This time, Jiang Ming had stepped into the period preceding the War of the Witches and Demons. During this era, the Demon Race and the Witch Race ruled the heavens and the earth respectively, with constant friction and endless conflict.
At this time, the Human Race was still weak, merely struggling to survive in the cracks between greater powers, its civilization consisting of small, vulnerable tribes. Some larger tribes would occasionally offer sacrifices to divine beasts, divine birds, or members of the Witch Race, worshipping them as totems that protected their tribes.
The place where Jiang Ming had been born belonged to a Witch Race clan worshipped by a large human tribe: Yi.
Hou Yi had been born in this tribe. The Witch Race had such low fertility that they could scarcely produce pure-blooded offspring, so they had come up with a solution: intermarrying with humans, a race that naturally resembled most witches.
The results had been good. Whether their father or mother was a witch, the children would awaken powerful Witch Race bloodlines. That thin trace of human blood actually brought benefits, improving the witches' comprehension?
After all, humans were a highly adaptable race, naturally skilled at learning and evolving. It seemed that, given the chance, they could become increasingly intelligent in the future.
Hou Yi was one such child. His mother was human, while his father was the chief of the Yi Clan of witches.
Hou Yi had been raised by his human mother, who was very gentle. Unfortunately, she was only an ordinary human woman and had lived for just over two hundred years-and even that was thanks to the natural treasures Hou Yi had gathered for her to eat.
Jiang Ming opened his eyes. He was now only a fourteen-year-old boy, but because he was a