Where the vast Heavenly Wind passed, the Sea of Bitterness churned into the Mortal World.
The Dharma Stele stood stark upon the high cliff, like a sword cleaving open the vault of heaven; yet it could also lie across in accordance with the law, punishing and intimidating the human realm.
The thirteen-character true mantra of the Legalist School had rung out in ritual tones for tens of thousands of years.
And the Three Punishments Palace often took the Dharma Stele as its "ceremonial gate."
Go out, and it was the world. Enter, and it was the palace of law.
Gongsun Buhai carried the Thorn Basket on his back as he walked the mountain steps, returning empty-handed.
Beside this Legalist ceremonial gate, he encountered Wu Bingyi, who was just about to head out—
The disturbance over at Fallen Immortal Forest was growing ever greater. Jiang Wang's step of making all his aspects into "self" and returning all realms to "truth" surpassed even proving the Dao through force, directly shaking the heavens. At the Dao Derivation age of twenty-nine, he had once again made cultivation history, breaking through the unseen barrier.
Old understandings were shattered again and again.
That Transcendence existence called the Nameless One could no longer hide himself away.
In fact, from the very moment He entered people's sight, fought Huang Weizhen, and came to be referred to as the "Nameless One," He was no longer nameless!
In a sense, "Nameless One" was precisely His name. People could now speak of Him—and increasingly did so. Every discussion was another stroke in outlining Him. The process was like stripping scales and plucking feathers away; inevitably, His contours would become clear.
The great battle between the Nameless One and Huang Weizhen during this period merely kept stretching time and space, delaying that