The old woman saw Yunxi's expression change and nodded.
"Yes, we are descendants of the Witch Tribe."
Yunxi's brows knitted tightly. She somewhat understood why the curse cast on that golden gemstone had been ineffective against her. Most likely, her Witch Tribe bloodline was even purer than theirs; otherwise, she would not have been able to activate that Cross-Server Chat Group.
Just then, something stirred in Yunxi's sea of consciousness. The Red Wooden Token had finished merging with the Medicine Immortal Sect's stone stele, becoming a red stone stele that floated within her sea of consciousness. Her connection to the space had also been restored.
Eager to inspect the merged space, Yunxi turned to the old woman and said,
"As far as I know, the Witch Tribe was wiped out long ago. Because the Witch Tribe interfered with the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao withdrew the power it had bestowed upon the Witch Tribe, causing them to vanish among all living beings. Even if I carry Witch Tribe bloodline, I cultivate another path as well. How could I possibly help you escape your plight of decline?"
A trace of sorrow flashed across the old woman's face.
"This old woman knows we are asking too much. In order to preserve the Witch Tribe, our clan's last High Priest exhausted all her Witch power to send our people into different small worlds, hoping to evade the fate of decline.
"Some of our people were sent into this newly formed Secret Realm. This Secret Realm, a world unto itself, shielded us from the Heavenly Dao, allowing us to endure until now. At present, aside from me, the Witch Tribe traces on the rest of our people have almost vanished. I believe you saw it as well—they possess no Witch power.
"To survive in