"What...?" Yuan En Yehui's eyes widened, her lips trembling slightly.
"That door connected to the Demon Plane, devouring the energy of heaven and earth as countless demons swarmed through. The family was plunged into crisis in an instant. We fought desperately to hold them back, but she had completely lost control of herself. She even... personally gravely injured your father."
Blurry images flashed through Yuan En Yehui's mind. When she was seven, her father had knelt on the ground, covered in blood, crying out her mother's name in agony. Her mother, meanwhile, had been bound by countless Soul Power chains, her eyes filled with fear, pain, and deep guilt.
"In that battle, more than thirty members of our family fell. Your second aunt was killed by demons in that very battle. Your second uncle witnessed his wife's tragic death, and his temperament changed drastically. He swore to avenge the family. As for your father, despite being severely wounded, he still did everything he could to protect Yehui. He begged me to spare her life, even willing to sacrifice his own cultivation in exchange for hers," Yuan En Zhentian continued.
Yuan En Yehui's heart jolted, tears glimmering in her eyes.
"Unfortunately, Yehui herself understood that her Martial Soul was ultimately an 'uncontrollable calamity.' She did not want your father to sacrifice any more for her, nor did she want to bring an even greater crisis upon the family. So, she chose to take her own life. Your father knelt before her, crying and begging her to live. But she merely gently stroked your face and spoke her last words to you—'Live on, and become your own light.' I crippled your father's cultivation not because he had done anything wrong, but because he wanted to follow your mother in death. I had