If Maitreya had heard this "Song of Maitreya" composed especially for him, he really would have cracked.
But he was trapped inside the black box now and had failed to break through its defenses.
That made Maitreya start to panic.
"What on earth is this thing?"
"There's something in this world that can trap me so easily? Even if I'm only a remnant soul?"
Back when Shakyamuni had sealed him, he had drawn on all of Spirit Mountain's reserves, nearly letting Great Yu's iron cavalry overrun Spirit Mountain in the process.
Although he was only a wisp of remnant soul now, precisely because of that, his remnant soul could theoretically even traverse the void, coming and going more freely than a physical body.
Anything capable of sealing his remnant soul had to be a top-tier Immortal Artifact at the very least, and it also needed extraordinary abilities specifically effective against souls.
Even the Kuang Furnace didn't make the cut.
"What secrets does this brat have? Could he be Shakyamuni reincarnated?"
The moment the thought occurred to Maitreya, he rejected it himself. "Impossible. Shakyamuni only wanted me as his little brother, not his son.
"That's the wrong generation.
"I've only just come out into the world. Why is everyone I meet a freak even I can't handle?"
After spending a thousand years as a shut-in, he had immediately been thrown into one high-level match after another. Even the ever-confident Maitreya felt a rare flicker of apprehension.
Technically speaking, he hadn't won even once since breaking free of his seal.
His record had never been this miserable, not in ancient times or even in the distant past.
"Have my abilities declined? Or have people nowadays improved?"
Of course Maitreya believed luck played a part, but while one or two losses could be