Transmigrated as Hongjun, but None of Them Follow the Plot

He transmigrates into the Primordial World and becomes Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor. With a damaged Jade Disc of Creation in hand, he can not only divine the secrets of heaven but also eavesdrop on the thoughts of every powerful being in the Primordial World. The Heavenly Dao issues a decree: The Dao Ancestor must advance the calamities of heaven and earth, take disciples and preach the Dao as planned, and ultimately merge with the Dao. Hongjun smiles faintly. He knows how this goes. He just has to show up and go through the motions. But when he opens the Jade Disc of Creation to monitor the whole world, he’s completely stunned. To his horror, he discovers that every famous and powerful figure in the Primordial World is a transmigrator! And every one of them thinks they’re the only transmigrator, frantically changing their personas to avoid their fated tragedies! On Mount Sumeru in the West. The Demon Ancestor, Luo Hou, is cultivating farmland with a look of boundless compassion. His inner thoughts: “Triggering a calamity means death! As long as I focus on agriculture and don’t forge the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, that old scoundrel Hongjun can forget about stepping on me to rise to power!” At the boundary between the four seas and the continent. Zu Long, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin gather around a table, enthusiastically trading heavenly treasures. After finally muddling and scheming his way through the Dragon-Han Calamity, Hongjun looks to the future Saints, only to be even more distraught. On Mount Kunlun. Taiqing is frantically lifting weights and switching to the physics-based path of non-action. Yuanshi becomes an overprotective brother who flatly refuses to split up, while Tongtian snatches the Investiture of the Gods and volunteers to send every disciple in his sect to the Heavenly Court to take civil service jobs! On Mount Fengqi. Nüwa is furiously kneading clay, shaping birds and beasts, and even making a model of a mecha. Her inner thoughts: “Creating humans means shouldering a huge karmic burden, and then I’d have to face the tragedy of the demon race slaughtering them? Today I’ll make cats, dogs, and Gundams if I have to, but I absolutely will not make clay people!” Hongjun gazes up at the sky and lets out a long sigh, tears of anguish streaming down his face. This whole Primordial World has gone off-script. How am I supposed to merge with the Dao now?!