Journey to the West: I’m a Primordial Great Luo from the Start, and Buddhism Is Freaking Out

In the Chechi Kingdom’s imperial capital, inside a Taoist temple, an image of the Supreme Sage Tongtian of Shangqing was enshrined. A young man was kneeling before it, offering incense. “Master, during the Investiture of the Gods calamity, our Jie Sect’s ten thousand immortals either ended up on the Investiture of the Gods or were converted by the Western Teachings. I cannot accept this!” “We devoted ourselves to the Dao and chanted the imperial scriptures every day. Why did the Human, Chan, and Buddhist Schools conspire against us, leaving our Jie Sect’s ten thousand immortals in such a terrible state?!” “Your disciple has cultivated day and night, and finally became a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal before the Journey to the West calamity. I will throw the Three Realms into chaos, so my senior brothers who were put on the list or converted can return to the Jie Sect, and restore it to its former glory, with ten thousand immortals paying homage!” A long, helpless sigh slowly sounded from the void. It seemed faint and distant, yet Jiang Chen heard it clearly by his ear. “Alas, my disciple Jiang Chen, this is the will of Heaven. Why insist on resisting it?” “Master, what is the will of Heaven? You once said that of the fifty paths of the Great Dao, Heaven derives forty-nine, leaving one thread of hope!” “Your disciple has already attained the Primordial realm. With no Sage emerging, no one in the Three Realms can suppress me! This Journey to the West calamity is my chance!” “Alas, so be it. Since you want to take your chances, your master will naturally support you.” As he spoke, a beam of light shot out from the statue. “This is the Qingping Sword. To the ten thousand immortals of the Jie Sect, seeing this sword is like seeing me. I hope you make good use of it.” “Yes, Master!”