But at this moment, Wang Ye did not even have the energy to curse.
Under the infusion of such immense vitality and blood energy, Wang Ye began to circulate and absorb it frantically.
Even his face flushed crimson from the surging blood energy.
"Fuck, fuck."
"Slow down, slow the fuck down."
"I-I'm going to explode!"
Wang Ye spoke through gritted teeth.
But the three pages of paper seemed not to hear him at all and continued to spread on their own.
In the end, Wang Ye completely closed his eyes, his body enveloped in blood energy. Even from afar, one could hear the blood rushing through his body like a roaring river.
Three days later.
The previously gloomy sky was suddenly pierced by a beam of energy that shot into the clouds, scattering the overcast sky.
Then—
A towering black figure appeared in midair.
Its immense body was clearly visible even from a thousand miles away.
The black figure slowly lowered its head and looked at Wang Ye, who sat cross-legged below with his eyes still tightly shut. A trace of complicated emotion filled its gaze. Finally, it sighed softly and slowly extended a finger toward Wang Ye.
Immediately afterward, a strand of spiritual power suddenly burst from Wang Ye's back, forming the humanoid silhouette of a bald man in midair. It was Maitreya.
But Maitreya's eyes were filled with confusion. He instinctively looked up, but before he could see anything clearly, he was completely obliterated in the void.
On a plain.
Maitreya, who had been moving forward without pause, suddenly stopped. Turning to look in one direction, he seemed slightly distracted. "Has Benefactor Wang discovered the mark this poor monk left behind so quickly?"
"But... it no longer matters."
Muttering to himself, Maitreya once again sped off in