Wasteland.
Beneath the Heavenly Court projection, the earth suddenly began to churn, and an ancient building rose abruptly from underground.
Then the building's doors opened.
"Have I awakened?"
The person inside seemed somewhat bewildered as he walked out of the building.
Dressed in a bright red robe that looked especially festive, he glanced at his surroundings and frowned slightly. "Why is the energy between heaven and earth so mixed and impure?"
"This Immortal has slept for a thousand years. I wonder what the mortal world has become."
"I should find some humans to build a palace for me first."
Muttering to himself, the man rose into the air and drifted away, leaving only his final words echoing endlessly through the void.
"To be able to build a palace for This Immortal is truly an immense honor."
"Judging by the date, that place should be opening soon."
"That bald Maitreya probably still hasn't guessed that my strength has improved again. When I see him this time, I'll smash that shiny bald head of his!"
Wang Ye clenched his fist, practically itching for a fight.
He felt thoroughly refreshed inside.
Just moments ago, he had successfully entered the highest level of the Buddha Realm. It could be said that he was only separated from the Six Imperials by a single barrier. Though that barrier was somewhat thick, if he were being just a little humble, it wouldn't be excessive to call himself the strongest beneath the Six Imperials, right?
As he thought about it, Wang Ye's smile widened.
Sure enough...
Strength was what mattered most. Wasn't Maitreya supposed to be good at scheming?
If that guy dared to keep blabbering in front of him this time, Wang Ye would show him what fists the size of sandbags meant!
Wang Ye suddenly