Maitreya Buddha, with the Calamity Book of the Westward Pilgrims in hand, quietly flipped through the pages, each and every trial was reflected in Maitreya Buddha's gaze.
Soon, his gaze settled on the last trial.
The thirty-second calamity: the ordeal of Qiongqi.
"Eighty-one trials, and we're only on the thirty-second? It seems that careful planning is indeed necessary!" Maitreya Buddha's eyes twinkled several times, and he murmured softly.
In the midst of speaking, his gaze drifted off into the distance, as if crossing the bounds of time and space.
"Xuanzang, as a man of destiny, has a cultivation level that's nearing the Taiyi Realm, and the cultivation levels of Sun Wukong and the others are not weak either. The thirty-first calamity was the Drought Fiend Calamity, from which one can see that even usual opponents in the Taiyi Realm may not pose a threat to them any longer, can they?" Maitreya Buddha calculated softly, and then the corners of his mouth rose slightly.