As time passed, a spatial rift gradually appeared at the center of Xingfu Residential Area, though the passage within was still somewhat unstable.
Wang Ye looked at the passage and hesitated for a moment.
"Playing games with that bastard Maitreya is one thing, but racing against time feels more reliable."
Muttering to himself, Wang Ye took a deep breath. A layer of energy covered his body as he plunged inside.
He allowed the violent energy within to carve into his body.
Somewhere in the Wasteland.
Looking at the spatial rift before him, Maitreya barely hesitated before charging in while the passage was still unstable.
He had a feeling that he would probably see Wang Ye again this time.
There was no helping it. They ran into each other every time. If they truly did not meet this time, it would feel strange instead.
The two of them were in separate realms, yet they once again reached an unspoken understanding.
Inside the pitch-black passage, Wang Ye saw the light ahead and breathed a sigh of relief. He sped up and rushed out. By then, his skin had been sliced open with countless tiny wounds, but his powerful healing ability quickly erased them.
Then—
Almost at the same moment, a bald head appeared opposite him.
They stood less than a meter apart, staring at each other.
Then—
"Maitreya, you bald old bastard!"
Wang Ye wore an expression that said he had expected this. He drew his blade and slashed.
Unlike the previous two times, Maitreya showed no surprise. He merely sighed softly and drifted backward, saying in a low voice, "Benefactor Wang, the karmic bond between us truly cannot be explained."
"But this time, this humble monk really brought nothing with him."
As he spoke, Maitreya deliberately raised his hands,