Maitreya gazed quietly toward the East, his eyes seemingly flickering through countless fragments.
These were fragments of time, telling stories of the past.
He was using Great Divine Power to probe the secrets behind, this loss of face had made him take notice of this miraculous land.
Yet, everything from the past seemed obscured by a layer of fog, not even Maitreya could easily glimpse the scenes of this land's past.
"Buddha, this…" various Buddhas softly inquired.
In this situation, they did not know what to do, knowing that Maitreya as a Buddha, was naturally among the foremost in strength. Even with his means to peer into the past, he could not clearly see it, this was unprecedented.
And this further indicated that someone was deliberately concealing some events that had occurred on this land. If the Buddhist Sect couldn't grasp it, they might suffer a great loss in the future.
"It matters not!" Maitreya gently said.