The sudden turn of events made Xuan Xing, who had been about to strike, freeze.
Before he could figure out what had happened, an azure ripple-like mark emerged between Mu Yong's brows.
Divine light flowed through his eyes, divine patterns flickering in and out of view.
Gurgle, gurgle~
The instant their gazes met, a strange sound rang beside his ears, and a babbling brook seemed to appear before his eyes.
In his daze, Xuan Xing even felt that he had become a droplet within that stream, flowing downstream alongside the waters around him.
After passing through a thousand mountains, branch after branch converged from every direction.
The stream, once narrow enough to step across, had now become a surging, roaring river a hundred feet wide, vast and mighty.
He, too, became an insignificant splash among its countless waves.
A single cresting wave struck, mercilessly flinging him onto the bank. Under the scorching sun, he turned into a wisp of vapor and rose into the high heavens.
After an unknown length of time, amid a torrential downpour, he became a pool of stagnant water in the mountains...
Streams, vast marshes, lakes, and rivers.
Frost, driving rain, or a wisp of mist between heaven and earth.
Form after form, cycle after cycle—he experienced every journey and every shape a single droplet of water could take.
After who knew how many such cycles, he finally followed a great river into a boundless ocean.
Countless acres of emerald waves shimmered beneath the sunlight.
As a single droplet amid the endless seawater, he drifted along with the currents, yet instinctively looked toward the depths beneath the sea...
Vaguely, he seemed to see an azure ripple-like mark. The boundless ocean itself had become an unimaginably enormous eye, calmly and indifferently gazing upon him—
Water-Ordering Emperor!
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