Three Thousand Weak Waters, Will You Cross?

Rumble! Rumble! The thunderous booms rolled on.

The river surged endlessly, day and night.

Mist billowed and drifted toward Wang Xian, who stood by the river.

He opened his eyes. Beneath his feet lay a lotus, white as jade.

The lotus quietly breathed out its fragrance, without a speck of dust upon it, as if it were a green lotus from the ninth heaven.

He took a deep breath, calming his mind as he carefully sensed the mysteries of the Weak Water. Had he taken a step forward?

Or had he taken that step, only to retreat again?

Was this already accomplished?

Or not yet accomplished?

Looking down at the streak of blood on his thumb, he thought to himself that what he had experienced beside the Divine River had not been a dream.

The immortal maiden from Shenzhou, Yang Tianhong—who exactly were you?

He had only just settled his karmic debt with Dragon Valley. Yet on this journey, he had somehow become entangled in an unending feud with two unknown old devils—and their descendants?

He did not even know which great sect those two men had once founded. And who was that fat man who had attacked him?

Sure enough, wherever he went, he could never find peace.

Could it really be as Yang Tianhong had said?

If he refined the water of the Divine River, would he become intolerable to heaven and earth, hunted by every great sect under heaven?

The river surged on. No one answered the questions in his heart.

Just as he wondered whether he should take a step forward, a long, quiet sigh suddenly sounded behind him.

"You've been standing here all day. Are you afraid of dying and too scared to step forward, or do you simply not believe a miracle of lotuses