After transmigrating into the Celestial Court, Li Xuan became the most inconspicuous immortal groundskeeper in the Sutra Pavilion.
With no earth-shattering cultivation and no prestigious background, he thought he could do nothing but coast through life in the Thirty-Three Heavens, until he awakened the Great Dao Rewrite System.
From then on, the scripts of the Three Realms held no secrets from him.
Sun Wukong’s Havoc in Heaven? It was nothing but a pig-fattening scheme set up by Taibai Jinxing to refine a “Victorious Fighting Buddha puppet.”
The Journey to the West? In truth, it was a carefully crafted scam by the Spirit Mountain to harvest the incense offerings of the mortal world.
The Eighty-One Tribulations, every one a trap; the gods and Buddhas filling the heavens, every one a crook.
Li Xuan let out a cold laugh and lightly waved his broom, quietly rewriting it all.
And so, the story took a turn.
Sun Wukong didn’t eat the Peaches of Immortality or golden elixirs, but cultivated a demonic art capable of destroying the world;
Tang Sanzang didn’t recite the tightening spell. Instead, he took up a spear and delivered salvation by force;
Under Li Xuan’s covert control, the timid pilgrimage party became a “rebel army” dedicated to hunting gods and Buddhas.
When the Spirit Mountain collapsed and the Celestial Court fell, the Tathagata and the Jade Emperor were horrified to discover that the person who had been manipulating the game from the shadows was just a lowly groundskeeper.
Standing amid the ruins of Lingxiao Palace, Li Xuan gazed down at all living beings and smiled calmly:
“My fate is mine to command, not Heaven’s. Today, I, Li Xuan, will claim every opportunity belonging to the gods and Buddhas filling these heavens.”
