The thunder ceased, the clouds dispersed, and the wind and rain subsided.
Zheng Zetian collapsed in the giant crater created by the thunder fire.
The move he just performed had exhausted all his strength, pouring all his energy into it, and melted his meridians and skin. His entire body was burned like a piece of firewood charcoal.
Whether true or false, every bit of his primal spirit was burned away, leaving nothing behind.
Now he hasn't completely disintegrated or reincarnated; he still maintains conscious awareness, enduring the agony of being half-dead. It's purely because there are people still alive.
Nearby, disciples from Mo Zhu Mountain are reciting the Taishu Sutra, continuously channeling vital energy to keep him alive. That's the only reason Zheng Zetian is holding on and not dead.
But it's of no use anymore.
Lost.
The struggle against destiny; even a slight miss would be catastrophic.
