Who knew how long had passed? Perhaps an instant, or perhaps an eternity.
Jiang Zhen's consciousness was completely immersed in that world of nothing but water.
Beneath his feet stretched a calm, boundless body of water without a ripple, reflecting the pure, flawless blue sky above.
Between heaven and earth, there was nothing but water and void. And he was the sole ruler and core of this world.
The two entirely different yet kindred streams of water.
One was dark and profound, radiating the aura of Guixu—supreme yin and cold, devouring vitality and returning all to deathly silence.
The other was clear and crystalline, radiating the vast, mighty aura of the tide—nourishing all things and brimming with the vitality of life.
Like spirit-infused dragons, they continued to circle and weave slowly around his body.
His initial attempts were clumsy and fraught with rejection.
Yin and yang, Nirvana and vitality, were like the like poles of magnets, instinctively resisting one another's approach. The slightest attempt at guidance stirred ripples of energy, causing the entire world of water to tremble faintly.
He did not forcibly suppress them. Instead, he used his powerful Spiritual Power as a guide, building upon his profound understanding of the Water Law. Like the most patient craftsman, he carefully sensed the subtle point of balance between them.
Life and death, motion and stillness, creation and destruction were not absolute opposites, but different stages of a cycle—the manifestations of the two most fundamental forces in the universe.
"Water is supremely soft, yet supremely hard; it can nourish all things, yet it can also destroy everything..."
"Tidal life is the 'life' aspect of water: movement, nourishment, cycles, and purification."
"The will of Guixu is the 'death' aspect of water: silence, devouring, termination, and annihilation."
"Yet without water, nothing can live,