Though Sages Are Strong, They Ultimately Rely on Hongmeng Purple Qi and Are Controlled by the Heavenly Dao

Long Zang followed the trail and eventually stood before a vast lake.

The lake was as immense as a starry realm, its water incomparably clear, formed from the convergence of Three Lights Divine Water.

At the lake's heart, a green lotus swayed quietly, radiating cyan divine light, its petals a full twelve grades!

"Twelve-grade Creation Green Lotus..." Long Zang murmured softly, a rare heat flickering in his eyes.

This was a supreme relic left behind after Pangu's creation of the world, brimming with boundless power of creation.

For an ordinary cultivator, obtaining it could perfect their talent and allow them to comprehend the Great Dao of Creation.

But for Long Zang, it was an unparalleled treasure for tempering the physical body, far more precious than any spiritual treasure!

He sneered coldly in his heart:

Spiritual treasures meant nothing to him.

After all, without a Primordial Spirit, even the sharpest sword in his hand was less convenient than casually picking up a stone and swinging it.

But this Creation Green Lotus was different—it nurtured not artifacts, but the origin of life itself.

To him, its value far surpassed so-called "Innate Supreme Treasures"!

"This thing is rightfully mine." A smile spread across Long Zang's face, his gaze sharp and cold, carrying a hint of dominance and inevitability.

In his eyes, there was no such thing as karma.

His logic had always been straightforward and brutal:

If I want it, it's mine!

Long Zang gazed quietly at the twelve-grade Creation Green Lotus at the lake's heart, a smile lingering at the corners of his eyes.

This was no ordinary spiritual treasure—it was one of the five seeds of the Chaos Green Lotus from back then, sharing the same origin as Luohu's twelve-grade Destruction Black Lotus.

The only difference was that one nurtured destruction and Demonic Nature, while the other bore the supreme light of creation.

If the Destruction Black Lotus was the dead end that annihilated everything, then the Creation Green Lotus was the hope that reshaped All Things.

To others, it was a supreme treasure for suppressing fate; to Long Zang, it was a divine medicine for forging the physical body.

Because he had always walked the path of the ultimate physical body, such creation was practically tailor-made for him.

But Long Zang did not stop.

He looked out toward the Endless Sea, understanding clearly in his heart: the Three Immortal Islands shared the same origin; as long as he found one, the other two would not be hard to locate.

Sure enough, the moment he turned and arrived at Yingzhou Island, he immediately sensed an ancient aura of the utmost degree.

It was the aura of eternity!

Long Zang's gaze flickered, and a rare hint of surprise rose in his heart.

Eternal Light existed only at the dawn of the Primordial Light.

It was a miracle on par with the Primordial Light, the first ray of light that illuminated heaven and earth.

It had long vanished from the world and should never have reappeared, yet now it shone on Yingzhou.

On Yingzhou Island, an Innate Spiritual Root stood proudly.

Its petals bloomed with golden radiance, light like the sun, illuminating the four poles and eight wastelands.

It was the Eternal Flower!

Long Zang stared for a long time before finally revealing a faint smile.

"Refine a single wisp, and one becomes immortal."

He knew clearly that something like this had already vanished from the entire Primordial World.

That he could find it was not only a matter of strength but also a kind of heavenly fortune.

And when he set foot on Fangzhang Island, an even more overwhelming aura rushed toward him.

It was the aura of origin!

A towering ancient tree stood between heaven and earth, its canopy blotting out the sky, the primal rules flowing through its branches and leaves.

It was on the same level as the Creation Green Lotus and the Eternal Flower, all among the Innate Spiritual Roots... the Origin Ancient Tree!

Long Zang looked at this scene, a rare joy surfacing in his eyes.

"Today really is my lucky day."

Eternal, Origin, Creation—the three divine lights had all fallen into his hands.

Only the Primordial Light was missing to complete the set!

A ridiculous thought even arose in his heart:

It was as if heaven, earth, and All Things were deliberately pushing these opportunities before his eyes.

But then, thinking it over, he shook his head and sneered coldly.

What is called "Heavenly Mandate" had always been nothing but a joke in his eyes.

Opportunities were not gifts from the Heavenly Dao, but results seized by force.

If he hadn't carved his way through with slaughter and domination, these supreme treasures would have ultimately fallen into someone else's hands.

Long Zang waved his hand, and the Three Immortal Islands merged with a thunderous roar.

The three islands, originally from the same root, fused into one under his power, nearly reverting to Chaos before he forcibly suppressed them.

Light radiated from the island as three "suns"—cyan, gold, and white—hung high, casting the three divine lights of Creation, Eternity, and Origin respectively.

He said with a faint smile, "From now on, this place shall be called Emperor Venerable Island."

"Emperor" came from his name.

"Venerable" was his ambition... supremacy!

As his thoughts flowed, a palace rose abruptly from the island's center, towering and majestic.

Thus, the Emperor Venerable Hall was born.

On the island, by the shore of the Three Lights Divine Water lake, an ancient tree swayed its branches.

That was the Yellow Middle Plum, the foremost of the ten innate Spiritual Roots!

Long Zang casually transplanted it into his small garden, where it stood alongside the Cyan Lotus, the Eternal Flower, and the Origin Tree, forming a true immortal paradise.

Gazing at his achievements, Long Zang finally revealed a smile from the depths of his heart.

"Days like these are truly living freely."

He lounged lazily in the garden, a leisurely glimmer flickering in his eyes.

The irony was, if he truly only wanted a carefree life, he could have long ago gone into seclusion. Why bother stirring up the Primordial World?

The reason was simple: fate.

He was an Ancestral Witch, destined to be inextricably tied to the rise and fall of the Witch Clan.

Once the Witch Clan emerged into the world, he would not be able to stand aloof.

Therefore, he had to lay his plans ahead of time, had to make trouble.

Sparing the ferocious beasts wasn't just for Yuan Huang, but for the Witch Clan as well.

Because the future was the Sage Era, an era where "if you don't become a Sage, you are ultimately an ant."

A Sage could decide the life or death of an entire clan with a single thought.

Long Zang absolutely refused to be a pawn manipulated by others, nor did he wish to become that monkey crushed under the Five Finger Mountain.

So, he had to lay his foundation early.

So, he had to stir up storms in the Primordial World!

He understood in his heart that those who could attain the Hunyuan Dao were few and far between.

Hongjun was inevitable; Luohu, though tragic, was also destined to succeed.

Beyond them, there were only Yuan Huang, Ancestor Dragon, First Kirin, Shen Ni, and himself.

As for Haotian, Zhenyuanzi, and other future top-tier existences, they would forever be denied Hunyuan.

Because they walked the Immortal Dao, which required Hongmeng Purple Qi—but how much Purple Qi existed between heaven and earth?

The Immortal Dao was the path of the Heavenly Dao.

But the path he walked was the path of the Great Dao.

The Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao seemed to differ by only one word, yet they were entirely different realms!

Long Zang sat quietly, but the thoughts churning within him were profoundly deep.

In the Primordial World, the Immortal Dao and the Great Dao appeared to differ by just one word, but in reality, they were as different as heaven and earth.

The Immortal Dao relied on the Heavenly Dao; as long as one followed the steps, even with mediocre talent, one would eventually achieve something.

But the Great Dao was different. It demanded the extreme... luck, foundation, comprehension, perseverance, divine abilities... none could be lacking.

Walking the path of the Great Dao meant loneliness and peril, meant that with one misstep, one's body would perish and one's Dao would vanish.

Yet at the same time, the Great Dao also represented true freedom and boundlessness. It was the ultimate realm of transcending everything, unshackled by the Heavenly Dao.

Long Zang knew deep down that this was the path he should take.

Though Sages were mighty, they ultimately relied on Hongmeng Purple Qi and were constrained by the Heavenly Dao.

He refused to become an existence led around by the nose by rules.

The path he wanted to walk was the Great Dao, the supreme freedom that could stand alongside heaven and earth!