Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques

Chapter 465 - 458: Handover

"I am honored that we share the same conviction."

"We were both born ordinary, yet we refused to remain so. We both want to change this era, to change this world."

"It’s not just us. All who walk this path are chasing that seemingly untouchable, supreme star, each in their own way."

"Whether strong or weak, when these wills converge, humanity becomes capable of anything."

"And this... this is the Martial Dao we seek!"

Zhou Yuanjue watched the towering figure, a smile touching his own lips.

A vast will coalesced around him. At this moment, their two wills intertwined, creating the most profound resonance.

They existed in different eras, but they shared the same will.

They always believed humanity could shatter all shackles on its own, that with the finite, they could reach the infinite.

And they acted on this belief, searching for a way to change the world.

Thus, a thousand years ago, the Donghua Martial Dao was born.

And a thousand years later, the Instinct Theory came into being.

If anyone in this world could truly understand Zhou Yuanjue, it was likely this old Daoist before him, whom he had only met once. No one else could even come close.

At this very moment, the intertwining of their wills surpassed all worldly love, kindness, kinship, and friendship. It was a path that transcended everything.

"What in the world is..."

Still suppressed by the immense pressure and unable to rise, Wang Heng Mountain’s eyes glazed over. Within the clashing, intertwining, and ever-growing wills of the two men, a series of images was transmitted into his brain through the magnetic field.

Different architecture and styles of dress, different faces, different dynasties.

Scene after scene, nameless Martial Artists appeared in Wang Heng Mountain’s mind. Some sat in meditation, some threw punches with all their might, and others practiced breathing exercises in the mountains.

Their expressions were serene, weary, pained, or tormented, but their eyes were all exactly the same.

Strong, determined, tenacious, powerful.

The countless different figures continuously overlapped. He even saw his own figure among them, as if the entire history and experience of the Donghua Martial Dao over a thousand years had been completely compressed.

In the end, the figures of countless Martial Artists from through the endless ages fully condensed, finally overlapping perfectly with the two men before him until they were indistinguishable.

His expression shifted. This was an experience he’d never had before. At this moment, the two men seemed to have become incarnations of the Martial Dao, Divine Beings who had mastered the Donghua Martial Dao.

He couldn’t help but recall a certain theory he had once heard.

The world has a memory.

Everything that has ever happened, even if forgotten by the world, has never truly vanished. Somewhere in the unseen fabric of reality, these experiences are preserved as the world’s most precious treasures, hidden within the vast, boundless global magnetic field.

In truth, this existence is a tide of thought.

From ancient times to the present, the wills of countless humans have gathered like innumerable droplets of water flowing into a pond. An individual’s power is so small, but when thousands upon thousands of thoughts converge, even a dry desert can be nourished into a boundless ocean.

The Chief Commissioner’s Divine Dao grew its immense power by borrowing from this very tide.

Although Zhou Yuanjue and Zhang Dongwei did not walk the Divine Dao, at this moment, the clash of their minds actually caused them to overlap with the magnetic field of Martial Dao will that had been accumulating since ancient times.

Only they, with their unique identities and wills, could achieve such a feat under these specific circumstances.

"Do you feel it?"

At that moment, Zhang Dongwei looked up at the sky, seeming to see the various scenes within that boundless tide of Martial Dao thought.

"I feel it."

Zhou Yuanjue was also in that strange state. The scenes, the moves, every single drop of insight—they all seemed to appear before his eyes.

This was an experience he had never had before.

"For the meeting of our wills to stir the tide of Martial Dao thought even here, in a land so far from Donghua... it seems the proliferation of martial arts across the world is now an unstoppable trend!"

Zhang Dongwei laughed heartily, but then a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. "A pity. The me of today has already departed from the Martial Dao. Those countless insights are now useless to me."

"However, for you, this is a rare opportunity."

Zhang Dongwei said to Zhou Yuanjue.

"Are you suggesting I draw power from the countless Martial Dao wills and insights gathered in that tide throughout history? To strengthen myself and accelerate my progress in the Martial Dao?"

Zhou Yuanjue asked.

"And would that not be a good thing?"

Zhang Dongwei asked.

"No, it would not be a good thing. I will not do that. I have never believed in free lunches."

Zhou Yuanjue said with a calm expression, looking up at the sky as if seeing the countless illusions within the tide of Martial Dao thought.

It was a magnetic field formed by the converged Heart Intent of Martial Artists since ancient times. Within it, only the most potent insights and spiritual surges of those who came before had any chance of being recorded and preserved. It was like how, throughout the ages, people only remember the words forged from the most intense will of great Confucian scholars within the tides of their own philosophy.

For a Martial Artist, this is a supreme treasure. The will of one’s predecessors is precious; it can provide enough inspiration to even push a person to break through their current realm.

"Oh? And why do you say that?"

Zhang Dongwei’s expression flickered as he spoke.

"My goal is to transcend every shackle that has ever existed, from antiquity to this very day. I aim to be as boundless as the vast, empty cosmos above."

"This path must be pure. Using my spirit to experience the feelings of my predecessors might accelerate my understanding and progress in the Martial Dao, but that would be like trying to help a seedling grow by yanking it upward. It would mean shouldering their will. Every cause has an effect; every boon received carries a corresponding consequence. Their insights would influence my path. Their established ideas would become my shackles, limiting my advancement."

"I will not touch them. Because even without them, I can still reach the far shore that I seek in my heart."

Zhou Yuanjue said, his face calm.

Hearing Zhou Yuanjue’s words, Zhang Dongwei was momentarily stunned. At that instant, the young man’s image within the tide of the Martial Dao grew larger and larger, until it finally surpassed his own.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Zhang Dongwei threw his head back and laughed. "This is why, even though I failed, I still believe you will succeed! Because you truly are a more outstanding existence than I!"

"As a Celestial Demon, my path in the Martial Dao is all but severed. Since you are unwilling to be tainted by these tides of thought and affect the purity of your own path, then let me do it instead."

"Under the influence of this tide of thought, I can transform into a seemingly omniscient god of combat. How much you can comprehend during our fight will be entirely up to you."

"To birth something new from within this old tide of thought... perhaps this is the meaning Heaven intended for our meeting today!"