In the span of a thought, Lu Xuan returned to the Late Eastern Han Dynasty, appearing once more on the desolate mountain.
The moment he appeared, he saw the mother and daughter, Ao Xianzhi and Zhang Buyi, prostrate themselves, weeping with overwhelming joy.
"Senior!"
Cao Mengde and the others were utterly dumbfounded, with no idea what had just occurred. Only Zhuge Kongming, Lu Nian, and Zhang Jiao had an inkling, realizing with a faint sense of dread that history itself had been altered.
'This old Daoist... he left and returned in the blink of an eye, and in that instant, the past was rewritten. Everything has changed!'
The expressions on the faces of the Immortal Mother and the Innocent Ancient Buddha were grim. The former forced a smile.
"Are you satisfied now, Fellow Daoist?"
"Not enough. Far from it," Lu Xuan said faintly. He gave a cold snort and once again stepped back into the River of Time, this time traveling a thousand years into the past.
