The Most Generous Master Ever Chapter 1121 Ending

"Master!"

Lin Qingzhu felt a tremor run through her entire body. The aura was far too familiar; tears surged into her eyes in an instant. A figure in white bounded from the depths of the demon pool, manifesting slowly amidst the sky.

Ye Qiu caught Bai Yunfei and immediately provided him with a Crimson Jade Leaf Flower. As Bai Yunfei regained his vitality and drifted back into wakefulness, he looked up at Ye Qiu with a sense of profound emotion. "Haha, it appears I owe you a significant debt after all, in the end."

With a faint smile, Ye Qiu replied, "How has a dignified Demon Lord of the outer realm become so decrepit after failing to show himself for twenty thousand years?"

Bai Yunfei chuckled, though anger simmered beneath his tone. Although the Crimson Jade Leaf Flower had salvaged his depleted life force, his physical strength remained fragile and largely unrecovered. He offered a mirthless smile, warning, "That entity has consumed the essence of an Immortal Emperor, and his power has surged to terrifying heights. He is far beyond my capacity to defeat. You must tread with extreme caution."

The threat remained active, and the anxiety etched upon Bai Yunfei’s face refused to dissipate. Ye Qiu looked at him, smiling warmly. "I shall triumph, Brother."

Bai Yunfei: "..."

Formerly, he had addressed Ye Qiu as 'Senior'. Since the latter's breakthrough to the rank of Immortal Emperor, he had changed his tune to simply 'Brother'.

"Master!"

Unable to contain her jubilation, Lin Qingzhu rushed forward the moment she locked eyes with Ye Qiu once more. Ye Qiu cast a satisfied gaze toward her and gently commanded, "Qingzhu, step aside for now. Allow me to greet this old acquaintance."

"Understood."

Lin Qingzhu gave a small nod and assisted Bai Yunfei to a safer distance. After they had retreated, Ye Qiu’s expression softened into one of comfort as he focused on Tian waiting across from him. Confronting this rival—an adversary he had encountered in countless simulations without ever securing a victory—he finally bestowed a look of genuine relief.

Tian seemed to be his fated nemesis, a hurdle meant to remain insurmountable. Yet, today, that fateful curse would be shattered. Upon reaching the zenith of the Immortal Emperor realm, Ye Qiu had refined his understanding for tens of thousands of years, pushing the Dao of Blood to its absolute boundary.

He had, at last, arrived at the Longevity mystic realm.

Back when Ye Qiu dwelled in the Eternal mystic realm, he had performed countless simulations, only to suffer defeat against Tian time and time again. He had been forced to watch helplessly as darkness consumed the world.

This time, however, he had entered the Longevity mystic realm, unlocking the hidden truths behind the Immortal Emperor's path to longevity. His singular goal was to conclude this fated conflict and ascend the plateau to extinguish this tumultuous dark era forever.

"You have finally gathered the courage to face me." Tian spoke with casual arrogance while observing Ye Qiu standing amidst the clouds. He had not anticipated that the entity starting the final confrontation would be the same ant he could have easily crushed as an insect in the past. While surprised, a deeper sense of disdain colored his reaction.

When Ye Qiu was simulating reincarnation in the past, he happened to cross paths with the era where Tian was doing the same. They had clashed countless times before, but Ye Qiu had always met his demise.

This, however, would be the final chapter.

"Indeed! This shall be our definitive battle," Ye Qiu replied with a calm smile, remaining entirely unburdened by the terrifying pressure radiating from the emperor's aura.

Thousands of demon seeds gazed upward, stunned. No one had predicted he would emerge as the ultimate savior for the demon race. A wave of hopeful cheers rose for Ye Qiu.

"You appear remarkably confident this time?" Tian let out a sinister, demonic laugh as he brushed the black Dao Flower upon his chest. A similar bloom existed within Ye Qiu, though its petals were stark white.

"Naturally! This time, I will drag you back to reality," Ye Qiu retorted with a grin. Instantly, the very atmosphere began to compress, and the world trembled under the strain.

Two colossal auras surged with frantic intensity. A massive tremor ripped through the outer realm, causing the void to warp and twist.

"Is this the ultimate collision between two Immortal Emperors?"

The expressions of all spectators contorted in fear. Experts from the forbidden zones, hidden ancestral lands, powerful clans, and the crumbling Immortal Palaces all fixated on the duel. This was the final struggle determining the survival of all existence.

Should Tian’s maniacal vengeance remain unchecked, the world would collapse and descend into an eternal dark era. The sheer output of an Immortal Emperor shook the Nine Heavens. Ye Qiu signaled, "Shall we take our conflict to the outer realm?"

Ye Qiu held valid concerns. A direct clash with Tian might annihilate the entirety of the Ancient Immortal Realm. Much like the devastation at the, conclude of the Immortal Ancient, the destruction could be cataclysmic in scale.

Tian shared this hesitation. His goal was to shroud the world in darkness and ruin, not to leave behind a hollow, empty void for himself to rule.

"Very well!"

Tian did not dissent. Both figures vanished from the demon ancestral ground, streaking toward the vast, empty reaches of the outer domain.

Countless souls waited with bated breath for the outcome. Their anticipation was met only with disappointment, however; as the fighters ascended to the Nine Heavens, the battle became invisible to those below, leaving them to feel only the agonizing, endless shaking of the firmament.

Ten thousand years evaporated in a heartbeat, yet the deadlock persisted. As the two waged their grueling war, other factions in the outer realm resumed their own vicious fighting.

Ever since Ye Qiu appeared, salvation seemed within reach, fueling a massive counter-offensive against the encroaching darkness. A brutal, bloody conflict erupted across the outer battlefields as various royal families and monarchical clans joined the fray.

Their ambition went beyond merely resisting darkness; they sought to secure their prestige and legacy, mirroring the ancient rivalries that had once established the supremacy of the Ten Fiends.

The fires of conflict ignited across thousands of worlds. Three full tens of thousands of years passed, and these factions carved the outer realm into countless splintered territories. Throughout those thirty millennia, Lin Qingzhu never abandoned the Demon Clan’s ancestral land. She remained in a state of anxious vigil, waiting for her master’s return.

True peace would elude her until his safe arrival. Observing her distress, Bai Yunfei offered calm reassurance, "Do not despair! Your master is fundamentally altered from the man we knew. I can perceive that he has transcended the role of a standard Immortal Emperor. He may well have attained a realm that is currently unknown to the world."

"An unknown realm? What could that be?"

Lin Qingzhu asked, puzzled. Bai Yunfei simply shook his head, lamenting her question; he was still far from the Immortal Emperor stage himself, and the depths of what lay beyond were entirely inconceivable to his current cultivation.

Perhaps that secret resided solely with Ye Qiu.

The struggle extended for a hundred thousand years. By the end of this epoch, the situation in the outer realm had begun to stabilize. With the threat of the strange Tian neutralized, minor anomalies posed little risk, granting major factions the space to recover.

They launched a thorough campaign of reclamation, purging the shadows and retaking forgotten ruins. Two hundred thousand years into the conflict, a figure finally emerged from the outer realm. His robes were stained scarlet with blood. Clutching his sword, he returned to the Demon Clan’s territory.

The moment Ye Qiu was sighted, jubilation erupted among all living things.

"He triumphed?"

"Miraculously, he won?"

The heavy weight that had burdened every heart vanished, replaced by the fervor of triumph. Collective roars of victory echoed throughout the outer realm.

Ye Qiu had returned! He had cut a path back after a grueling two-hundred-thousand-year war. The ominous Tian had been buried in the chaos, his ultimate fate a mystery.

The chaos ended, yet there was no trace of joy on Ye Qiu’s face. Only he carried the weight of what had transpired during those two hundred millennia. After his swift return, Ye Qiu did not tarry; he dedicated ten thousand years to recuperating within the Demon Ancestral Land. Once restored, he instructed Lin Qingzhu to travel to the Holy Land, re-establish the Heavenly Courts, and summon his former subordinates.

He then departed the outer realm to locate the sanctuary of Celestial Thearch Zhen Wu in the mortal world.

A flood of complicated emotions overcame Ye Qiu as he stood before his former master. He simply stated, "Master, I believe I have attained comprehension of the Longevity Calamity you once described."

Celestial Thearch Zhen Wu gazed upon him with a smile, asking, "So, are you here to bid me your final farewell?"

Ye Qiu nodded silently. "Indeed... Tian revealed one final secret before perishing. He was merely an instrument. Master, I intend to march upon the ancestral plateau to resolve this once and for all. Before I do, however, I wish to share the method to overcome the Longevity Calamity with the world. What is your counsel?"

Hearing these words, Celestial Thearch Zhen Wu realized Ye Qiu had finally crested the final peak. He was overcome with pleasant surprise. He had spent countless years deducing the path, yet had lacked the clarity to test it himself. He had not believed Ye Qiu would succeed to such an extent.

The internal shackles of Celestial Thearch Zhen Wu seemed to break, and he released a hearty laugh. "Haha! My assessment of you was correct! Child, I never imagined you would truly achieve this. Proceed without hesitation. Regardless of the path you choose, I stand behind you. This is the journey you have carved for yourself; only you may decide its end."

Ye Qiu nodded. With a flick of his hand, he shattered the remaining restraints binding Celestial Thearch Zhen Wu, setting him free from his cage. "Master, I wish for you to handle this task personally, for it is your lifelong labor."

Celestial Thearch Zhen Wu trembled in disbelief at such a decision. He was profoundly touched, reaffirmed that his investment in Ye Qiu had been righteous. Yet, for him, worldly status had long lost its appeal. He only wished to wander the vast celestial expanse to conclude his remaining days.

Nevertheless, Ye Qiu’s gaze was unyielding, leaving no room for refusal. "Are you asking me to impart this Dao as your proxy?"

"Exactly! My own strength is insufficient to endure the threat atop the plateau. I am hopeful that the future will yield more allies to stand by my side."

Ye Qiu laid his intentions bare, and Celestial Thearch Zhen Wu nodded in agreement. "Very well! If that is your request, I shall concede."

Following their dialogue, Ye Qiu returned to the outer realm and solidified the new Heavenly Courts. He reunited the former cohorts of the Nine Heavens, placing Celestial Thearch Zhen Wu in charge. Eventually, Ye Qiu journeyed to the Holy Land to consult with Meng Tianzheng.

He tasked him with assisting Celestial Thearch Zhen Wu in delivering his teachings to the world.

Having settled these matters, Ye Qiu refined the final essence of the Dao of Blood, entrusting it to the Thearch to disseminate before he set out for the plateau alone.

By this stage, the world had settled into a fragile peace, though the remaining strange forces previously commanded by Tian had yet to be fully eradicated.

Ye Qiu left that task unfinished, viewing it as a requisite trial for the rising generation. Traversing a desolated region, Ye Qiu eventually reunited with the long-lost Lian Feng and Ming Yue, escorting them toward the highland ancestral land.

They arrived at an eerie, scarlet plateau. A colossal skeleton lay dormant atop it, serving as the origin of all existence. After eons, the body had weathered to bone. The calamity of longevity had dawned with him, and it would perish with him. The endless plateau, marked by his ancient footsteps, constituted the final ancestral hearth.

Ye Qiu felt a complex resonance with the ancient corpse. He had birthed the promise of longevity into this world, only to unleash endless calamities in the process.

"This... is the primordial source, the ultimate conclusion of longevity."