The Water God stared at the little puddle before him.
It was not a creation of his Divine Might, nor was it any kind of special holy water. It was just an ordinary, slightly muddy puddle left by the rain.
Yet with a touch of Evergreen's finger, that stagnant water had come alive.
It swirled, flowed, spread, and contracted.
It had no fixed shape. Every instant brought a change, revealing endless possibilities, from rushing currents to still lakes, from mist to frost and snow.
The Water God was transfixed.
He felt his very soul trembling along with that puddle.
Change...
So this was what change truly meant!
Myriad Illusions Annihilation, the technique he had always taken such pride in, conjured countless phantoms and raised towering waves. But at its core, he was still using brute force to smash and destroy.
He had mistaken water's most violent side for the whole of it, overlooking its most fundamental and powerful nature.
It seeped through. No opening was too small.
It changed. Nothing held one form forever.
Qin Chuan had called him a hammer, and he had been damn right!
Sloth's law was absolute "Stillness," the ultimate refusal of all change.
What could come of striking a mountain made of "concept" with a hammer, except shattering the hammer itself?
Only by becoming flowing water could he spend centuries seeping in, breaking it down, and wearing away its hardest core bit by bit from within!
"Hah... hahahaha!"
He threw back his head and laughed, his voice brimming with regret, wild joy, and the delirium of someone who had narrowly escaped death!
"I'm a fool! The biggest fool alive!"
He smacked his forehead, then looked at Evergreen as though he were a Peerless treasure. "Old Xu, thanks!"
"I..." Evergreen had barely begun to offer a