Chen Xuanji transmigrated to the Primordial World, becoming a purple bamboo stalk on Kunlun Mountain.
Just as the Three Pure Ones were opening their mountain to take in disciples, he passed their trial and became a disciple of Sect Master Tongtian of Shangqing, the foremost disciple of the third generation of the Xuanmen.
Thinking of how, during the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, the three sects of Chan, Jie, and the West would join forces against the Jie Sect, Chen Xuanji felt a chill run down his back. He cultivated diligently, not daring to slack off for even a moment. Step by step, he helped his master organize the Jie Sect, protect his fellow disciples, befriend humanity, and stabilize its destiny. Without realizing it, he changed the course of the Primordial World.
Tongtian: “My disciple Xuanji has the makings of a Saint!”
Daoist Duobao: “The eldest senior brother is a hundred times more gifted than I am. With him here, the Jie Sect will surely remain safe and sound.”
Yuanshi: “With Chen Xuanji in the Jie Sect, when will my Chan Sect Disciples ever get their chance to shine?”
Nuwa: “Chen Xuanji has the bearing of a sage. He could serve as humanity’s Sacred Teacher and guide mankind.”
Zhunti: “With Chen Xuanji in the East, when will the Western Teachings ever flourish?”
