Water had no fixed form, nor any fixed nature (second update, please vote with monthly tickets)

"All conditioned things are impermanent; all dharmas are without self-"

True Lord Xuanjin murmured, a flicker of understanding and deep wariness crossing his eyes. "This old monk actually walks the path of extinction, withering, and flourishing, using the intent of withered silence to turn all dharmas into emptiness-no wonder, no wonder he could dissolve the Purple Firmament Divine Lightning. Fierce as that lightning is, it is still 'being,' still 'movement,' still 'generation'-before his Great Dao of withered silence, all can return to empty stillness-this is serious trouble."

High in the sky, Canglan True Person watched the Myriad Water Beasts he had formed melt away like ice and snow. His face showed little surprise or dejection; instead, an even deeper light seemed to flow within his murky eyes.

"What a fine 'all forms are empty.'"

Canglan True Person spoke slowly. His voice remained calm, yet seemed to carry a strange rhythm that resonated with the deep lake of profound origin heavy water below.

"Yet water has no fixed form, nor any fixed nature."

"Zen Master, you can dissolve the form of my water, but can you dissolve this-"

Before he finished speaking, he joined two fingers of his right hand into a sword and lightly flicked them upward toward the deep lake of profound origin heavy water below.

"-intent within the water?"

As his sword fingers rose, the still, deep-blue lake suddenly churned violently!

This time, however, what surged up was neither tangible water nor any enormous water beast.

Instead, it rose in wisps, threads, and swathes-colorless, formless, and insubstantial, yet seemingly containing fluctuations of "intent" embodying the greatest softness, resilience, mutability, and constancy between heaven and earth!

They rose from the lake and spread throughout heaven and earth.

They no longer carried the previous fury of wind and rain, nor