Those Who Become Supreme Experts, Aren't Their Wills Like Iron?

Eastern Region of the Primordial World

"Master, where are we going?" A Bao asked curiously as he trod across the golden bridge formed by the Yin Yang Two Qi, soaring through the sky.

"Home." Long Zang lay on A Bao's back with his eyes closed, his voice lazy.

"Home? Not Emperor Venerable Island?" A Bao grinned foolishly.

Long Zang opened his eyes in exasperation: "Are you thinking about my Yellow Middle Plums again?"

A Bao chuckled without denying it.

The Yin Yang currents beneath his feet transformed into a golden bridge, crossing mountains and rivers as they sped along.

"Master, Buzhou Mountain is ahead." A Bao reminded him.

Long Zang opened his eyes and gazed at the towering, ancient, and mysterious Buzhou Mountain before him, his expression shifting slightly.

Countless years had passed since he left this place.

He had returned now because the situation in the Primordial World was temporarily stable, allowing him to spare the time for a homecoming.

Long Zang jumped down from A Bao, who instantly shrank and floated behind him.

Too lazy to bother with this glutton, Long Zang strode straight into the depths of Buzhou Mountain.

He stepped into a space filled with chaotic Qi and dense Sha—the Primordial Turbid Qi Domain.

"Master, this place is terrifying..." A Bao immediately latched onto Long Zang's thigh.

"You never took cultivation seriously, and now you're scared?" Long Zang rolled his eyes.

A Bao retorted without shame: "As long as Master is here, what do I have to fear?"

Long Zang was speechless.

Who was the master here, and who was the mount?

If he weren't so strong, this fool would have gotten him killed long ago.

Before them, turbid Qi churned like a tide of destruction.

This region had been rendered extremely dangerous by countless battles; even a Da Luo expert would be thoroughly corroded with a single misstep.

At A Bao's current strength, falling in would mean utter annihilation.

"Master, am I useless..." A Bao muttered quietly while clinging to Long Zang's thigh.

"..."

Too lazy to retort, Long Zang simply picked A Bao up and bulldozed straight through the turbid Qi.

Soon, they arrived at a Bronze Ancient Palace floating in the sea of turbid Qi.

This hall was like an ancient warship, unmoved by the surging turbid Qi.

Long Zang stepped inside, feeling a blood-deep connection.

He walked deep into the hall, where twelve enormous blood-colored cocoons floated in the central Blood Pool.

Endless turbid Qi was drawn into them, as if these twelve cocoons themselves were black holes in heaven and earth.

"Master, what are these?" A Bao asked curiously.

"These are my younger siblings, not yet born." Long Zang's tone was calm.

"Oh..." A Bao blinked.

Long Zang gazed at the twelve giant cocoons, his eyes growing deep.

The next moment, a golden light flew from his fingertip, transforming into twelve ancient scriptures that sank into the cocoons.

...Great Dao Undying Body!

This was a cultivation method personally created by Long Zang, tailored specifically for the Witch Clan—an ultimate path that fused the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique with the foundation of the Great Dao.

This method required one to be born in command of a Great Dao and use it to forge an immortal body.

No other race could cultivate it; only the Witch Clan's bloodline was naturally compatible.

The lives within these twelve giant cocoons were the future... Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Each Ancestor Witch would grasp a different Dao. Long Zang only provided the framework, without forcibly implanting his own "Devouring Great Dao."

He wanted them to take their own innate Dao as the root and create their own Undying Dao Body.

As the scriptures merged in, the twelve cocoons began to tremble, the laws around them surging, scriptures flowing, and divine light flashing.

A smile tugged at the corner of Long Zang's mouth.

Forging the Witch Clan into the imperial clan of the Primordial World required more than just schemes—it demanded strength!

From this moment on, the Twelve Ancestor Witches, cultivating the Great Dao Undying Body, would have the qualifications to aspire to the Sublime Saint realm, rather than stopping at the peak of Quasi-Saint for their entire lives, as in the original history.

In the original history, the Twelve Ancestor Witches were later led astray by the tide of events, walking the path of cultivating the Heavenly Dao.

This path wasn't exactly wrong, it just... wasn't suitable for them.

On the surface, the Witch Clan didn't cultivate their Primordial Spirit like other cultivators, but in essence, they were still walking the path of the Heavenly Dao.

Back then, Hongjun had just become a Sage, the Heavenly Dao was on the rise, and Cultivating Immortality had become the mainstream of the Primordial World. The Witch Clan was naturally swept up by the tide and gradually walked that "mainstream path."

This kind of situation was actually quite normal.

But now, Long Zang would never let that history repeat itself.

The Great Dao Undying Body was precisely the cultivation gift he had specially prepared for his yet-unborn younger siblings... the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

The biggest difference between cultivating the Heavenly Dao and cultivating the Great Dao was this:

Cultivating the Heavenly Dao had a "threshold." Without the Hongmeng Purple Qi, no matter how strong you were, you would forever be stuck below the Quasi-Saint level, unable to step into Hunyuan.

Cultivating the Great Dao? Though it had no qualification threshold, what it required was: immense perseverance, endless time, formidable divine abilities, and Heaven's Mandate-like luck.

In other words, ordinary people simply couldn't walk it.

Of course, all these comparisons only applied to top-tier existences. For ordinary beings, it didn't matter which path they cultivated—they weren't reaching the heavens anyway.

Just look at those Golden Immortals of the Chan Teachings in later generations. Even as disciples of a Sage, they ultimately ended up as nothing more than Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.

And throughout the entire Primordial World, those who could step into the Quasi-Saint level were basically the three thousand guests from the Purple Cloud Palace back in the day.

So for ordinary people, whether it was the Heavenly Dao or the Great Dao, the final result was pretty much the same. Whichever path you walked, the outcome was already fated—why bother choosing?

But Long Zang was different.

He wanted to support the future strongest imperial clan of the Primordial World... the Witch Clan!

This time, he had deliberately returned to the Primordial Turbid Qi World to lay his plans ahead of time, to establish a foundation for the Witch Clan's emergence.

If he waited until the Witch Clan truly emerged to correct their course, it would be far too late.

Among the Twelve Ancestor Witches, the ones with any real brains were actually only Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Xuanming, and Houtu. The rest? Every single one was a "hot-headed brute."

If trouble came, they charged in—didn't matter if you were human or god, friend or foe, just fight and be done with it.

So Long Zang had long planned to properly discipline them.

He didn't expect them to master schemes and plots, but at least they shouldn't be used as pawns without even realizing it, like they were originally.

"Train well," Long Zang said softly.

The twelve giant cocoons trembled slightly, then slowly returned to stillness.

A satisfied smile appeared on Long Zang's face. He turned and left the Primordial Turbid Qi World with A Bao.

"Master, can we not come to places like this anymore?" A Bao asked with a grimace.

"You never train properly, and now you know fear?"

"Hehe." A Bao gave an awkward laugh.

Long Zang shot him a glare but couldn't be bothered to say more.

"Where to next?"

"Southern region of the Primordial World."

A Bao immediately activated the Yin-Yang Divine Light, carrying Long Zang as they flew south.

Southern Primordial World, Dragon Clan Ancestral Land

Deep within the boundless Sea Region, the Ancestor Dragon was in secluded cultivation.

His last clash with Long Zang had left a bitter taste in the Ancestor Dragon's mouth.

It wasn't that he couldn't take a loss, but that feeling was just too unbearable... he hadn't even qualified to force Long Zang to use his full strength.

Though he wasn't as competitive as Yellow Heaven, he still couldn't swallow that anger.

Since then, the Ancestor Dragon had gone into near-total seclusion for cultivation, handing all clan affairs over to the Council of Elders.

And at this moment, in the cave dwelling of the Dragon Clan's Seventh Elder...

Demonic qi roiled and churned. The space didn't look like a "cave dwelling" at all, but rather a Small World unto itself.

A massive Demonic Dragon coiled within, its eyes flickering with bloodlust and madness.

"Luohu..."

The Seventh Elder's eyes burned with the flame of ambition.

He was also a true Supreme Expert, with extraordinary strength.

Right now, he was waiting... for Luohu's secret arrangements.

"Don't disappoint me, Luohu."

Though he had already acquired a Demonic Nature, he hadn't completely fallen into the Demonic Dao. At his current level, even with demonic qi clinging to him, he still maintained his clarity.

At this realm, no one could force you to fall into demonhood unless you were willing.

Every one who could become a Supreme Expert—who among them didn't have an iron will?