This Great Dao is profound and mysterious, truly the most enigmatic among the Three Thousand Great Daos.

"Rise!" Long Zang transformed into a Giant of a hundred million zhang, reaching out to uproot the entire World Tree.

The whole world began to wail, heaven and earth trembled, as if dusk had descended.

Yet he did not hesitate, planting the World Tree into his own Small World.

Within the Small World.

Di Xi and Di Shu looked up at the towering tree that pierced the heavens, their eyes full of reverence and awe.

"Take good care of it," Long Zang instructed calmly.

"Yes, Father God!" the two replied in unison.

Long Zang nodded in satisfaction, then departed.

Standing before the now-ruined great world, Long Zang's gaze was deep.

He raised a finger and pointed: "Return to Ruins!"

Terrifying power of Destruction descended instantly!

The entire world shattered like glass, collapsing, bound by endless laws.

Long Zang reached out and clenched his hand. The whole world turned into fragments, coalescing into a pure mass of World Origin.

This incomplete Great Thousand World was completely refined by him, becoming a part of his power.

Long Zang looked at the World Origin in his hand, which shimmered with a strange light, and his heart stirred slightly.

This was the core of an entire Great Thousand World. For anyone else, obtaining it would require destroying the whole world. But the Karma and Calamity Qi that would bring were too heavy, enough to drag them into an abyss of endless ruin.

Yet now, such a complete World Origin had fallen into his hands so easily, as if picked up for free. How could Long Zang not value such a benefit?

But how should he use it?

Should he refine it to enhance his own strength? Or use it to complete his own gestating Small World?

He hesitated.

This was not a decision to be made lightly. If he refined it, his cultivation would surely save much accumulated time, allowing him to advance faster and further. But if he fed it to his Small World, its evolution speed would leap forward dramatically.

After a moment of thought, Long Zang ultimately chose the latter.

For him, now that he had the Destiny Demon God's Origin, his cultivation resources were sufficient. This Great Thousand World Origin would serve as extra reinforcement, most cost-effective for accelerating his Small World's growth.

He gently merged the World Origin into his Small World, not rushing to refine it, but letting the Small World slowly absorb it, allowing natural evolution and growth.

After doing this, Long Zang gazed into the depths of the void.

There, it was pitch black, silent and dangerous. Though it held endless possibilities and opportunities, it also concealed many unknown terrors.

"Not yet," he murmured to himself, shaking his head.

Though he was strong, he wasn't strong enough to fear nothing. If some ancient horror suddenly sprang from the void, treating him as a tonic to devour outright, it wasn't impossible.

Since the birth of the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, countless worlds had sunk into this void. No one knew what lurked in the depths of the darkness; being too reckless would only lead to self-destruction.

Thus, Long Zang merely watched quietly for a while, then carefully erased all traces of his presence, turned, and returned to Chaos.

He had been away from the Primordial World for a long time; it was time to go back.

Within Chaos, the surging sea of Origin Qi remained, but these no longer posed any threat to Long Zang now.

He took a step forward, and beneath his feet, golden Dao patterns emerged, leading deep into the Primordial World. Relying on the imprint he had left there, he had no fear of losing his way.

The next moment, he merged into Chaos and vanished.

In the Western Region of the Primordial World, heaven and earth were shrouded in a thick aura of Calamity Qi, as if some earth-shattering change was about to descend.

Here, Luohu and Yellow Heaven were conspiring to strike against the Dragon Clan.

Though the current situation in the Primordial World was tense, with constant friction, large-scale war had not yet truly erupted. Yet the two had already begun laying their plans early.

"What do you plan to do next?" Yellow Heaven asked coldly, looking at Luohu.

The reason he had allied with Luohu was to kill the Ancestor Dragon, but this fellow had been slow to act, which displeased him greatly.

Luohu, however, remained composed: "No rush. The Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan haven't truly fallen out yet. Acting now would have little meaning, let alone killing the Ancestor Dragon."

Yellow Heaven fell silent, frowning but saying nothing more. For now, he still relied on Luohu in many ways.

"What about Cyan Heaven? Any news?" he changed the subject.

Luohu nodded, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.

Yellow Heaven had already devoured Azure Heaven, his strength skyrocketing to the Sublime Saint level. Cyan Heaven naturally dared not face him head-on and had long since fled without a trace.

These years, Yellow Heaven had been searching for him, hoping to merge the Three Heavens into one, complete his Origin, and ascend to a higher level.

"Cyan Heaven is now hiding in the Southern Region of the Primordial World," Luohu said flatly.

Yellow Heaven's brow furrowed instantly.

The Southern Region of the Primordial World? That was hardly good news. That place was the territory of the Phoenix Clan—even Luohu couldn't wedge himself in, let alone him.

"Don't rush. Once Ancestor Dragon is dead, next in line will be Yuan Huang and Long Zang down south." Luohu said with a smile.

"Let's hope so." Yellow Heaven murmured, then turned and vanished.

Watching his retreating figure, Luohu's gaze grew complicated.

To be honest, if he truly wanted Ancestor Dragon dead, he'd have made his move long ago. The problem was, Ancestor Dragon was too useful a pawn—he couldn't bear to waste him so easily.

Besides, Yellow Heaven hadn't been fully drained yet. Used well, he could help complete many of Luohu's schemes.

That was why he'd delayed moving against Ancestor Dragon.

"Don't let me down." Luohu grinned, his expression eerie.

As for Cyan Heaven's whereabouts, he hadn't lied to Yellow Heaven—he really was in the Southern Region of the Primordial World.

Cyan Heaven wasn't stupid either. The safest place in the entire Primordial World was there, guarded by the Phoenix Clan. Even Yellow Heaven wouldn't dare act rashly.

So he'd been hiding there all along, biding his time...

The Southern Region of the Primordial World—reunited at last!

Long Zang's figure finally appeared in the Southern Region.

He hadn't deliberately concealed his aura, and Yuan Huang sensed his arrival the moment he stepped in.

"Master!!"

A familiar, excited cry rang out as a chubby figure barreled toward him.

Long Zang's mouth twitched slightly as he watched A Bao charging over.

This mutt—tens of millions of years without seeing him, and he was even fatter than before.

"Master, I really missed you!" A Bao said, clinging tightly to Long Zang's leg, tears streaming.

"Alright, I get it." Long Zang looked at the fat dog with disdain. Though the guy lazed around all day, his cultivation had climbed considerably—he was now at the peak of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, just one step away from Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

If not for A Bao's sheer laziness, he'd have crossed that threshold long ago. But the creature's daily routine was just eat, sleep, eat again.

"You're back." Yuan Huang appeared beside him, a strange glint in her eyes.

Long Zang nodded, reaching out to wrap an arm around her slender waist, and chuckled softly. "Mm. I'm back."

Yuan Huang shot him a glance. "You still remember to come back? I thought you were going to vanish for another tens of millions of years."

Long Zang just smiled, saying nothing more. He understood that Yuan Huang was really complaining... after all, he'd been gone for millions of years, and this wasn't the first time.

"You broke through?" Yuan Huang noticed the ethereal aura around him, her eyes lighting up.

"No." Long Zang shook his head.

His realm hadn't truly advanced, but the peculiar quality of his aura came from mastering the Great Dao of Fate.

This Dao was profound beyond measure—even among the Three Thousand Great Daos, it was considered one of the most mysterious.

Though he hadn't fully refined the Destiny Demon God's origin, merely grasping this single Dao had made his presence as elusive as mist and smoke, unfathomably deep.

"Breaking through isn't that easy." Long Zang sighed. "Walking the path of the Great Dao is too slow. Even for me, it takes endless accumulation."