When the young man saw Xiang Yuan within the upstream-flowing river of time, he merely frowned slightly at first. Then realization dawned on him, and with delight on his face, he reached out to seize Xiang Yuan.
Damn it, don't do anything reckless!
Seeing the young man's hand reach toward him, seeming slow yet swift, Xiang Yuan instinctively twisted aside to evade it. With a flicker, he plunged deep into the upstream-flowing river of time.
The young man's identity was now self-evident.
Numinous Treasure Heavenly Worthy.
Or rather, the Heaven-Piercing Cult Master.
The Three Pure Ones took the forms of an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man respectively. Venerable Lord of Morality was an elder with white beard and hair, Primeval Heavenly Venerable was a dignified middle-aged man, and Numinous Treasure Heavenly Worthy...
As it now appeared, he was a young man who flipped the table whenever he lost a fight.
As for why he later appeared as Old Daoist Quexin, perhaps he felt he did not look mature enough. Add a few traces of time, and he would seem more mature.
Yet it was utterly useless. He was still a witless fool.
When Queen Mother of the West explained that the river of time was divided into truth and falsehood, and that no one knew how the three thousand worlds had come to be, Xiang Yuan thought of the Light of Chaos, which could heavily wound or even destroy the Origin of the Heavenly Dao, and a vague guess formed in his mind.
The facts proved that he had guessed correctly.
At the very beginning, the three thousand worlds had been one complete world. Even in the middle to late stages of Version 1.0, after the Three Pure Ones and the Heavenly Emperor had tossed the