No problem.
Thinking this way, Chen Wanhong also splashed around in this Washing Pool for a long time, until his physical body underwent a cleansing comparable to that of an ordinary person. Then he emerged from the pool and pursued the small path that appeared behind it.
Beyond the Washing Pool lay the Weak Water Celestial River.
When Chen Wanhong reached this place, the figures of Chen Zhixing and Wang Chuan were already nowhere to be seen. Before him was a three-hundred-mile expanse of the Weak Water Riverbank, which was not the calm and tranquil flow he had imagined, but a torrent of surging waves like a celestial floodgate.
"If it were an ordinary person who had their physical body and mana washed away, how could they possibly cross these three hundred miles of Weak Water?"
Chen Wanhua wiped his face in front of the riverbank, then tried to use mana to fly over the river.
The next second.
Plop.
Just as he reached the river's edge, Chen Wanhong fell into the water again.
