"You should know exactly how much I have sacrificed for this plan."
"If you cannot recover your strength within two days—"
"I will make you bear the consequences."
Maitreya looked solemnly at the old monk and spoke each word with deliberate emphasis.
He had planned for this for a full thousand years.
With his level of caution, he judged the odds of success this time to be as high as fifty percent!
Under normal circumstances, he would never make a move on a gamble with only a fifty-percent chance of winning. The risk was too great.
But—
If he could truly devour the Buddha's flesh and energy in secret—
Fifty percent was enough to make him take a desperate gamble.
Even if it meant death.
Yet no one had expected the old monk to suffer such a mishap at such a critical moment. Only three days remained before the Third Awakening of Eternal Night ended, and they had little time left.
The old monk showed no anger at all. Instead, he took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.
This was an enormous opportunity for both Maitreya and himself. Since the problem had occurred on his end, even he could not tolerate it.
"If I absorb it at full force, one and a half days!"
In the end, the old monk gritted his teeth and gave that estimate.
If he had not failed to seize Wang Ye's body, if Wang Ye had not poisoned his body, if he had been able to find that benevolent consciousness—
He would never have ended up in such an awkward situation!
No matter what, once this was over, Wang Ye had to die!
This grudge had grown too deep!
Naturally, Wang Ye had no chance of knowing what was happening here. Otherwise, who knew what