Falling into the Weak Water, even a powerhouse of the Dharma Body Realm has only one path: death. Now that Zheng Ming has no breath, this means that Zheng Ming cannot survive long within the Three Thousand Weak Water Array.
Everything he had pursued, all within reach, he believed his father would greatly appreciate his actions, and he would certainly be above many of his brothers.
Compared to Jiang Zongheng's pride, most of those who intercepted Zheng Ming felt a sense of ease mixed with a hint of pity in their eyes.
"Such a heroic figure should not be silently buried here!" This thought was nearly everyone's mindset.
The waves churned almost earth-shatteringly, but Zheng Ming, sitting cross-legged, seemed to feel nothing at all.
With the addition of another half bowl of Weak Water, the True Yuan within Zheng Ming's body became even more solidified, and the Ten-thousand-fathoms Divine Sea even showed signs of crystallization.