Tongsu felt like she had a very, very long dream.

She dreamt that Di Jun and Di Jiang were fighting fiercely in Zixiao Palace. Two gloomy-faced boys were so frightened that they screamed. Heaven was furious, but it could not suppress the raging anger of the demon and witch clans.

Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, flashing swords, swirling fists, and powerful kicks, everything in the Purple Cloud Palace was being destroyed with overwhelming force.

In the chaos, only one pair of hands gently cradled her.

"Ah Tong, wait for me, wait for me... one day—"

The hoarse, plaintive voice gradually faded away. She tried to grasp it, but to no avail. Her body was so weak that it seemed not to exist, and even her consciousness was almost collapsing. She could only watch helplessly as the voice gradually disappeared into the distance.

"How dare you! How dare you! This is a blatant violation of the laws of Heaven! What is your punishment?"

The boy could only shout these few words over and over, cursing and running away with his head in his hands. Unfortunately, he didn't get far before he was hit by a beam of light and fell into the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace, his fate unknown.

The riot was eventually suppressed by the Heavenly Dao. Di Jun and Di Jiang, who led the uprising, could not escape punishment. Even a dignified Great Luo Golden Immortal could only kneel and vomit blood in front of the Heavenly Dao, not to mention those with even lower cultivation levels.

Everyone in Zixiao Palace had more or less injuries. She was pulled from his hand, and his grip tightened even more. The patterns on her body seemed to have worn his fingers raw, but he didn't care.

The lower and hoarse the roar, the tighter the fingers clenched, the more blood seeped out—she tasted his blood.

It's bitter.

Dijiang laughed loudly: "...Where are the historians? His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor is so generous, our Wu tribe can't help but be grateful, can we?"

"Come on, write it down! 'Emperor Jun bestowed upon Yi a crimson bow and white arrows to aid the lower kingdoms, and Yi was the first to relieve the hundred hardships of the land'—Thank you, Emperor Jun, for giving our Wu tribe such a divine weapon!"

"Let our Wu tribe send Kuafu as a hostage!"

"The entire Wu tribe will follow me back to Jiuli!"

"Demon—we'll see about this!"

Tong Su did not transform back into human form and remained in her original form. It was unknown who had taken her and thrown her into the Qiankun Bag. The bag was pitch black, and it seemed that many magical artifacts and pills were scattered around in the darkness, with boxes and bottles bumping against each other.

She fell to the very back, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Half asleep and half awake, the sky suddenly brightened, and someone reached into the bag and took her out.

"Yi, take this. From now on, this will be your weapon."

No……

don't want!

She didn't want to be someone else's weapon; she only wanted to be with the golden crow that could make her laugh and play with her.

As she trembled, another pair of hands took her in, and the young man's indifferent voice rang out above her head, devoid of any emotion.

"Thank you, Master."

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The Jiuli were located in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River. They were divided into nine tribes, each with nine clans, led by Chi You. They had eighty-one brothers, all of whom were chieftains, with Chi You being the chieftain of the tribe.

They practiced shamanism, worshipped various spirits and deities, compiled criminal laws, made weapons from copper or bamboo and wood, were skilled with bows and arrows, and each tribe was governed by a powerful shaman.

The shaman is a very special race.

"Gods, demons, monsters, Buddhas, and immortals, I am the foremost in cultivation. The twelve ancestral witches are under heaven's protection, and the divine powers of the three realms are manifested in dance."

When Pangu created the world, the five elements of chaos became spirits. When Pangu died, his primordial spirit transformed into the Three Pure Ones, and most of his physical essence and blood transformed into the Twelve Ancestral Witches. A small portion of his essence and blood circulated in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, attaching itself to the souls of humans and demons, and was reborn as the Great Witches.

—It can be said that this is a relationship similar to parasitism, devouring, and then replacing.