Calling it a scripture wasn't quite right!
What it contained was battle arts!
The art of combat!
A secret technique that unified one's flesh and blood, spirit and will, and witch patterns into one, ultimately affecting heaven and earth.
If cultivated to a profound realm, one could even directly summon the phantom of a Great Witch—or even a Witch Ancestor—when using it, unleashing immense power.
It was not only a powerful art of killing and fighting, but also an art of supercharged bursts!
So long as one's understanding was deep enough and one's compatibility sufficient, striking with power far beyond one's own level could practically be considered normal.
Naturally, such a staggering cultivation method was also staggeringly difficult to cultivate.
For it offered no specific direction for cultivation. What it carried was instead the forms taken by the Witch Clan in battle—from ordinary Witch Clan members, to Witch Warriors, Witch Kings, Witch Saints, Great Witches, and even Witch Ancestors.
The flow of their physical strength in combat, the state of their spirit and will, and the frequency at which their witch patterns resonated.
It could be said that every level underwent incomparably drastic changes, with gaps that were equally terrifying—almost maintaining a geometric rate of growth.
An ordinary Witch Clan member was ten; a Witch Warrior was a hundred; a Witch King directly exceeded ten thousand; a Witch Saint, one hundred thousand; a Great Witch, ten million. As for a Witch Ancestor... well, the stele had no record of that.
He reckoned that whichever of the Twelve Witch Ancestors it was, even a casual strike would likely create frequency fluctuations in the hundreds of millions. A single stone stele simply could not possibly record it.
In truth, there was only one image related to a Great Witch. In it, someone