The Most Generous Master Ever Chapter 1116 -: Blood Dyeing the Heavens! Overturning the Demon Clan (1)

A crimson landscape had overtaken the world, turning it into a living nightmare. Throughout the purgatory of the Nine Nether, the cries of suffering living beings echoed endlessly. Beneath the plateau, a massive iron corpse began to stir, slowly opening his eyes. His chest was bare, showcasing a physique defined by raw, formidable muscle.

Intricate, blood-colored patterns traced across his skin, imbuing him with a savage and lethal aura. His gaze was devoid of humanity; he was akin to a cruel fiendcelestial emerging from the deepest abyss of the netherworld.

"All hail to you, my lord! You have successfully reclaimed the Immortal Emperor realm." From below, a legion of Nine Heavens powerhouses dropped to their knees as one. A bone-chilling murderous intent surged throughout the area. Standing atop a copper coffin, Tian radiated an imposing and terrifying authority. With but one glance, he forced all living beings to prostrate themselves before him.

The taboo figure who had once terrorized the final days of the Immortal Ancient—the darkest epoch—had finally been resurrected. This time, he intended to scour the entire Nine Heavens of the outer realm, fueled by his thirst for vengeance as he shrouded the world in eternal darkness. His frame remained naked, while thick, black malevolent energy billowed around him, carrying a suffocating smell of fresh blood.

He gestured with his right hand, muttering to himself, "My children, are you prepared? We have waited tens of thousands of years for this vengeance to wash over the Nine Heavens. It is time the gods of the outer realm remembered the true terror of dwelling in darkness."

Upon these words, thunderous, bloodthirsty roars erupted from the masses.

"Kill!""Kill!""Kill!"

As Tian returned, the Nine Heavens of the outer realm plunged into total disarray.

High atop a peak in the Holy Land, Meng Tianzheng slowly opened his eyes. "Has the destined day finally arrived?"

As an expert at the level of an Immortal King, Meng Tianzheng showed no outward emotion. Despite having spent the last ten thousand years honing his path to the quasi-emperor realm, he had yet to make the final breakthrough. A sense of profound melancholy washed over him. He realized then that stopping this cataclysm was beyond his reach. Quietly, he plucked a flower, performed a gentle divination, and offered a soft smile.

The era of darkness had dawned.

By that day, the ominous, dark miasma had begun to seep steadily toward the outer realm.

The entirety of the Nine Heavens was smothered in this unnatural energy. Everyone realized something was dreadfully wrong, and a cold sense of impending doom gnawed at their souls.

"Has that ancient corruption returned to our world?"

"Do those loathsome vermin truly believe they can make a comeback?"

Across the outer realm battlefield, everyone felt a ravenous, dark force consuming their territory. As time ticked by, chaos flared up at the borders of the outer realm; these creatures began to hunt for sustenance in the outlying regions.

Millions of dark entities resurfaced, slaughtering the myriad races and shattering the fragile peace of the world.

The great calamity of the races had ignited. Powerful clans that initially sought to remain hidden and neutral found themselves corrupted by the darkness, forced against their will into the swirling madness of the conflict.

Stationed within a remote sector of the vast galaxy, Lin Qingzhu watched the carnage with icy detachment.

She traveled between battlefields, seeking the profound truths of the Dao. The sight of countless creatures meeting their demise did not stir her heart. "Has the devastation Master warned of finally been realized?"

Though Lin Qingzhu had already attained the status of an Immortal King, her complexion turned ghostly pale watching such widespread suffering. For millennia, she had traversed the outer realm, wandering the uninhabited wilds of the primordial era, keeping her distance from major factions. She avoided the ancestral lands of the demons and the halls of the Moon God, preferring to drift alone in search of enlightenment regarding the Dao.

Witnessing this tragedy left Lin Qingzhu with a turbulent mind. Ultimately, however, her power could not hope to halt the tide of destruction. As more powerful clans and ancient immortal palaces entered the fray, her frustration grew.

The entirety of the Emperor Continent was already engulfed by the fires of war and total anarchy.

"I cannot remain here any longer. It appears I have no choice but to head for the Demon Clan’s ancestral land to reunite with Master." After deep deliberation, Lin Qingzhu ended her aimless journey.

Not long ago, Meng Tianzheng had urged her to retreat to the Holy Land to avoid a hopeless fate. Lin Qingzhu had disregarded this advice. Her resolve was set—she would find her master, for where he stood was her home.

The shifting allegiances of the outer realm were chaotic. Ming Yue and Lian Feng, who had arrived long ago, were now nowhere to be found.

Lin Qingzhu had no leads, and the First Elder had kept silent on their whereabouts. She only knew Linglong had been at the Moon God Hall, while Mengli and her Master were at the demon ancestral lands.

Whispers from the Moon God Hall suggested that shortly after Linglong’s return, she had departed alone for the highland domain and subsequently vanished. There was no purpose in visiting the Moon God Hall, as she would find no sign of Linglong there.

During her trek to the demon ancestral land, Lin Qingzhu witnessed endless suffering as the Nine Heavens were submerged in misery. The hellish flames of the dark army were not only purging the outer realm but were also devastating the mortal worlds below.

Countless souls were ensnared in the darkness, suffering catastrophic losses.

Tian, driven by his long-held malice, utilized the Corpse Ancestor’s forces as his vanguard, devouring entire worlds like the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands with ruthless cruelty.

When Lin Qingzhu finally reached the demon ancestral land and beheld the ten million demon warriors preparing to face the oncoming disaster, she felt the gravity of the situation.

The Demon Clan’s Dragon Trapping Array had been fully triggered. Any intruder who crossed into its reach was destined for certain doom.