Countless creatures had heard that mighty beings dwelled on Mount Kunlun.
Their names were Grand Pure One Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, and Shangqing Tongtian.
These Three Pure Ones belonged to the orthodox Pangu lineage.
They were great masters of divine abilities in the Primordial World, born from the Primordial Spirit of the great god Pan Gu.
Anyone who could become a disciple of these three great masters would rise straight into the clouds from that day onward.
Not only could they cultivate supreme Dao arts and comprehend the true meaning of the Great Dao, but they would also gain protection and the confidence to travel through the Primordial World.
Thus.
Countless creatures tried to climb Mount Kunlun.
They hoped to ascend the mountain and seek a master.
Unfortunately, whenever they reached the mountainside, their heads would spin and their vision would blur.
When they woke again, they would already be back at the foot of the mountain.
This repeated itself.
Who knew how many times.
No one had ever successfully reached Kunlun's summit, much less seen the Three Pure Ones with their own eyes.
As time passed, fewer and fewer creatures came to Kunlun seeking a master.
Even so.
Quite a few cultivators still lingered near Mount Kunlun.
They wanted to try their luck and see whether they might have a chance to be accepted as disciples by the Three Pure Ones.
Then, one day.
A Mottled Tiger woke from a sound, snoring sleep.
"Hmm!"
"It seems I truly have no destined connection with the Three Pure Ones!"
Dejected and dispirited, the Mottled Tiger felt somewhat at a loss.
He had already lost count of how many times he had tried to climb Kunlun.
The results, naturally, were easy to imagine.
Not a single attempt had succeeded.
After so many failures,