The True World Must Be Able to Evolve on Its Own, Give Birth to Living Beings, and in Countless Years

On the other side, Long Zang paid no heed to these undercurrents.

He set foot on the Sun Star alone, his gaze falling upon the great tree rooted in the blazing sun... Fusang!

Its branches burned like golden flames, its roots plunged deep into the star itself—one of the Innate Spiritual Roots.

On the tree hung two Golden Crows, their flames soaring to the heavens, the true forms of the future Di Jun and Tai Yi of the Demon Race.

Long Zang watched quietly, making no move.

With his strength, killing Di Jun and Tai Yi right now would be as easy as lifting a hand.

But he knew well that the Heavenly Dao's grand momentum had its own arrangements.

If the Witch Clan were to emerge into the world, they would inevitably need an opponent.

If he severed this karmic thread prematurely, the future's course would become unpredictable.

More importantly, he had never intended for the Witch Clan to dominate the Primordial World.

What was the Witch Clan? Pangu's Orthodox Lineage!

They had inherited the merit of the chaotic qi that split Heaven and Earth, and were blessed by Pangu's Legacy itself—a race born to stand undefeated.

Even the Sages dared not act against the Witch Clan lightly.

Otherwise, long before the Witch-Demon Great War of later ages, the Witch Clan would have been purged by the Sages.

Long Zang sneered inwardly.

The true downfall of the Witch Clan was never because their external enemies were too strong, but because of themselves.

Destroying Buzhou Mountain—that was a great crime that angered the Heavenly Dao!

Had it been any other race, they would have been annihilated on the spot, their souls scattered to the winds.

Yet the Witch Clan still managed to survive, relying solely on Pangu's Legacy and the protection of their merit.

For this very reason, the Sages could only scheme from the shadows, using the Demon Race to eliminate the Witch Clan, never daring to strike personally.

Because merit was the best protective charm in the Primordial World, comparable to a token of immunity from death!

Long Zang understood clearly:

Thus, he had never thought of making the Witch Clan the Co-Lords of the Primordial World.

Not only was that unrealistic, but it would also squander their merit and invite utter catastrophe.

If the Witch Clan could guard themselves, avoid chaos, and escape being schemed against, achieving an immortal legacy was merely a matter of time.

This was the true reason for the Witch Clan's decline!

On the Sun Star, a blazing river of fire surged, as if it could incinerate everything in the world.

Long Zang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep, staring at the two golden Great Suns.

"The Demon Race, the Witch Clan..."

A smile touched his lips as he murmured to himself.

At this moment, Di Jun and Tai Yi were still gestating, like unformed embryos.

If Long Zang wished, he could snuff them out with a wave of his hand, as easily as crushing two ants.

But he did not act.

In Long Zang's eyes, there were not many opponents he truly needed to consider.

Luohu, Hongjun, Yang Mei—these three were the ones he had to keep in mind.

As for Shen Ni? He was still locked in a struggle against Karma's backlash. Though counted among the strongest, he had already fallen a step behind.

Unable to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, there was naturally no need to waste effort.

The future of the Primordial World might see new powerhouses rise, but at least for now, that was still far off.

Long Zang reached out and gently broke off a branch of the Fusang Tree.

Golden flames swirled along the branch, containing the unmatched True Sun Fire.

"I take one branch from you, and return a drop of Three Lights Divine Water—thus settling this karmic bond."

He spoke with a faint smile as a drop of divine water, shimmering with the radiance of sun, moon, and stars, slowly merged into the Fusang.

The Fusang's branches swayed gently in response, as if acknowledging this exchange of karma.

Long Zang nodded in satisfaction, then his figure vanished, reappearing on the Moon Star.

The Moon Star was no different from the Sun Star in size, but its aura was entirely distinct.

Here, there were no blazing flames; instead, a serene and cold power of the Moon Star permeated the air.

One yin, one yang, secretly merging—this was the very foundation of the Yin Yang Great Dao.

Upon the Moon Star stood another Innate Spiritual Root... the Moon Laurel.

Its branches and leaves scattered clear radiance, like a Milky Way cascading down, silently guarding this realm.

Long Zang's eyes brightened.

The Sun Star nurtured three Great Divine Ability Users... Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Xi He;

The Moon Star likewise held two beings gestating within... Chang Xi and Wang Shu.

The moment Long Zang's gaze fell, a cold, clear voice rang through heaven and earth:

"Which fellow Daoist comes to my Moon Star for what purpose?"

Moonlight coalesced, and a figure slowly emerged.

She was draped in resplendent divine radiance, holy and icy—the Moon Goddess... Wang Shu!

Long Zang appraised Wang Shu.

This woman, like Xi He, was born holding a Primordial World fruit position, a true top-tier Innate Great Divine Ability User.

Sharing the heavens' lifespan, undying and indestructible, with endless merit.

Her very existence was the continuation of the Moon Star.

Long Zang spoke frankly: "I am Long Zang of the Witch Clan. This trip, I only want a branch of the Moon Laurel."

Wang Shu was slightly startled, surprise flickering in her eyes.

"Witch Clan?"

She governed the Moon Star and could almost perceive the entire Primordial World, yet she had never heard the name of this clan.

But Long Zang's aura kept her from underestimating him.

After a moment, she raised her hand and summoned a Moon Laurel branch, offering it to Long Zang.

Long Zang took it, his smile calm: "Thank you, fellow Daoist."

He then sent a drop of Three Lights Divine Water into the Moon Laurel, settling the karmic bond.

With those words, his figure vanished from the Moon Star.

Wang Shu gazed at the direction he had left, secretly sighing in relief.

She wasn't ignorant of Long Zang—she chose to play dumb.

Because she knew very well that this man was the true "Great Ominous Person" of the Primordial World!

A young, naive voice came from beside her: "Sister, who is he?"

Wang Shu answered solemnly: "Him? A Great Ominous Person of the Primordial World."

After saying this, she let out a long breath.

How could she, who governed the Moon Star, not know of Long Zang's fearsome reputation?

"Ominous person?" The young voice was tinged with confusion.

Wang Shu just shook her head, saying lightly: "You, focus on your cultivation and emerge into the world soon."

"I understand, Sister Wang Shu," the young voice replied.

Long Zang returned to Emperor Venerable Island, muttering to himself, a playful curl at the corner of his lips:

"Am I really that frightening?"

He naturally understood that Wang Shu had recognized him, but had chosen not to expose it.

Long Zang didn't call her out either.

After all, to some extent, Wang Shu was indeed a top-tier goddess of heaven and earth, with boundless accumulated merit; offending her held no point.

He took out the Fusang and Moon Laurel branches, his expression turning serious.

Cultivating new trees relied on more than just branches, but what he lacked least was the Three Lights Divine Water.

This supreme divine water, born of heaven and earth, held infinite benefits for Innate Spiritual Roots.

Long Zang murmured: "Planting these two isn't just to benefit myself, but also for the future."

Clearly, his trip wasn't merely about collecting branches.

In his heart, there was a deeper plan...

Long Zang sat cross-legged on Emperor Venerable Island, his palm holding the "World Seed" that shimmered with Chaotic radiance.

This thing was different from ordinary spiritual treasures; it itself nurtured a complete embryonic world.

If he could activate it, he could open up a true realm of reality.

His gaze was profound, but his heart was clear:

Opening up a world was not a difficult task for the beings of the Primordial World.

Even a great power who had just stepped into the Immortal realm could casually split the void and create a world.

But that kind of world was as dead and silent as stone—even if it stretched endlessly, it held no meaning.

A true world must be able to evolve on its own, give birth to living beings, and grow step by step through countless Years.

Otherwise, no matter how vast it was, it was nothing more than an empty shell.

Long Zang took a deep breath, and his will surged violently into the World Seed.

Boom!

Chaos churned, a desolate silence reigned, and only a thread of his will ran through it all.

"Open!!"