Meanwhile, Long Zang paid no heed to the currents swirling beneath the surface.
He set foot on the Sun Star alone, his gaze settling on the great tree rooted in the blazing sun... Fusang!
Its branches burned like golden flames, while its roots plunged deep into the star. It was one of the Innate Spiritual Roots.
Two Golden Crows hung from its branches, their flames soaring into the sky. They were the true forms of Di Jun and Tai Yi, who would later become the Demon Clan.
Long Zang gazed at them in silence, making no move.
With his strength, killing Di Jun and Tai Yi now would take no more than a casual gesture.
But he knew full well that the great currents of the Heavenly Dao had their own designs.
If the Witch Clan was to emerge, it would inevitably need an opponent.
Severing that causal thread too early would only make the future harder to predict.
More importantly, he had never intended for the Witch Clan to rule the Primordial World.
What was the Witch Clan? Pangu's Orthodox Lineage!
They had inherited the Merit of the Turbid Qi that had opened the world and were protected by Pangu's Legacy. They were a race that already stood beyond defeat.
Even the Sages did not dare take on the Witch Clan lightly.
Otherwise, the Sages would have purged them long before the Witch-Demon Great War of later ages.
Long Zang sneered inwardly.
The Witch Clan's true downfall had never been because its enemies were too powerful. It was because of the Witch Clan itself.
Destroying Buzhou Mountain was a grave crime that enraged the Heavenly Dao!
Any other race would have been wiped out on the spot, their souls scattered.
Yet the Witch Clan managed to survive, thanks to Pangu's Legacy and the protection of Merit.
That was precisely why the Sages could only scheme behind the scenes, using the Demon Clan to eliminate the Witch Clan rather than daring to act themselves.
Merit was the finest protection in the Primordial World, the equivalent of a pardon from death!
Long Zang understood.
He had never intended to make the Witch Clan the Co-Lord of the Primordial World.
It was not only unrealistic; it would also squander their Merit and bring disaster upon them.
If the Witch Clan could protect itself, avoid causing trouble, and escape being manipulated, becoming an Immortal Clan would only be a matter of time.
That was the true reason the Witch Clan had fallen into decline!
On the Sun Star, a blazing river of fire surged, as if it could burn everything in existence.
Long Zang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze profound as he watched the two golden suns.
"The Demon Clan, the Witch Clan..."
He smiled and murmured to himself.
At this moment, Di Jun and Tai Yi were still gestating, like embryos not yet fully formed.
If Long Zang wished, he could crush them both with a casual flick, as easily as squashing two ants.
But he did not act.
In Long Zang's eyes, there were few foes he truly needed to consider.
Luohu, Hongjun, and Yang Mei were the three he could not afford to ignore.
As for Shen Ni? He was still struggling against the backlash of Karma. Though he was among the strongest, he had already fallen a step behind.
Since he was not Long Zang's equal, there was no need to trouble himself over him.
New powerhouses might rise in the future of the Primordial World, but for now, that was still a long way off.
Long Zang reached out and gently snapped off a branch from the Fusang Tree.
Golden flames flowed along it, carrying the unmatched heat of True Sun Fire.
"I'll take one of your branches and repay you with a drop of Three Lights Divine Water. That should settle our cause and effect."
He spoke with a faint smile as a drop of divine water, shimmering with the combined radiance of the sun, moon, and stars, slowly merged into the Fusang Tree.
The branch swayed gently, as if responding to the settled cause and effect.
Long Zang nodded in satisfaction. His figure vanished, and he reappeared on the Moon Star.
The Moon Star was no smaller than the Sun Star, but its aura was entirely different.
There were no blazing flames here. Instead, the quiet, chilly power of the Lunar Star permeated the air.
Yin and yang joined in secret, forming the foundation of the Yin Yang Great Dao.
Another Innate Spiritual Root stood on the Moon Star... the Moon Laurel.
Its branches and leaves shone with a clear radiance, like the outpouring of a river of stars, quietly guarding this corner of the world.
Long Zang's eyes brightened.
Three Great Supernatural Beings were gestating on the Sun Star... Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Xi He.
On the Moon Star, two more beings were gestating... Chang Xi and Wang Shu.
The instant Long Zang's gaze fell upon the Moon Star, a cool voice rang through the heavens and earth:
"May I ask which fellow cultivator has come to my Moon Star, and for what purpose?"
Moonlight gathered, and a figure slowly appeared.
She was draped in pure, radiant light, sacred and cold. She was the Lunar Goddess... Wang Shu!
Long Zang sized Wang Shu up.
Like Xi He, she had been born with a Primordial World rank. She was a truly top-tier Innate Great Divine Ability User.
She shared the lifespan of Heaven and Earth, deathless and indestructible, with inexhaustible Merit.
Her very existence was an extension of the Moon Star.
Long Zang answered frankly, "I am Long Zang of the Witch Clan. I came only to take a branch from the Moon Laurel."
Wang Shu paused, surprise flickering in her eyes.
"The Witch Clan?"
She ruled the Moon Star and could perceive nearly everything in the Primordial World, yet she had never heard of this race.
Still, Long Zang's aura was not one she could afford to underestimate.
After a moment, she beckoned. A branch of the Moon Laurel appeared and drifted toward Long Zang.
He took it with an easy smile. "Thank you, fellow cultivator."
He then offered a drop of Three Lights Divine Water and let it merge into the Moon Laurel, settling the cause and effect.
With that, his figure vanished from the Moon Star.
Wang Shu gazed in the direction he had gone, silently breathing a sigh of relief.
She did recognize Long Zang. She had simply chosen to play dumb.
She knew all too well that this man was truly a "Great Ominous Person" in the Primordial World!
A childish voice beside her asked, "Sister, who was that?"
Wang Shu replied in a grave tone, "He's a Great Ominous Person from the Primordial World."
When she finished, she let out a long breath.
As the ruler of the Moon Star, how could she not know Long Zang's fearsome reputation?
"A fearsome person?" The childish voice sounded puzzled.
Wang Shu only shook her head and said calmly, "You should focus on cultivating and emerge as soon as you can."
"Got it, Sister Wang Shu," the childish voice replied.
Back on Emperor Venerable Island, Long Zang murmured, a playful smile tugging at his lips:
"Am I really that scary?"
He naturally understood that Wang Shu had recognized him but chosen not to call him out.
Long Zang did not expose her, either.
After all, in a sense, Wang Shu truly was one of the foremost goddesses between Heaven and Earth. Her accumulated Merit was boundless, and there was no point in offending her.
He took out the branches of the Fusang Tree and the Moon Laurel, his expression turning serious.
Branches alone were not enough to cultivate new trees, but Three Lights Divine Water was something he had in abundance.
This supreme divine water had been nurtured by Heaven and Earth, and it was immensely beneficial to Innate Spiritual Roots.
Long Zang murmured, "Planting these two trees will not only strengthen me; it will also serve my plans for the future."
Clearly, he had not come merely to collect branches.
He had a deeper plan in mind...
Long Zang sat cross-legged on Emperor Venerable Island, the "World Seed" that shimmered with chaotic light resting in his palm.
This treasure was unlike ordinary spirit treasures. It contained the complete embryo of a world within itself.
If he could activate it, he could open up a true realm of his own.
His gaze was profound, but he understood this well:
For the living beings of the Primordial World, creating a world was no difficult task.
Even a powerful being who had just entered the Immortal realm could casually cleave open the void and create a world.
But a world like that was as lifeless as stone. No matter how vast it was, it meant nothing.
A true world had to evolve on its own, give birth to life, and grow step by step over countless ages.
Otherwise, no matter how large it was, it was nothing but an empty shell.
Long Zang drew a deep breath, and his will surged into the World Seed.
Rumble!
Chaos churned, all was desolate, and only a wisp of his will stretched across it.
"Open!!"
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