"Featheredge Deep…" Grace murmured, staring at the deceptively calm blue waters before her.

Even light seemed faintly swallowed by its depths. She could sense the strange law-based power lurking within and frowned.

The saying that feathers wouldn't float and birds couldn't fly was no exaggeration. Though her cultivation was strong, she doubted she could make a path on such uncanny waters for long.

Dustin crouched at the edge. He gathered a strand of mystical pure energy at his fingertip and slowly dipped it into the water.

His energy entered without stirring a single ripple. Instead, it sank into what felt like thick gel, each inch of progress growing harder. An invisible, erosive force rapidly ate away at that strand of energy.

"It does contain unique laws of sinking and dissolution," he said impassively, withdrawing his finger.

"Ordinary lightfoot techniques are useless here," he continued. "You'd need to form an isolation barrier with your own spiritual energy, or… Use a spe