The Polluted Dragon Vein
—Third Fist: Beginning of Namelessness.
The Great Dao had no name, a primal whole without distinction. The Great Dao had no name. The true meaning of the Dao transcended the distinctions of names, transcended language. What was nameless could not be spoken of, nor could its name be uttered.
This was the third fist Yan Xilai had comprehended.
A fierce momentum erupted.
Yet once this momentum was unleashed, it became extraordinarily enduring, as though it could exert its influence for a thousand years, ten thousand years.
In that instant, He Ping also sensed the grandeur of the Source of Heavenly Dao—stretching across antiquity and the present, passed down through endless ages, deeply engraved into time and space.
This fist was the lifelong insight of Yan Xilai, the "Marquis Tayan." Within it was condensed an understanding of the true face of the Great Dao's origin. In that instant, Yan Xilai's divine intent nearly merged with the source of the Dao that existed in the unseen depths. His entire bearing stood apart from all else, roaming alongside the Dao.
This fist had already pierced through the mysteries between man and heaven. Its realm was so lofty it defied imagination. His fist was like the chaos of ten thousand ages, evolving every phenomenon under heaven.
"No wonder the Emperor You judged him to possess an innate Dao body and an exceedingly deep insight into the domain of Dao arts. Only, constrained by his own fate, he finds it difficult to break into the ranks of immortals and gods."
He Ping carefully recalled the three fists. The first, "Without Bounds, Without Rules," followed the heart's every desire, perfectly natural and seamless.
Yan Xilai had laid his foundation with the human immortal martial path's Six Harmonies Heavenly Book. His fist techniques