Zhuang Yuechan frowned slightly and took an inconspicuous step back.
The scene before her abruptly changed. Within a world steeped in blood, Yushu emerged from the Demon Dens with the Three-Foot Green Edge in hand, drenched in blood. Every step left behind a bloody print, while corpses carpeted the ground behind her.
Among them were her master, her comrades, and the "master" she had in name.
A cauldron as lowly as dust had slaughtered everyone because of a treasured sword she had obtained by chance, personally cutting off their heads and piling them into a gruesome mound.
What unfolded before Zhuang Yuechan's eyes seemed little different from what she herself had done. The only difference was that, in the very end, Yushu had never received the salvation meant for her. She had fought her way out, step by step, with her own strength.
It was at that time that the seed of the Inner Demon was planted, forging her twisted psyche, so unlike that of ordinary people.
She was proud to her bones. No matter what, she could never accept such an unbearable past.
Though these things had gradually been buried beneath the passage of ages as her cultivation rose, the cracks had always remained. They had merely been buried deeper—so deep that even after she passed the great Inner Demon Tribulation, she had failed to eradicate the Inner Demon completely. In the end, it erupted all at once when she attempted to break through to the Deity Transformation Stage.
Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, perhaps no one would have believed that True Monarch Yusu, who had once swept across all directions thousands of years ago, possessed such a past.
A trace of pity could not help but emerge from the bottom of Zhuang Yuechan's heart.