But that was all. A mere martial art embodying the intent of Weak Water only added a little to Meng Zhao's martial foundation; it was far from a heaven-and-earth-upturning, rebirth-and-transformation change. After all, he had mastered many divine arts with lofty concepts, and more than one surpassed Weak Water.
The reason Meng Zhao wanted to gain an initial grasp of this Weak Water martial path was simply to see whether it could increase his resistance to Weak Water, allowing him to tap its potential to the fullest. Refining treasures was one aspect; using this Weak Water in the future to strengthen the foundation of the forces under his command was another.
He even conceived of using Weak Water as the core to train an army centered around a grand Weak Water formation. Once their battle formation was assembled, it could transform into boundless Weak Water and contend for dominion over the world with the force to sweep across all under heaven and drown the Divine Land.
And this was not some unattainable dream. With Meng Zhao's martial cultivation, wisdom, the mysterious wonders of the Heaven-Illuminating Divine Mirror, and these precious Essences of Weak Water as references, there was a certain possibility of success.
In a short time, the river of Weak Water floating and coiling around Meng Zhao grew ever more immense. Surging water vapor billowed outward in waves, resonating with the Weak Water Abyss beneath him.
With every breath Meng Zhao took, the river of Weak Water winding at his side rose and fell. Likewise, the originally still Weak Water Abyss was influenced and swept along by a strange force, beginning to erupt with a deep and distant power that sent wave after wave crashing against the earthen mound.
The black Weak Water fell upon the mound and instantly