After confirming that the book held no other value, Maitreya turned and left.
This was actually the norm in the Wasteland. Many places looked full of opportunities, but after exhausting every ounce of effort to force your way in and reaching the final round, you discovered that the championship prize was merely "Try Again."
Yet some places were unremarkable, even free of danger. You pushed open a door, and a mountain of gold was waiting for you.
That was the Wasteland's unique charm.
Before the prize was truly revealed, no one knew what was inside.
Even Wang Ye had wasted far too much time on such matters. Coming up empty was commonplace.
Besides, this place already counted as a treasure trove. At the very least, if properly used, that bowl of sarira powder could still cultivate several experts.
Watching Maitreya's gradually receding figure, Wang Ye smiled. "What exactly did this kid discover?"
As he spoke, Wang Ye waved his hand.
A layer of psychic energy clinging to the surrounding walls gathered together, replaying Maitreya's every movement like surveillance footage, including the paintings on the walls.
"This painting..."
"Is it a scene of the Buddha preaching?"
"It looks somewhat familiar."
Behind the Buddha in the mural stood a mountain, towering and majestic. Though only one corner of it was shown in the painting, it had already displayed its unique grandeur.
Wang Ye sank into thought, continuously searching through the fragments of memory in his mind. In the end, he let out a long breath.
"So it was this place. No wonder."
"Perhaps the Buddha's true body is hidden here. That's possible too."
"It seems I might run into Maitreya again after some time. Fate really did bring us together."
With a sigh, Wang Ye slowly put away the sarira powder.
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