Old Liu looked at the ball of crimson light, then at Mo Lengshuang kneeling there. The woman was extraordinarily weak, her frame actually quite slight. Without the accompaniment of ice crystals and snowflakes, she was merely an ordinary, fragile woman, nothing like the North Nether Snow Marquis, one of the Five Nobles of the Netherworld.

"Ming Luosheng, if you continue to associate with that Daoist woman, you will surely suffer punishment from the Lord of the Netherworld. Both of you will not escape the sanctions of the two realms' system!" A voice drifted from the light orb. It came from none other than Mo Lengshuang, though it sounded lighter and gentler than her present tone.

Old Liu turned his head toward the red sphere of light, utterly astonished. It was functioning as a massive, omnidirectional projector. As if watching a film, he clearly saw a mountain peak beside a sea of blood, where Mo Lengshuang was grasping the hand of another man. This man wore ornate clothing of red and white, his physique impeccably proportioned, his hair the color of snow. The only striking feature was his face, which, at a glance, appeared ghastly red. Upon closer inspection, the red markings looked like exquisite carvings upon his features—a meticulous artistry, manifesting as symbols or emblems of dignity.

"We Netherworld Blood Masters cultivate our power through Blood Ranks; how can I not associate with Yu'er, who is also a cultivator of the Dao?" The man in red was arrogant and proud, his tone lofty. With a flick, he released Mo Lengshuang’s hand and transformed into blood butterflies, fluttering down the cliff face.

"Ming Luosheng, you will regret this!" Mo Lengshuang did not pursue him. She stood alone on the mountaintop as a cold wind blew, carrying the metallic scent of the blood sea. There were tears in her eyes, but the meaning behind them no one could comprehend—perhaps love, perhaps hatred.

Old Liu sank onto the ground, observing the two vastly different versions of Mo Lengshuang with keen interest: cold and vicious in reality, yet delicate and moving in the projection. This story was certainly not destined for a perfect conclusion; watching a movie was far easier than confronting another master.

The scene shifted to a place of exquisite mountains and clear waters, featuring fantastical rock formations and murmuring streams, naturally including a cavern dotted with strange stones, named the Serene Grotto. On the bluestone slab before the cave sat a woman, holding a jade fan, composed and tranquil, looking like an immortal untouched by the mundane world.

"Yu Jiuhu!" Old Liu certainly recognized this woman—the primeval divine beast, the Ancestor of Beasts, who had bestowed the Firelight Beasts upon him in the Seven Star Dragon Trapping Formation. Could she be the 'Yu'er' mentioned by Ming Luosheng?

"Yu Jiuhu, you are indeed still here." Mo Lengshuang descended from the sky, wielding an ice crystal. Among the group, she was not the leader, as the person at the forefront was a man clad in a robe of dark blood. The battle armor obscured his face entirely, and behind him stood several cultivators of imposing presence, dressed in magnificent attire.

Seeing so many people, Yu Jiuhu showed little panic. She flicked her jade fan and rose. "What a lively gathering today. My Daoist Serene Grotto has attracted so many from the Asura Clan."

"Half of the Asura Clan's Five Nobles and Four Masters are present today. The Lord of the Netherworld sent us to see what kind of woman could make the Blood Master Ming Luosheng so distraught that he would risk violating the boundary system." The leading man swept his battle robe, revealing a silver long spear, several feet in length, pure silver throughout. Attached to the spearhead was a blue streamer from which hung a tiny skull ornament.

"The path of Dao cultivation is not easy, Yu Jiuhu. If you are sensible, leave the Blood Master. We Asuras will ensure you a way out," Mo Lengshuang said, tossing the ice crystal in her hand into the air with a clear intent to intimidate.

"And what if I refuse?" Yu Jiuhu’s gaze was resolute, showing no concern despite facing members of the Asura Clan. She raised her jade fan, and a commotion erupted throughout the forest behind her as various birds, beasts, insects, and fish appeared in sight.

Is this the Ancient Divine Beast Dao? Old Liu swallowed hard, watching the seemingly weak animals. Based on both the display and the underlying essence, he felt Yu Jiuhu should flee. All comers looked hostile, especially Mo Lengshuang, who was clearly there to cause trouble.

"Hmph, a mantis trying to stop a chariot—how childish!" The man in black vibrated his long spear, causing the earth to shake. The animal army, only just assembled, scattered in every direction instantly. He turned, his gaze cold, and roared, "Do not force our hand. I never kill women."

"Firelight Beasts!" Yu Jiuhu, possessing a stern nature, would not yield so easily. At her command, several Firelight Rats burst from the earth, rushing toward the man engulfed in fierce flames.

"Seeking death!" The man wheeled his spear, lightly taking the lives of the Firelight Beasts. A menacing mask concealed his face. He brought the silver spear down again, managing to severely wound Yu Jiuhu, even knocking her entire body back against the wall at the grotto entrance. He shook his head and said to Mo Lengshuang behind him, "The Blood Master is a young man highly valued by the Lord of the Netherworld. No one wishes for his future to be ruined by this mortal realm woman. I believe you understand the Lord of the Netherworld's meaning."

"Your subordinate understands, Soldier Master." Mo Lengshuang watched the weakened Yu Jiuhu with a detached expression. This woman was the object of her deepest hatred. Her affection for Ming Luosheng was innate, understood by every member of the Asura Clan; therefore, she had to be the one to act. Cultivators of the Dao were inherently enemies of the Netherworld; killing Yu Jiuhu would reduce the Netherworld's enemies by one. Killing Yu Jiuhu might return Ming Luosheng's heart to her side. Killing Yu Jiuhu brought a hundred benefits and not a single harm.

Is Senior Yu Jiuhu this weak? Old Liu recalled the image of Yu Jiuhu appearing at the Mount Buxian volcano, displaying the demeanor of a true master. How could she have died so early in the Ancient Era? It simply didn't compute.

"Pfft..." From that moment on, Mo Lengshuang’s gentle gaze vanished. The love and hatred within her turned to nothingness as the ice crystal blade pierced Yu Jiuhu's body. Yu Jiuhu's blood slid down the blade to the ground, flowing from single drops to streams. That crimson fluid washing over her pure white body was tragic, but in Mo Lengshuang's eyes, it became a source of relief. From this moment, the Blood Master Ming Luosheng would return to her world.

Dead... dead... Old Liu disappointedly dropped the Demon-Breaking Sword in his hand. What was the history here? Yu Jiuhu, at that time, was clearly just an ordinary Dao cultivator; she hadn't even become the Ancestor of the Divine Beast Dao, yet she was killed by a group from the Netherworld, slain beneath the ice crystal of the North Nether Snow Marquis, Mo Lengshuang.

Where the crimson halo spread, Old Liu's vision shifted once more to Mo Lengshuang, half-reclining on the ground. The source of that halo came from the depths of her heart. Was all of this Mo Lengshuang's memory? And could the man called the Blood Master Ming Luosheng be the Ancient Divine Blood Dao Ancestor she had once mentioned?