550 The Last Witch (2/2)
However, what the Ancient One did not know was that Fang Yuan had long gained the approval of the Ancient Realm and was able to access the world without any trouble.
Both of them were now shrouded in darkness. Now they had to see who would emerge before the other.
”The War of Dongyi…”
Fang Yuan lapped up some of the mountain spring water as more memories surfaced in his head.
The Shang had ruled the world for 500 years at this point and bubbles of unrest were beginning to form. A new Shang King had just ascended to the throne and was a hero of the times.
The Yi in the southeast had revolted and the King had sent out his troops to deal with the turbulence.
Jie had lived in Shangyi at the time of the call-up to war.
Unfortunately, a flying rock had hit him on the back of his head on the very first battle of the war and he had keeled over.
If Fang Yuan had not dream-traversed to take control of his senses, he would have been dead.
”Strictly speaking, Jie has a rather good constitution!”
Fang Yuan examined his reflection in the stream. It was that of a tanned young man with thicks brows and large eyes. A brown cloak was draped over his muscular body.
What struck Fang Yuan most was the golden glint of light in his eyes.
”The blood of the witches is active in this world. It is its world after all…”
In actual fact, most of the higher-level bloodlines are intertwined with the soul. This gives rise to the possession of special abilities that are non-transferable, not even through blood transfusions or body switching.
Their true auras had been marked!
Thus, in the Purple Eye Realm, the Tantai family was unable to get rid of their curse through the possessor technique.
In this world, although Fang Yuan had a different physical form, the blood of witches continued to define his being.
”That's right!”
Fang Yuan cracked his knuckles.
”With this bloodline, I'll grow more rapidly than the other humans. I'll be able to strengthen my abilities and revive the divine technique of the witches.”
Fang Yuan glanced at his stats board:
Name: Fang Yuan
Essence: 1.5 (100)
Spirit: 0.9 (100)
Magic: 5.0 (100)
Profession: ???
Cultivation: ???
Technique: ???
Skill: [Medicine (Level 3)], [Botany (Level 6)(Peak)], [Fiery Golden Eyes (Level 1)], [Body Seal (Ultimate form)]”
”Hmm? Even the Body Seal is here?”
Fang Yuan was slightly confused and looked at his belly.
A black mark with a shining purple spot in the middle of it had appeared.
”Is this the real thing...or is it an illusion?”
Fang Yuan shook his head and removed his doubts.
The Body Seal carried with it the original energy of the Demonic Heart. As with distinguished bloodlines, it was intertwined with his true aura.
This meant that if the seal broke one day and unleashed the Original Energy, Fang Yuan would never be able to escape its wrath even if he possessed another body.
No matter how many physical forms he took, he would die immediately with no exceptions!
All his methods of self-preservation would be rendered useless.
”Unless…”
Fang Yuan thought hard and had an idea.
”This sort of energy has a power that transcends the laws of nature! Is it an absolute truth? What kind of concept is this?”
Fang Yuan was deep in thought for a moment before his ears suddenly pricked up. He picked up a stone and threw it outwards with all his strength.
”Crack!”
The stone whistled through the air and landed deep into the bushes.
It had hit a dark figure at the back of its head and its collapsed onto the ground. Fang Yuan pulled it up by its ear.
”I was just thinking about dinner and here it is.”
This unfortunate fellow was a grey rabbit. Its life was over the moment it had encountered Fang Yuan. Fang Yuan cut its throat to drained its blood and skinned it before he roasted it over on a spit.
”There are a few cultivation methods in the Ancient Realm. It is not a good idea to tap on the methods of the Xia Tribe because they carry with them the marks of the other worlds. Hence, my only viable path is probably to use the witch path.”
After he had eaten his fill, Fang Yuan sat cross-legged and took in a deep breath.
The blood of witches coursing through his veins was amazing. It was actually gaining strength.
”After all, this is truly the blood of the witches. I will have to carry on their legacy…”
Although the Jiuli Tribe in the Ancient Realm had gone extinct, their bloodline, albeit diluted, lives on. Hence, most of the tribes carried Jiuli blood in their bodies to some extent.
From a cultural aspect, their civilisation had been assimilated. The tribe had been annihilated.
Now, Fang Yuan, who carried the blood of the witches as well as the weight of their legacy, was the last witch of this world!