They were born to kill, defying heaven. How could they accumulate merit?

Long Zang understood clearly.

This was naturally also the reason why he had not seized the opportunity to wipe out the Ferocious Beast Clan.

To outsiders, that was a once-in-a-millennium chance, the perfect moment to eliminate the threat entirely.

But in Long Zang's eyes, Shen Ni's existence held far greater value than the annihilation of the Ferocious Beasts.

He knew that in the future, Sages would appear one by one. At that time, no matter how strong he was, he could not stand alone against six Sages.

Without enough allies, he would eventually find himself isolated and helpless.

Ancestor Dragon and First Kirin each had their own schemes; Yuan Huang was his Dao companion, but she ultimately bore the burden of her clan.

Only Shen Ni could become his true ally.

Thus, leaving the Ferocious Beast Clan a thread of survival was Long Zang's advance arrangement, a foreshadowing laid for future calamities.

The current landscape of the Primordial World had been completely reshaped by Long Zang's meddling.

The Ferocious Beasts were confined to the west, the Phoenix Clan held the south, the Dragon Clan slumbered in the Infinite Sea Domain, and the Kirin Clan suppressed the Central Great Domain.

If the Demon Race rose in the future and established themselves in the north, then the five regions of the Primordial World would achieve balance.

At that time, the beings of the Primordial World would no longer need to slaughter each other internally; they could turn their gaze toward the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, using the endless outer domains as their battlefield.

This was the Primordial World Long Zang hoped to see—external war instead of internal attrition, coexistence of races instead of mutual destruction.

This was both a scheme and a necessity.

Because if the Primordial World continued along its original trajectory, it would only repeat its fate of destruction.

Long Zang murmured softly, "I don't want to be a pawn of the Sages anymore."

He had no Primordial Spirit and could not deduce cause and effect, but his intuition was more reliable than any calculation.

He knew that if he did not prepare in advance, the future of the Witch Clan would still end as tragically as in his past life.

Just then, a mechanical notification sounded in his mind:

[Ding: You have received feedback from the Super Seminary World's World Will—a wisp of World Origin!]

[Ding: As the Group Leader, the wisp of World Origin has been amplified ten thousandfold. You have obtained: World Seed!]

Long Zang was slightly startled, his brow lifting.

"Feedback from the World Will?"

After careful investigation, he understood the truth.

It turned out that Keisha had spread his cultivation method in the Super Seminary World, combining it with Genetic Technology to deduce an entirely new path.

This path had greatly enhanced the development potential of the Super Seminary World, so the World Will of that world had actively given feedback, granting him a wisp of World Origin.

And because of the Group Leader Privilege, that wisp had been amplified ten thousandfold, transforming into a dazzling... World Seed.

Long Zang held the seed in his palm, gazing at it for a long time.

Its surface swirled with Chaotic radiance, while within, the faint outline of a complete world was gestating.

It was a true "seed"—if nurtured with years, it would eventually grow into an independent, real world.

"A rare treasure," Long Zang murmured softly.

He could create small worlds himself, but they were fundamentally different from the World Seed.

The worlds he opened were vast, yet they were like dead things—no potential for evolution, no possibility of growth, like an oversized storage ring.

But the World Seed was different; it was truly alive, capable of autonomous evolution, growth, and even giving birth to new civilizations and living beings!

The corners of Long Zang's mouth lifted slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

This kind of thing was more precious than any spiritual treasure.

After all, no matter how powerful a spiritual treasure was, it was still an external object; but a complete world represented foundation and future.

He pondered inwardly:

"How to use it—that is the key."

Should he nurture it himself, cultivating it into a world of his own?

Or keep it as a trump card, to be used as a turning point when facing the Sages in the future?

These things, he had not yet decided.

But what was certain was...

The World Seed was by no means a trinket to be used casually.

Its significance far exceeded the present, and it bore on the greater scheme of the future!

Long Zang's gaze pierced through the myriad heavens, locking onto the Super Seminary World.

He could clearly sense Keisha's karmic aura, so even across countless spans of space-time, finding that world was effortless.

A faint smile tugged at his lips: "Interesting."

The Super Seminary World had originally been a purely technological civilization.

Races like the Angels and Lieyang all walked the path of genetic evolution, ceaselessly modifying themselves until their genes reached their limit, enabling Spirit Transmutation.

But now, under the interference of Long Zang's cultivation method, Keisha had blazed a brand-new trail.

She fused the cultivation method with the Female Angels' genes, forcibly creating a system unique to them.

This choice, at its core, carried Keisha's stubbornness... She distrusted male angels, passing the cultivation method only to the female race.

Long Zang chuckled inwardly: In his eyes, this path might not be perfect, but at least it was novel, a trial with considerable potential.

Yet for an existence at his level, such techniques and systems had long become insignificant.

What he truly valued was only his own understanding and breakthrough in the Great Dao.

To him, cultivation methods were mere aids; what decided everything was still that heart and power capable of contending with the Heavenly Dao.

After closing the group chat, Long Zang returned to the Primordial World.

On Emperor Venerable Island, three divine lights interwove—Creation, Eternity, and Origin—encircling the entire immortal isle.

Long Zang sat cross-legged within, his body like a black hole, ceaselessly devouring the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth.

Before long, he sank into slumber, a premonition stirring in his heart:

When he next awoke, his body and cultivation would undergo an unprecedented transformation.

This intuition had never been false; every omen in his heart heralded a new breakthrough.

Years flowed by, and a million years passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, the Primordial World rarely welcomed a period of peace.

There were no battles of Immeasurable Calamities, no clashes of Supreme Experts; all races were gathering their strength.

To the Primordial World, this was instead abnormal.

Because as everyone knew, the norm of the Primordial World was never peace, but Immeasurable Calamities and conflict.

So-called tranquility was merely the silence before the storm.

Meanwhile, at the Fierce Beast Ancestral Court.

Shen Ni sat alone on the royal throne, his gaze heavy.

He knew clearly that the Ferocious Beast Clan was teetering on the edge of the greatest danger.

Though they had withdrawn from the stage of the Primordial World, the blood debts of those days would not simply dissipate.

In the Primordial World, karma and sin were real.

Other worlds might lack such constraints, but here, every sin you committed would follow you like a shadow.

At this moment, karma had begun to backlash against the Ferocious Beast Clan.

Over the past million years, their race had seen few newborns, their reproduction rate nearly stalled.

Cultivation had become nearly impossible to advance, and even many great experts had nearly fallen into demonic possession under the erosion of karma.

This backlash not only strangled their future but also drained them of all vitality.

In other words... the Ferocious Beast Clan had been pushed onto a path toward extinction.

Shen Ni gazed at the empty Royal Court, a fierce urgency rising in his heart.

If they let things continue, they would eventually become too weak to resist, reduced to targets for the vengeance of all races.

Would those clans once oppressed by the Ferocious Beasts tolerate their continued existence?

Absolutely not.

Once the time was right, they would surely swarm in attack.

Shen Ni pondered solutions in secret, but only two answers remained:

One was merit; the other was death.

Merit could offset karmic sin and dissolve slaughter, like a universal remedy.

Death was complete release—once the body perished and the Dao vanished, all karmic sin ceased to exist.

The problem was, how to obtain merit?

For the Ferocious Beast Clan, this was nearly an unsolvable riddle.

Born bloodthirsty, acting against heaven's way—how could they speak of accumulating merit?