Jiang Xueyao woke from deep meditation.
But the moment she opened her eyes, she sensed something was wrong.
She was at home.
In her own bedroom, no less.
Strange.
She had clearly been at Luofu, studying the Imago Art she had just acquired.
How had one meditation session brought her home?
Knock, knock, knock—
"Come in," Jiang Xueyao said.
"Daughter, it's arranged," Father Jiang said.
"What is?" Jiang Xueyao asked, keeping her composure.
"Didn't I tell you? You're going to attend high school in North River and experience an ordinary student's life. I still think you should experience living among others," Father Jiang said.
Jiang Xueyao fell silent, then suddenly picked up the phone on her desk and checked it.
...Two years ago.
How had she gone back two years?
"All right. I'll go to high school," Jiang Xueyao said calmly.
"That's the spirit. Give it a try first. If you truly can't adjust, come home and study. Several Attendants can teach you Daoist Arts."
With that, Father Jiang turned and left.
As soon as he was gone, lines of large characters condensed from the glow of the Five Elements appeared in the Void before Jiang Xueyao:
"The war between the Human Race and the Demonic Beasts from the Outer Heavens is imminent."
"The Universe's Little Tyrant, the Crown-Bearer everyone loves, the daddy of all advertisements, and the greatest Blood Saint in the Ninefold Nether has sent you back two years."
"You have two years to devote yourself to cultivation."
"Do your best!"
"—Do not change a single thing that happened during these two years. Otherwise, you will immediately return to two years from now, at the moment the Demonic Beasts from the Outer Heavens invade!"
The characters lingered for a long time before slowly fading.
As Jiang Xueyao read