Saints Preached the Dao Without Passing It to the Six-Eared Macaque, Were Personally Summoned by Hongjun, and My Transmigrator Identity Was Exposed?

Deep within Buzhou Mountain...

At Nuwa's dojo...

Chen Xuan held pieces of white jade and casually carved out a set of Mahjong tiles, chess, Go, and even a deck of cards—various forms of entertainment...

"Haha... Entertainment in the Primordial World has to be developed too. What does it matter that the general trend cannot be reversed while minor trends can? All conflicts come from having nothing to do and no pursuits. Without me, Chen Xuan, entertainment in the Primordial World would be like an eternal night..."

Chen Xuan was smugly pleased. After making all the toys, he was just about to head to the Witch Tribe. The Witch Tribe was full of rough brutes who started fighting at the drop of a hat, so they absolutely needed some entertainment.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, a hand came through the void and seized him directly, carrying him beyond the Ninth Heaven and into the endless void. It crossed an unknown number of dimensional barriers before he landed in a strange place with a single flash.

A group of people looked at him...

Where am I?

What is this place?

Chen Xuan looked around gravely, only to see the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Houtu, Wangshu, Ancestor Hong Yun, Daoist Randeng, and the others...

"Everyone... what is going on?" Chen Xuan asked cautiously. Although he was absolutely certain in his heart, he did not dare admit it.

"Little friend..."

A dignified voice rang out, shaking the eight directions. Everyone trembled at the spiritual resonance. It belonged to an old man with completely white hair and beard, whose body radiated an enduring Daoist aura. He looked at Chen Xuan with a kindly smile.

"You're Dao Ancestor Hongjun? Do I know you?" Chen Xuan's scalp went numb. Could my transmigrator identity already have been exposed?

This was serious...