Apart from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the bloodlines of the other Great Witches are more or less impure, mixed with the bloodlines of other races. After awakening their bloodline power, they slowly gather together and now live together in Jiuli.

The Great Witch cannot reproduce on its own; it can only increase the population of its race through this cycle of reincarnation. However, as Pangu's essence blood dispersed, the regenerated witch race gradually weakened, becoming weaker with each generation.

"Each generation is worse than the last, but Emperor Jiang was really lucky to find a genius with such a strong bloodline! Was that archer named 'Yi' a reincarnation of a great shaman found among the human race?"

The Jiuli tribe was even more ancient and wild. People gathered in twos and threes to chat, and their voices traveled over the earthen walls and stone walls to reach Tongsu's ears.

"Of course. I heard that when he was five years old, his parents took him to the mountains and grew up there. Later, Emperor Jiang found him and brought him back to Jiuli."

"When he was twenty years old, he won first place in archery among eighty-one tribes! However, his strength was too great for ordinary bows and arrows to withstand. Otherwise, he would have been able to fight in the north and south of the prehistoric world and become famous far and wide. What would have happened to those ten princes of the demon race!"

"Everything's fine now! Wasn't the crimson bow that the demon race sent a few years ago said to possess the power of a Taiyi Golden Immortal? With it, Yi will definitely become even stronger!"

"That's right. I've also heard a rumor that the crimson bow can transform into human form and is destined to be the future crown princess of the demon race!"

"Wow, really? She's in a pretty bad situation, hahaha... Seriously, the demon race is doomed to perish sooner or later. Maybe if she came to our witch race, she could at least survive!"

"That's right!"

"Let's not talk about that for now. Didn't Heaven order the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan to stop fighting? We don't want to be accused of instigating trouble... To be honest, it's really boring now. We just like fighting all the time. We don't know what else we can do."

"Why don't you find someone to fight? Like find Yi and have an archery contest with him! Maybe you can even meet that future crown princess of the demon race, hahaha!"

"I'm not going! He keeps saying the Red Bow is broken and can't be repaired, it's unusable... Hahaha, that's hilarious! A divine bow, and it breaks! What kind of divine bow is that? It's not even as good as the one I made myself from tree branches!"

Upon hearing this, Tong Su scoffed self-deprecatingly, wrapped her fur robe tighter around herself, and turned to leave without looking back, her short legs carrying her.

The price of a broken bow is sudden physical weakness.

At first, she was completely unconscious and was taken back to Jiuli to recuperate for several years before she was able to barely transform back into human form.

When she could transform back into human form, she no longer possessed the physical abilities that allowed her to join forces with the Golden Crow to fight Jumang. She reverted to the appearance of a four- or five-year-old, three-headed little bean sprout when she first transformed into human form.

Now that it's winter, with its cold winds and snow, she even has to wrap herself in a fur coat to keep warm!

Standing beside Tong Su was a young man with a resolute appearance. Upon hearing the question, the young man frowned and asked, "Are you and the Demon Prince Daoist partners?"

The infamous prince of the demon race is actually a pervert who likes young children?!

The little boy glanced at him indifferently and said in a childish voice, "What does it have to do with you?"

Too lazy to say anything more, she returned to the stone house, transformed back into her original form, and landed on the table without uttering a sound.

That young man was Yi.

Whenever Tongsu saw him, she couldn't help but feel angry and became increasingly unwilling to talk to him, maintaining a non-violent non-cooperative attitude.

Unless it's something important, she spends most of the day in her original form, half-dead, lying on the table, giving him no response.