The Most Generous Master Ever Chapter 1114 -: Demon Pool!

"Could this truly be... the demon pool?" He stood at the edge of the void, gazing into the dark, chaotic pit of malice. The Nine Heavens were saturated with a crimson hue, drenched in a suffocating murderous aura. As Ye Qiu and his companions stepped forward, an icy chill pierced their bones, causing their hearts to flutter with instinctive dread.

"Heavens above! It is exactly as the legends foretold—demonic energy of heaven and earth, forged from the suffering of thousands during the world’s most chaotic era. It is genuinely horrifying." Master Crocodile sighed. Even he had never witnessed the demon pool before, and he stood visibly shaken by the sheer desolation of the scene.

"Ye Qiu, you must weigh your choices carefully. This Nine Nether Demon Pool is not something everyone can endure. You lack a demon body; lingering here for too long will inevitably leave you trapped. One wrong step, and there is absolutely no turning back!" Bai Yunfei cautioned with a calm, stoic expression. He was not much for sentiment, and this was his final piece of advice.

If Ye Qiu remained obstinate, he intended to simply facilitate the journey and be done with it. Consider it a debt settled. Whether Ye Qiu survived the ordeal was no longer his concern.

A feverish, near-manic look entered Ye Qiu’s eyes as he stared into the roiling, turbulent demonic energy of the Chaos Pool. His path toward the Dao of blood had reached its final stretch—only one hurdle remained. Should he succeed, he would shatter all conventional techniques in one fell swoop, reaching the zenith of the Freedom Technique. If he failed, Ye Qiu still held a backup plan: to cast himself into the cycle of reincarnation and traverse the path of rebirth.

"There is no need for further persuasion! I am fully aware of the stakes."

"Senior, my time in the Demon Pool may span ten thousand years, perhaps even a million. My survival is far from certain. Should I fail to return, I humbly ask you to look after my disciples. I... I owe you my gratitude."

Master Crocodile felt a jolt in his chest, not expecting such resolve from Ye Qiu. It was a meager final request, simple and easily granted by the two witnesses present. Bai Yunfei offered him a profound, long look before nodding. "Rest easy. I shall handle the karma binding your disciple to my emperor. Even if I were to refuse, my emperor would never stand idly by if anything were to befall your students."

Ye Qiu finally exhaled in relief. With Mengli present, even if Lin Qingzhu and the others wandered into the outer realms, they would remain relatively secure. Moreover, the Moon God Hall stood as another guard within this outer realm battlefield.

The current mistress of that hall was none other than Linglong, formerly his third disciple of Violet Cloud Peak, now known as the Martial Monarch Linglong. Her presence alone served as a shield for them.

"Whew." Taking one last deep breath, he fixed his gaze upon the demon pool. Without a hint of further hesitation, he took a single stride and submerged himself into the abyss.

Master Crocodile felt a surge of complex emotions as he watched Ye Qiu vanish step by step into the bottomless void. "Sigh... it is my time to depart, too! Young Ye, you must survive. We shall meet again... in ten thousand years." The old master finished his lament and withdrew into his true form before Bai Yunfei. Finally, he dissolved into a thousand streaks of radiance, vanishing into the ether.

"Uncle, what happened to that senior?" Mengli’s face drained of color as she observed the scene. How could a person just cease to exist? His very form had turned to dust.

Bai Yunfei’s eyes reflected a hollow loneliness, his thoughts veiled in mystery. At last, he whispered, "He has liberated his soul from the final constraints of his mortal vessel."

"Liberated his soul? But why? Has he not already attained the realm of the Immortal Emperor?"

Mengli was baffled; the concept felt like sorcery to her. She understood Ye Qiu’s choice—it was a quest for the supreme Great Dao. But Master Crocodile had already reached the summit. Why would he cast aside decades of cultivation and choose to discard his soul?

Bai Yunfei answered her internal confusion. "Your Majesty, you are still young and the mysteries of this world are vast. While the Immortal Emperor is supreme among heaven and earth, they find themselves at a dead end.

"Since the dawn of time, many peerless experts have hit this ceiling, unable to bridge the gap to the final step, only to perish in frustration. The key to true longevity lies hidden within the cycle of reincarnation. Thus, to pierce the veil, these legends have chosen to sever their true selves and leap into reincarnation’s current, hunting for a path to transcend."

Bai Yunfei's eyes dimmed. He had fought through hundreds of trials, yet he, too, had been unable to take that final leap. It was only because of his specific bloodline that his hopes now rested solely on Mengli.

Many Immortal Emperors had followed in Master Crocodile's footsteps—names like Linglong and Ming Yue. Once invincible, they ultimately surrendered their power when they realized they could reach no higher, hoping to find a breakthrough through the wheel of rebirth.

Master Crocodile was gone. Just as he had told Ye Qiu, he had no remaining ties to this world. With Ye Qiu also lost to the depths, there was nothing left to anchor him here. He opened the Gate of Reincarnation and stepped into the flow of the next life.

Mengli felt a lingering ache as she witnessed the final residue of Master Crocodile’s true form vanish into the pool. Bai Yunfei offered comfort, saying, "Come, let us depart! I shall escort you to the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands to reunite with your master."

Mengli allowed herself a small measure of solace. Yet, because Bai Yunfei could not personally enter the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, he would deploy a clone to guide her. Even a construct of his power, which sat far above the Dao Sacrificial realm, was essentially untouchable within the lower realms.

Unless an Immortal Emperor intervened to override the laws of heaven and earth—much as Wang Xianzhi once did—few would dare obstruct them. However, with so many worlds in existence, Immortal Emperors rarely expended their energy on such trivial matters.

As Mengli and Bai Yunfei departed, an eerie, absolute silence gripped the demon pool. Every living thing went still. Within the dark depths, Ye Qiu began his harrowing baptism of Demonic Qi. The blood surging through his veins roared with newfound, volatile intensity.

"This demonic energy is treacherous! The way it claws at one's essence is truly terrifying. Were it not for the righteous Qi I have cultivated, I doubt I would have lasted even a century."

Though shocked by the sheer virulence of the environment, Ye Qiu steeled his will. He drew forth the Chaos Immortal Sage Pill and swallowed it. "Everything rests on this gamble." He pushed his cultivation to the limit, mobilizing the chaotic power within the pill to absorb the surrounding madness.

A massive influx of energy tore through his body, leaving him wracked with agonizing pain as bright, fresh blood began to seep from his pores. His pristine white robes were instantly doused in gore. There was no liquid here; they called it a 'pool' because it was where the world's extreme demonic energy converged into an ocean of lethal force.

Ye Qiu funneled this dark energy into his cultivation, utilizing the medicinal power of the Chaos Immortal Sage Pill to force his breakthrough into the Immortal King realm. A thousand years passed in what felt like a heartbeat. As his body convulsed, bones etched with white and black runes began to manifest.

Ye Qiu realized his progress with frantic joy!

Boom! A deafening roar erupted as the Dharmic Dao of the outer realm gathered, causing the entire demon pool to churn and invert in violent upheaval.