From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 450 Weaving History: Tracing the Origins of the Sith
Fiona Good is the Witch Supreme, and in Whitney's view, she is one of the few normal people in American TV series.

Don't be fooled by her crazy antics in the show; what she's pursuing is exactly what ordinary people want after gaining power.

In his pursuit of immortality, this guy did a lot of outrageous things, but so what?
This is just my cultivation!

Therefore, after confirming Zoe's abilities and learning about Zoe and Whitney's situation, she keenly sensed that something was amiss. There was no doubt that Zoe's Black Widow abilities had awakened.

Under Black Widow's power, an ordinary person would certainly die, but Whitney was alive and kicking the next day, so the question arises.

Either Whitney herself has a problem, or the current Whitney has been possessed by something unknown, but which one is it?

For an old witch who desperately seeks immortality and longevity but has failed to achieve it, any means of bringing the dead back to life is something she must explore, which is why she came to Smallville.

I never expected to encounter a monster.

Fiona collapsed onto the muddy cornfield like a rag doll, blood gushing from her mouth quickly staining the green leaves beneath her. The arrogance and curiosity in her eyes had long been replaced by unbelievable terror.

Who am I? Where am I? What did I do?
What was that just now? That faint, almost imperceptible force seemed to directly invade his body, nearly annihilating his life force.

Having lived this long, she had never encountered such a situation before.

She's not dead yet. As the Supreme Witch, although she's weak, the title "Supreme" still gives her a slight buff. In addition, although Whitney has the consciousness of a martial arts master, she hasn't practiced any martial arts in the past year. Almost all of her power has been spent on the Taiyin Refining Technique, which is why she was able to reach the Sith warrior standard in the number of Fiber Primals in her body in just one year.

However, even without deliberately practicing martial arts, he still possessed the martial arts consciousness of a supreme grandmaster. The shoulder-leaning movement was almost instinctive, and he executed it smoothly, resulting in the current outcome.

"Is she...is she dead?" Lana's voice trembled violently as she gripped Whitney's arm tightly. Everything that was happening before her eyes—the car flying up in the air, the crazy woman who had suddenly appeared, and the inhuman strength that Whitney had displayed—had completely overturned her understanding of her peaceful small-town life.

“She should still be breathing.” Whitney looked at Fiona lying on the ground and gently patted Lana’s hand. “She’s just a witch, she’ll be alright.”

"A... witch?!" Lana was completely dumbfounded.

My understanding of more than a decade was shattered in an instant. Does witches really exist in this world?

“Yes, the kind of witch who was hanged in Salem.” Whitney nodded. “It’s a complicated story, so I’ll keep it short. Zoe, you remember her, right?!”

"Zoe?!"

Lana's expression froze.

Zoe certainly remembered her; she was Whitney's ex-girlfriend. Their relationship had been incredibly close, but for some reason, they broke up last year, and Zoe moved away. She had always assumed the breakup was because Zoe left. Could there be something else going on? "Zoo is also a witch, she just doesn't know it. In fact, she only awakened her witch powers last year. Those powers are terrifying; they almost killed me. I was lucky to survive, awakening my powers at the last moment. I guess this witch wanted to know how I survived, which is why she came to me."

"You too, have awakened...an ability?!"

“Yes, just like in those superpower movies, I also awakened superpowers.” Whitney tried to explain in a way that Lana could understand and accept. Then, without saying much more, she demonstrated her abilities to Lana through her actions.

But then he slowly raised his left hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and aimed it at the car that had been blown away.

An invisible, suffocating force field instantly spread out. The surrounding corn stalks seemed to be blown by an invisible gale, shaking violently and making a rustling sound, yet strangely they did not fall over in any direction. The air seemed to become thick and heavy.

An amazing scene happened!

The heavy car, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, began to shake violently, accompanied by a piercing metallic twisting sound and the screech of mud and gravel sliding down! It first struggled to leave the ground, and then, in a manner that defied the laws of physics, was slowly and steadily "lifted" up!

Lana covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. She could clearly see that as the car was being "righted," the dents and deformed metal parts on the car body, under the influence of an invisible force, emitted a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, and were visibly "bent" back to near their original shape little by little!
Finally, with a muffled thud, the car's four tires landed steadily on the compacted mud. Apart from some residual mud and a few scratches that couldn't be fully repaired, the car looked almost like it had just undergone a professional towing rescue, rather than having just survived a fatal rollover.

Whitney slowly lowered his hands, exhaling a long breath, and the oppressive aura dissipated. He turned to look at Lana, who was still in a state of extreme shock, his gaze complex.

"Do you see that, Lana? This is the 'power' I've awakened."

Lana's lips trembled slightly. She pointed at the car, then at Fiona, and after a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a voice: "This...this isn't magic? It's not like that witch's magic? What is this?"
“That’s not magic, Fiona’s is.” Whitney smiled, looking into her eyes. “That’s the ‘Force.’ It’s the omnipresent energy field in the universe, connecting all life, matter, and energy. It is both the creator and the destroyer. You must learn to understand it, guide it, and use it…”

“The Force?” Lana repeated the unfamiliar word, her mind a jumble of confusion. “Like…like a superpower?”

“Older and more fundamental than superpowers,” Whitney explained. “You can think of it as the breath of the universe, a primal force of life. Some people are naturally sensitive to it, able to sense and even guide it. As for me…” He paused, a glint of something unfathomable in his eyes, “I have not only sensed and guided it, but through rigorous training and ancient traditions, I have become its master.”

“A year ago, Zoe’s power awakened and almost killed me. In the face of death, I awakened the ancient Highland bloodline. Through the memories of the bloodline, I mastered this knowledge and ability and became a Sith.”

"Highlanders? Sith?!"

“The Highlanders originated in the Scottish Highlands, a group of people born with the Force, while the Sith are an organization formed by Highlanders who possess the Force,” Whitney explained with a smile, glancing down at Fiona, who was equally bewildered by his explanation. “Some so-called witches were nothing more than slaves of the Sith thousands of years ago.”

“No, it’s impossible…” Fiona said, her eyes wide open, struggling to speak.

"The power of witches originates from Voodoo in Africa, which spread to North America with the rise of the slave trade. The precursor to Voodoo was merely the power that the Sith bestowed upon their slave handlers to better manage their slaves. The so-called witch gatherings we see today are only a product of the last few hundred years. How could you possibly know the origins of witches thousands of years ago?" Whitney fabricated history with an air of self-righteousness. "That's precisely why Zoe's power activated my bloodline. It was just a contingency plan left by the Highlanders for future generations. Otherwise, why do you think I survived?"

(End of this chapter)