In the south of the Primordial World lay Greenwood Ridge, a territory of the Demon Clan.
The chief of the Greenwood Wolf Tribe, an old wolf at the Early Taiyi Golden Immortal stage, had summoned several of the tribe's most promising youngsters.
"Chief, did you call us here because Kunlun Mountain is recruiting disciples?" a young Greenwood wolf asked excitedly.
"That's right."
The old wolf nodded gravely. "The Primordial World is in turmoil. The Witch Cult and the Demon Clan haven't gone to war yet, but clashes continue beneath the surface. The Greenwood Wolf Tribe is caught between them. One wrong move, and we'll be wiped out."
"For our tribe to survive, we must place our bets on more than one side."
His gaze swept over the youngsters. "Qing Feng, you have the keenest comprehension and have gained some insight into the law of wind. Leave at once for Mount Buzhou and find a way to join the Witch Cult."
"Yes, Chief!" Qing Feng answered solemnly.
"Qing Yan, Qing Yun, your grasp of the laws is weaker, but you both have solid foundations. Go to Kunlun Mountain. Qing Yan, try to enter the Chan Sect. Qing Yun, see if you can get into the Interception Sect."
"If even one of you becomes a Sage's disciple or joins the Witch Cult, the Greenwood Wolf Tribe will have a safeguard against disaster!"
"Rest assured, Chief. We won't fail you!"
Similar scenes played out among small and midsize tribes throughout the Primordial World.
Struggling to survive between greater powers, they sent their most promising youngsters to Mount Buzhou and Kunlun Mountain, hoping to secure a chance of survival for their tribes in the struggle over Fortune.
At the foot of Mount Buzhou, outside the Spirit-Gathering Formation, crowds had gathered.
They were independent