Global: Everyone’s Fighting to Become Disciples of the Three Pure Ones? Then I’m Going West

“Chat group” “The West flourishes without a System” “Life is hard in the Primordial World, and the West is poor” Of all the secret realms in the heavens, the Primordial World was undoubtedly the best place to transmigrate to. In this world of incomplete mythology, the Three Pure Ones had become the most sought-after masters for anyone hoping to become a disciple. But Yuan Ku, who knew how the story went, wasn't impressed. The detached Supreme Purity wouldn't take disciples. The arrogant Jade Purity looked down on you. The deceived Higher Purity had countless demon disciples. Looking at the state of the Primordial World, in this world full of schemes, the West was the only truly safe place. At eighteen, when he had to choose his fate, Yuan Ku decisively transmigrated to Mount Sumeru in the West. His classmates mocked him, and his teacher sighed. The West was barren. Would he starve to death there? Even the birds and beasts wouldn't bother to take a dump there, and everyone knew it. Yuan Ku smiled. “You look down on the West?” “What about now?” Under Higher Purity, every day felt like playing a deadly rules-based game. In Jade Purity's sect, they were mocked as creatures born from wetness and eggs every day. By contrast, the West was full of brotherly love, everyone pulling together. Dizang would step up to earn merit, while two Saints protected and instructed their disciples, and even schemed against the Saints of the Primordial World. A hundred years later on Blue Star, demons descended, and the Primordial World’s divine mirror invaded reality. The Dragon Kingdom was on the brink of ruin. Only Yuan Ku stood alone in the sky, one man and one sword, terrifying a million immortals with a single sentence: “Fellow Daoists, your magic treasures are destined for the West!”