“Weak Water…” Margaret gazed at the serene blue lake before her — so calm that even the light itself seemed to be faintly swallowed by it. She could sense the strange, profound laws flowing within, and her brows knitted together in unease. Feathers cannot float, birds cannot cross — that was no exaggeration. Though she was no weakling, maintaining a protective barrier long enough to traverse such waters would likely exceed her limits. Dustin walked to the water’s edge and crouched down. At his fingertip gathered a wisp of pure, refined Xuanqing true energy, which he slowly extended into the lake. The moment it touched the surface, no ripples appeared. Instead, it felt as though his energy had entered a viscous, gel-like substance, struggling to move forward. A strange, corrosive force began to erode that wisp of energy at an alarming speed. “There’s no mistake,” Dustin murmured calmly. “This water carries the laws of dissolution and descent — a force that devours all. Ordina...