Qin Yang plunged into the Weak Water, feeling his body begin to corrode as he sank without end, as though he would sink here forever, until everything he was dissolved into the Weak Water.
Qin Yang did not resist. He simply drifted with the current, first adapting himself to everything about the Weak Water.
The great river here possessed far greater power than the Helpless River he had encountered before. Even if their natures were similar, at most it could keep him from being dissolved into the Weak Water. Forcing himself to adapt through passive resistance would still take time.
Qin Yang drifted with his eyes closed. Outside this vast, sprawling water network, Shura watched a Silver River ten thousand miles wide come roaring toward him. His scalp went numb, and he swiftly retreated, terrified of being swept inside.
Then he recalled how Qin Yang had spread his arms and dived right in. Shura felt that his somewhat unreliable Third Uncle-Master might not have been all talk after all.
Third Uncle-Master could not possibly have gone in to kill himself, right?
Standing outside the water network, Shura weighed it over and over, yet still did not dare charge in.
He lacked the speed to slip through the gaps in the network. He also lacked the strength to follow the Weak Water Vein through the river and circle around. He knew full well that he could never withstand such an enormous Weak Water Vein.
In the end, he could only wait obediently outside. If too much time passed, he would listen to his Third Uncle-Master and go find his master himself.
Within the Weak Water River, Qin Yang, whose body had been corroded beyond recognition, slowly recovered. Adapting to it proved far easier than he had imagined.
This time, there was