[Primordial era + mistaken assumptions + laid-back invincibility + disciples + mastermind behind the scenes]
“The sect is closing. All of you, go down the mountain. I'm going into seclusion, so don't disturb me.” (In reality, he was just trying to stay alive.)
Chen Beixuan looked at his disciples sobbing below, waved his sleeve, and coldly sent them all away. Then he turned around and started grilling fish on the beach.
He'd thought he'd only taken in a bunch of weaklings, and that as long as he kept his distance from them, the Journey to the West calamity wouldn't affect him.
But a hundred years later, the Three Realms had descended into utter chaos.
The Golden-Winged Great Peng stood among the highest heavens: “At the peak of immortality, I reign supreme. Where there's a Golden Peng, there's a sky!”
The Six-Eared Macaque smashed the Lingxiao Palace with a single blow of his staff: “Tell me, across this boundless earth, who rules over all?”
Little White Dragon, clad in Black Tortoise armor, swept through the Western Pure Land with his dragon spear: “My master, Chen Beixuan, is not someone you bald monks are fit to speak of!”
Looking at the shattered Buddhist fortune on the Jade Disc of Creation, Tathagata and the Jade Emperor were both dumbfounded.
Meanwhile, Chen Beixuan cowered inside his sect as all the gods and Buddhas came knocking, trembling with fear. “I swear I never taught them any spells! I only let them read a few novels!”
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Very funny, write boldly, I like you