Buddha Tathagata's expression was grim within the Great Thunderclap Temple, while the Bodhisattvas and Arhats below trembled in fear.
The scripture-seeking party had truly come close to being wiped out this time. No one had expected those Outer Realm Demons to be so utterly deranged that they would carry terrifying weapons themselves and attempt to perish together with Xuanzang and his disciples.
If those two dead cannon-fodder transmigrators knew, they would definitely defend themselves.
Who wanted to perish together? They had clearly been used by the people above them.
And Guanyin, the Bodhisattva in overall charge of spreading the Buddhist teachings westward, bore an inescapable responsibility as well.
Maitreya Buddha wanted to seize power while taking advantage of the situation. Cradling his severely injured young disciple, he rebuked Guanyin in the Great Thunderclap Temple's assembly hall, hoping to obtain authority over the westward journey's planning.
Yet Buddha Tathagata merely pretended to hesitate for a moment before refusing.
Although Guanyin's prestige already surpassed that of many Buddhas, she was a clever person and had never entertained the thought of threatening the position beneath Buddha Tathagata.
Maitreya Buddha, however, was different. His ambitions had always been great.
Buddha Tathagata had always been wary of certain people below him. Even when entering seclusion, he had to act cautiously and prepare several layers of contingencies before he could feel somewhat at ease.
Xiao Zhen, cultivating at Heavenly Lake, opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. A year had already passed. Relying on the abundant silverware here, he had continuously tempered his foundations, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.
There was still some way to go before he could break through to the late stage. Checking on the progress of Xuanzang's incarnation,