Chapter 608: This is his own path!

Through the boundless wind and snow, the man's footsteps finally stopped.

Jiang Feng followed Back, his steps already becoming mechanical.

He pinched his thigh hard, letting the pain pull his dazed mind back, then he lifted his head and looked ahead following the man's silhouette.

Then he froze.

Before him lay an expanse of water.

It appeared out of nowhere beyond the snow-capped mountains, as if someone had split the whole world in half—one half snow, one half water.

The black water stretched from the shore to the horizon, merging with the sky.

Jiang Feng stood on the shore, gazing at this expanse of black water, feeling only a terrifying force.

The water surface had not a ripple, smooth as a giant black mirror, reflecting the grayish sky and the snow-covered rocks along the shore.

That sense of oppression surpassed the cliff face, surpassed the blizzard.

The cliff wall is alive; it has its own will, it will reject you, it will flick you away, but it will not actively harm you. This black expanse of water, however, is different.

It is poisonous.

Not a metaphor—it truly is poisonous.

Jiang Feng stood on the shore, still more than ten zhang from the water's edge, already feeling a corrosive force emanating from the water surface, as if something diffused in the air, drilling into his nose, his throat, his lungs, burning his entire Breath passage with pain.

He instinctively stepped back, then stopped again.

At that moment, the man moved.

He took a step and set foot on the black water surface.

He did not sink.

He simply stood on the water surface, his gray robe hanging down, its hem touching the water, neither soaked nor corroded.

It felt as if an invisible force supported his soles, letting him hover motionless on the water.

The man turned around, looking at Jiang Feng on the shore.

His expression was half-smile, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, as if he had seen something amusing.

"Do you know where Here is?"

Jiang Feng simply shook his head.

"This is Weak Water."

Weak Water.

The moment these two words entered Jiang Feng's ears, he felt his scalp explode.

A chill shot from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet, colder than the cold in the blizzard, making his whole body tremble.

He had heard of Weak Water.

In Kunlun's classics……

Weak Water originates in Kunlun; it is said that Weak Water contains no living things, the river water is black, impenetrable, untouchable, extremely toxic, and contact means death.

The toxicity of Weak Water is not only in the water; it also forms an airborne toxic zone above the water, so even geese adept at flight cannot fly over.

Jiang Feng had always thought these were merely legends.

But now, he never expected that this legend would actually appear before his very eyes.

The black water, the dead calm waves, that oppressive feeling that makes one feel fear from the bones.

And that man, at this moment, is barefoot, hovering above the legendary Weak Water.

What tremendous power!

Jiang Feng watched the water beneath the man's feet, watching the black water lie as still as glass beneath his feet, not a single ripple.

Only one thought filled his mind.

Just how strong is this man?

What realm is he actually in?

He does not know.

He dare not even guess.

The man looked at Jiang Feng's astonished expression, still calm.

He waved his hand, and Lu Wu let out a howl, darting out from beside Jiang Feng's feet, its four legs stretching as it ran across the snow, kicking up a white plume of dust, then it leapt and landed at the man's feet.

It crouched on the water surface, its four short legs stepping on that invisible force, steady and tranquil, even more at ease than on land.

It flicked its tail, lifted its head to look at the man, its big golden eyes full of pride.

The man ignored it, his gaze falling on Jiang Feng.

"All right."

His tone was very flat, as if he were stating a mundane matter.

"Weak Water is the first gate for you to recover your cultivation."

He turned and walked toward the depths of the expanse.

"Cross Weak Water, and I'll wait for you on the opposite shore."

Speaking, the man strode forward. His gray robe fluttered lightly on the water, his hair streaming behind him, his steps neither fast nor slow, each step steady, as if walking on a flat, wide road.

No wind, no waves; the black water beneath his feet lay still as a carpet, supporting him step by step toward the distance.

Lu Wu followed at the man's feet, its four short legs stepping quickly, having to trot to keep up with the man's pace.

It ran a few steps, glanced back at Jiang Feng, a hint of worry in its big golden eyes, but quickly turned away, trailing behind the man as they grew farther apart.

Jiang Feng stood on the shore, watching their silhouettes shrink and blur, until they became two tiny black dots that vanished into the depths of the black expanse.

He stood alone there, Weak Water before him, wind and snow behind him.

He drew a deep breath, feeling that corrosive force again burning his lungs.

He knew how terrifying the Weak Water was.

Not even a goose feather floats; immortals and Buddhas find it hard to cross!

How could an ordinary person whose cultivation has been ruined possibly cross water that even immortals and Buddhas cannot?

But he had no choice.

That man said, this is the first gate to recovering his cultivation.

If he doesn't cross, he will forever be a cripple.

If he cannot cross, he will die in this black water.

Death, or rebirth.

There are only two paths.

Jiang Feng lifted his foot from the snowy shore and stepped onto the black water surface.

The instant his foot touched the water surface, the skin on his sole began to hiss, like a piece of meat placed on a scorching iron plate.

A piercing pain shot up from his sole, making his whole body tremble.

It wasn't a burn; it was corrosion.

The Weak Water was corroding his skin, starting from the sole and spreading upward bit by bit.

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth and pressed his whole foot into the water. Then the other foot.

His entire body sank into the Weak Water.

The next moment, he felt his body sinking uncontrollably downward.

The Weak Water had no buoyancy.

There was nothing beneath his feet to support him, as if he had stepped into a bottomless abyss; his body plummeted rapidly in the black water, surrounded by total darkness—no light, no direction, nothing visible.

He struggled to swim upward, but the Weak Water, as if alive, wrapped around his limbs, entwined his torso, and pulled him down.

Jiang Feng's skin was burning.

The poison of the Weak Water seeped from his skin into his flesh, like countless tiny knives cutting through his body.

His Half-step Martial Ancestor Golden Body, though not a true Wu Zun Golden Body, had already begun to take shape.

His skin was a hundred times tougher than an ordinary person's, his bones harder than steel, and his flesh contained abundant vitality.

That was the strongest armor he had forged in over twenty years of cultivation.

But now, that armor was being stripped away layer by layer by the Weak Water.

He could feel his Golden Body dimming.

The Weak Water was wearing him down.

Everything he had accumulated over twenty-plus years was being devoured by the Weak Water.

This was a suffering more terrifying than the Soul Melting Technique.

The Soul Melting Technique tears at his divine soul, tormenting his consciousness; when the pain reaches its extreme, a person loses consciousness, falls into a coma, and enters a self-protective state.

Jiang Feng sank in the black water, surrounded by darkness so thick it could not be dispelled.

He kept his eyes open, but saw nothing; only the corrosive pain surged from all directions, enveloping his whole body.

Jiang Feng curled his body in the darkness, enduring the Weak Water's erosion.

His skin had rotted more than halfway; those substances were also being corroded, peeling away layer by layer to reveal what lay beneath.

His Golden Body was collapsing.

Pain to the bone, pain to the soul, pain so deep his consciousness trembled.

And on the shore, in a place he could not see, the man stood there.

He had not gone far at all. He and Lu Wu stood on the water less than ten zhang from the shore, hands behind their backs, watching the struggling figure in the black water.

The black water obscured everything, but he could see it, and see it clearly.

Lu Wu crouched beside the man's feet, its golden large eyes also fixed on the water surface. It could not see as much as the man could, but it could sense Jiang Feng's pain from the tiny ripples on the water.

Its ears drooped, its tail dragged on the water surface, motionless, like a tiny sculpture.

When Jiang Feng's body began to sink deeper, Lu Wu's body tensed sharply. Its four legs straightened, as if it wanted to lunge forward.

Its mouth opened, revealing two rows of tiny teeth, ready to emit a roar that could pierce the Weak Water.

But before it could move, a hand pressed down on its head.

The man's hand.

Not large, not heavy, but pressing on Lu Wu's head, it felt as if a great mountain had been placed upon it.

Lu Wu's legs bent, its body sank, its four short legs slipped on the water surface, unable to take a step.

Lu Wu.

The man's voice was calm, without emotion, as if calling a disobedient child.

This is his own path.