Tang Sanzang

Three Kingdoms, the Two Jin dynasties, the Northern and Southern dynasties, the Sui dynasty...

The wheels of history clattered through the mortal world, emperors, kings, generals, and ministers taking the stage one after another as the last finished his song. Lively didn't even begin to cover it.

Over those long several centuries, the transmigrators scattered across the land were unexpectedly well-behaved.

Mainly because their predecessors' "glorious deeds" had scared them senseless.

"The three iron laws of transmigrators: One, don't touch the main thread of history. Two, don't provoke the gods and Buddhas filling the heavens. Three... if you absolutely must court death, please refer to the first two."

So spoke a certain member of the Transmigrator Association who wished to remain anonymous.

Most of them chose to keep their heads down and develop quietly.

They would wrangle themselves some official status, make a few little inventions to improve people's livelihoods, or simply retreat into the mountains and cultivate in secret. Their days were, all things considered, rather comfortable.

After all, in a world where Sun Wukong truly existed and Taishang Laojun flew all over the skies, trying to pull a "are kings, lords, generals, and ministers born with noble seed?"...

No matter how you looked at it, it was the Birthday Star hanging himself, sick of living too long.

In the blink of an eye, time reached the Zhenguan era of the Great Tang.

Chang'an City, at the site of the Water and Land Dharma Assembly, was packed with voices, Buddhist chants curling through the air.

Tang Xuanzang was still called Chen Yi at this point, but his Dharma name, Xuanzang, had already resounded throughout the capital.

He sat upright on the high platform, lotus blossoms spilling from his tongue as he explained the Sutra of Rebirth and Deliverance, the