Looking into Great Emperor of the North Pole's eyes, Wang Ye understood.
Depressed, Wang Ye set down his teacup. He simply sat there and stopped worrying about anything.
Those two monsters, Lu Qing and Zhao Hai, could not possibly have failed to anticipate Great Emperor of the North Pole's potential reaction. Even if they had somehow overlooked it, once he had not shown himself for a while, they would react immediately.
By then, they should... probably definitely come save him... right?
By the end, even Wang Ye felt a little guilty.
A fragment of the underworld.
The sea of blood had run dry, leaving only mutilated corpses scattered across the ground.
The Buddha held a relic filled with bloodwater in his hand, floating in midair. Looking at the densely packed rotting corpses below, he said, "Maitreya. You madman."
"Why did I believe you back then?"
As he spoke, the Buddha chuckled and shook his head. Then he spoke again, but this time his voice boomed like thunder, echoing without end. "If you do not return now, when will you?"
As his words fell, a crack suddenly burst open in the Buddha's right arm.
A crystalline relic floated out from his body and hung in midair, radiating a faint glow.
Then, the Buddha took out some bloodwater and gently poured it over the relic. A lotus pattern appeared behind him again, stirring the seemingly chaotic sword marks across the ground of this world.
Very quickly, those disorderly sword marks continued spreading, eventually forming a complex formation.
At the center of the formation lay a Buddha corpse. Even after a thousand years, it had not decayed.
Judging by the state of this place, this Buddha had likely been fighting fiercely when a far more powerful force killed him instantly, leaving his