Murong Huai arrived in a blood-red world. Dark crimson clouds churned across the sky, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
On the ground stood an enormous blood-red altar, its surroundings covered in strange runes. Upon the altar, a woman in a teal-green gown was bound by several pitch-black iron chains. The chains were embedded deeply in her flesh, with drops of blood seeping out.
The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, but her face was filled with endless exhaustion and pain. When she saw Murong Huai, surprise flashed through her eyes before turning into cold mockery. "Who are you, sir?"
Murong Huai looked at her calmly. "I am Murong Huai, an Adjudication Elder of Spirit Hall. Are you Ye Jiuxin? The healing-type Title Douluo of the Ye Family?"
A trace of astonishment flashed through Ye Jiuxin's eyes. "I never expected anyone to remember me after all these years. Since you know my name, you should also know the sin I committed, shouldn't you?"
"I don't. Tell me." Murong Huai walked up to the altar. "What exactly is the truth behind this curse?"
Ye Jiuxin fell silent for a moment, then slowly closed her eyes. Memories from centuries ago surged forth like a tide.
"I was born into the Ye Family and awakened the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul from birth. I was exceptionally gifted. Before I turned fifty, I became the continent's first healing-type Title Douluo, bearing the title 'Begonia.'"
There was a trace of reminiscence in Ye Jiuxin's voice. "At that time, countless people revered me. Various sects and factions competed to recruit me, and even Spirit Hall treated me with great courtesy. I became lost in the flattery and praise of others, gradually losing myself."
Her voice sank, filled with boundless regret. "In pursuit of greater