired things, like a chaotic egg, and the spirit is born within it."

To find the spirit, one must first cleave through the chaotic world that envelops it, freeing the spirit so that it can grow and give rise to all things.

Xing Yang's expression immediately became one of utter disbelief: "...Isn't this just 'Pangu Creating the World'?"

Nuwa asked疑惑地问道, "What do you mean?"

Xing Yang recounted the myth of "Pangu Creating the World": "The world was chaotic, like a chicken egg, and Pangu was born within it. After 18,000 years, the world was separated; the clear Yang became the sky, and the turbid Yin became the earth. Pangu was in the middle, changing nine times a day, becoming a god in the sky and a sage on the earth. The sky rose one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) higher each day, the earth thickened one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) each day, and Pangu grew one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) taller each day, for 18,000 years. When the sky reached its highest point, the earth reached its deepest point, and Pangu reached his greatest length..."

Wa Xin looked at him, remaining silent for a long time, before finally saying, "So your world still retains the legacy of witchcraft. Then why don't you cultivate?"

Xing Yang was bewildered: "This is how you cultivate?"

"Otherwise what?" Nuwa Xin looked somewhat speechless and said, "Splitting open the heavens and earth and finding the spirit, isn't that the most important step? After that, it's simple. Just cultivate according to your instincts."

Just like "manifesting the sorcerer's body," didn't you also perform that? Because that's something engraved in the essence of sorcery. Under extreme and frenzied emotions, all your actions tend to be instinctive, and it's performed naturally.

Once you open the gates of heaven and seek the spirit, you won't need to rely on extreme emotions anymore; you can use it anytime, anywhere.

Xing Yang thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "I roughly understand. The question is, how do I create this world? Through emptying my mind in meditation? Or through a frantic search for rationality?"

Wa Xin suddenly changed the subject and said, "The cultivation realm of witches is very simple: Lesser Witch, Greater Witch, Ancestral Witch. Unlike the immortal martial arts of the human race, which is divided into so many realms and has early, middle and late stages, and then you become a genius by challenging those who are above you..."

Witchcraft is simple: a minor witch is a minor witch, and a major witch is a major witch; the difference between them is...

Wa Xin seemed to be looking for a word to describe it, but couldn't think of one for a moment.

Xing Yang said it for her: "A novice compared to a great master."

"Ha!" Wa Xin laughed, and said, "That's right, a mere novice compared to a great master; the difference was clear the moment we met... Are you going to eat the rest or not?"

Xing Yang glanced at the remaining meat and bones in the bowl in front of him, took a deep breath, and said, "Eat!"

After finishing a bowl of meat bones, Xing Yang was already groaning from fullness. Not only his stomach, but his whole body was filled with an unreleased fullness that seemed to be about to burst him, yet it was being slowly drawn into the deepest corner of his body.

It's a very contradictory feeling... If Xing Yang hadn't noticed this contradiction, he wouldn't have dared to eat so much, or he would have burst from being so full.

After much thought, it all comes down to the uniqueness of my body. Could this be what they call a "war witch"?

Without Wa Xin's explanation, Xing Yang naturally understood that this meat was definitely not from an ordinary wild beast, but from a demon race, or even high-grade demon meat.

This is a rare opportunity, and you might not be able to eat it again in the future. Anyway, you won't die from overeating; at most, you'll feel a little uncomfortable. So take advantage of this opportunity to eat as much as you can; the benefits will definitely be significant.

Wa Xin looked at Xing Yang, who was rubbing his stomach, and her eyes crinkled into a smile. She said, "As expected of a war witch, you didn't explode and die..."

Xing Yang: "..."

Wa Xin smiled, pointed to the colorful snake-shaped mark between her eyebrows, and said, "After the spirit of a witch manifests, it will choose different cultivation paths according to its different origins."

For example, if I am a celestial sorcerer, my sorcerer spirit allows me to unite with heaven and earth, control the rules of heaven and earth, summon wind and rain, and make the stars shift. Naturally, I also understand the operation of the rules, and my personality will gradually become more lawful, knowing what I can and cannot do.

You are a war shaman, and your shamanic spirit only affects yourself, your own body, and your own will. The rules of the world are shackles to you. The more you grow, the stronger your will becomes. As long as something is against your will, you will break all shackles and the rules of this world if you have the ability.

Rules are shackles for all the powerful, but for countless other living beings, they are protection! Therefore, many powerful individuals will actively uphold the rules, but the War Witch will not…

This is why the more powerful a war witch is, the more trouble they cause!

Seeing Xing Yang's thoughtful expression, Wa Xin waved her hand, took away the empty basin, and scattered the tables and chairs, causing Xing Yang to stumble and almost fall to the ground.

"That meal just now was far beyond the digestive capacity of ordinary people. You are a battle shaman, and given time you should be able to digest it all. However, the enormous amount of essence that comes from digestion will be trapped in your body. You either need to open the heavens to seek out spirits, become a shaman, and digest it, or... release it out."

As she spoke, Wa Xin raised her hand and pushed towards Xing Yang.

Xing Yang felt that even before she touched him with that push, the distance between them suddenly widened to a great distance...

In his haste, Xing Yang shouted, "You still haven't told me how to open the heavens..."

The next moment, Wa Xin's hand pushed against Xing Yang's chest, and then Wa Xin disappeared from sight.

It wasn't that her figure disappeared, but rather that the distance between the two was instantly widened, extending beyond the limits of their field of vision.

When Xingyang arrived, he was already at the entrance of a village. The noise reached his ears, and several elderly people gathered at the village entrance were looking at him in surprise.

The echo of Nuwa's voice still lingered in my ears: "What did Pangu use to create the heavens and earth?"

Of course it's... an axe? The Pangu Axe...

No, it's a weapon!

Xingyang lacks a weapon capable of cleaving the heavens!

This weapon isn't something like a sword, knife, or axe; it's something more mysterious...

So, where did this woman push herself to after that slap?