Jiang Yang gazed at the waters converging and surging wildly in every direction, and asked in surprise:
"Is this the Heli Heavenly Abyss?"
The records of Rain Xiang Mountain had mentioned this place more than once. It was said to be where the ancient Mysterious Serpent had perished, and this abyss-like sea vortex had formed from its dead body.
"Indeed."
With his hands behind his back, Xuan Di replied:
"This place is bound up with the Mysterious Serpent's death and the rise and fall of weak water. The waterways of the world converge here. The Jin River, one of the two oldest waterways on land, ultimately flows into this Heavenly Abyss."
With that, he suddenly used Harvest on his divine powers. Suspended in midair, Jiang Yang abruptly plunged downward and instinctively tried to summon a magic wind to steady himself.
But at that moment, a strange pull emanated from the Heavenly Abyss. No matter how Jiang Yang stirred his true essence, he could not stop himself from falling into its depths.
Only then did Xuan Di reach out and draw Jiang Yang back, saying:
"Feather Sinks into the Abyss—its strength cannot support even a mustard seed. This is the defining trait of my path of 'weak water': nothing floats. Since this Heavenly Abyss formed from the fall of a Demon Saint, anyone below the Purple Mansion realm, lacking divine powers, cannot even ride the wind to fly here."
"That is why you see neither flying birds nor swimming fish for a thousand li around, let alone any sign of human habitation..."
After all, this was where the ancient master of "weak water," a wielder of great divine powers, had fallen. Its wondrous properties needed no further explanation.
Jiang Yang steadied himself upon Xuan Di's divine powers. Looking down again, he