Time and the world changed at a tremendous pace, and neither would bend to anyone's will. See? Just as a certain irresponsible little girl left the world of the last witch hunter once again, ready to go have fun in a new world, certain changes were quietly taking place...
Because, well, no one knew why. Maybe it was the will of the worlds themselves at work? Maybe it was because every world Annie visited bore her mark? Or perhaps her immense power had unknowingly affected one world after another, causing them to evolve in the directions they believed would benefit them?
Anyway,
certain changes were happening quietly. Whether a certain little girl noticed or not, whether she meant to cause them or not, they were suddenly taking place in the worlds she had "favored," making worlds that had once been unrelated grow incredibly close to one another.
For example:
At that moment, on a neon-lit street in New York, in a certain world, a bald man in a gray robe—the handsome fellow with a wickedly charming air—stood by the roadside alongside a strapping, heroic-looking man dressed in a fine suit. The man wore a crescent-shaped Golden Fillet on his head, and his hair was tied in a topknot. Together, they watched the wondrous vehicles coming and going and gazed at the dazzling world around them, sighing with emotion.
"Amitabha Buddha..."
"Wukong..."
"Tell me, was it really a mistake for your master to take you three and a donkey to the Western Heaven to seek the scriptures all those years ago? Otherwise, why would Heaven suddenly decree and impose a punishment, leaving us master and disciples stranded in this world of a thousand years later, where all manner of demons and monsters run rampant, and all sorts of specters lurk?"
"Amitabha