Martial Arts Crossover: The Sweeping Monk of Wudang? That's our patriarch!

A spark of resistance had quietly risen within Lin Daochen's body. He could clearly sense the violent force that tore through his bones—yet when it struck him, it was like a tide crashing against the shore, only creating a few ripples.

This force did not truly crush him.

The thought had barely formed when his actions were swift as an arrow released from a bow: he immediately activated the source of the Great Dao, intending to crush and refine that raging power. But then, a sharp will, as sharp as a rusty blade scraping porcelain, suddenly burst forth from the hum of the weapon!

Lin Daochen's mind exploded with a deafening roar, his consciousness feeling as if it had been plunged into a murky swamp; at the same time, a dark and domineering pressure rolled in from all directions, like an iron curtain surrounding him, almost suffocating him.

That was incredibly dangerous—so dangerous it sent chills down my spine. If this was the opponent's true trump card, then the old man's strength had already transcended ordinary understanding, approaching the forbidden realms of Heaven. Lin Daochen looked up at the old man standing with his hands behind his back in the sky, his brows furrowed, his voice deep and cold:

"Who exactly are you? How can you be so powerful?"

The old man laughed loudly, turned his head, and his gaze swept across Lin Daochen's face like a sharp blade:

Do you really think our vision is so narrow that we can only see our toes?

"Listen up—the Celestial Immortal of Tianshan is no ordinary rogue cultivator. If you provoke him, you won't even be left with ashes. Kid, let's be clear: the longer you drag this out, the more gruesome your death will be, and you won't be able to recover."

"You can't afford to mess with who's behind us. Right now, you're just a reckless hothead. We're the ones who have to clean this up. You? You're far from it."

"So, here's my advice: since you can't defeat the forces behind the Heavenly Mountain Immortals, keep a low profile and avoid provoking them, understand?"

After listening, Lin Daochen slowly curled a cold smile onto his lips. What Heavenly Mountain Immortal, what Purple Star Emperor… in his eyes, they were nothing but empty titles.

Cultivators endure countless years of arduous practice to ascend to immortality; must they truly live on their knees? This absurd thought chilled him to the bone.

The celestial realm has become so corrupt? Power overrides the Dao heart, and rules supersede the principles of Heaven—it's simply unbelievable.

He glanced at the group of people before him, his smile growing colder, yet his voice remained as soft as if he were chatting:

"How pathetic... You still cling to those scraps as if they were treasures? I overestimated you. Fine, since you insist on putting on this show, I won't waste my breath."

"However—if you would be willing to lay down your knives, sit down and have a cup of tea, perhaps today's grievances can be put to rest. What do you all think?"

Before the words were even finished, the expressions on their faces changed drastically, filled with fear and apprehension. They instinctively looked up at the old man in the sky.

You mustn't look! This single glance is already an overstepping of boundaries. Any further transgression would likely result in instant death, body and soul.

The leader suddenly sprang up, his face deathly pale, and charged straight at Lin Daochen:

"This absolutely cannot happen! Brother Lin Daochen, it's all your fault for running into us—if we hadn't met today, you could have lived a few more days; but now… if we don't get rid of you, it's us who will die!"

They charged forward like madmen, their killing intent tinged with despair, their fists flying blood and their swords whistling – this was not a fight to the death, but a struggle for survival.

Lin Daochen suddenly felt relieved.

It turns out they didn't come specifically to kill him; they were just a trapped beast cornered on the edge of a cliff.

Those commands, intimidation, and inviolable ironclad rules are the real guillotine hanging over their heads.

He shook his head slightly, surprisingly feeling that the matter wasn't so irreversible.

They were not enemies, but fellow travelers with the same rope around their throats.

Instead of fighting head-on, it's better to pry open the knot.

He didn't draw his sword, but instead quietly watched the approaching group, his eyes showing no hostility, only calculation.

If you really want to help them, goodwill alone is far from enough—you have to find the weakest thread and give it a gentle tug before the whole net can loosen.

The most crucial variable is probably the white-robed elder suspended in the sky. If this clone of his can be destroyed, all the current predicaments might dissipate in an instant. Lin Daochen's eyes darkened, a chilling smile creeping onto his lips, before he looked up at the sky.

His gaze was like a poisoned hook, cold and sharp, piercing the sky. The old man, however, was completely oblivious, still standing with his hands behind his back, a contemptuous smile on his lips, as if looking down at an ant that knew no death.

It wasn't until Lin Daochen suddenly sprang up, tearing through the sky and rushing straight towards him, that the old man's pupils contracted, and he suddenly realized—this kid actually dared to make a move! The situation was no longer to be underestimated.

"What he has descended to this moment is merely an avatar refined at the cost of his own essence. If Lin Daochen were to defeat it in public..."

"That would be troublesome. Rebuilding a clone of the same level would take at least three years of hard work, by which time the spiritual energy would dissipate and the entire situation would be ruined."

"Um."

As Lin Daochen charged in with a powerful gust of wind, the old man also let out a cold laugh.

"You arrogant and ignorant brat, since you're so eager to die, today I'll show you what true divine might is!"

Before he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly turned from jet black to deep blue flames, and fine electric snakes exploded, roamed, and roared in his eyes.

In an instant, the sky churned, thick clouds poured in like an inky sea, purple light flickered through the gaps in the clouds, and lightning surged like a dragon, swirling and roaring wildly around him.

Boom—!

A bolt of lightning struck, instantly turning the entire sky into a strange purple mist, with shimmering light and countless phantoms, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

But beneath this breathtaking beauty lay a deathly aura powerful enough to incinerate even the most primordial spirit. Lin Daochen recognized it at a glance—it was the legendary Purple Heaven Divine Lightning, specifically designed to strike those undergoing tribulation. His face paled instantly, and a chill ran down his spine: if struck directly, even his soul wouldn't have time to escape before turning to ashes.

He tensed his entire body, even holding his breath, fearing that the slightest slip would lead to utter ruin.

Before the purple lightning even began to strike, the surrounding cultivators were already in chaos, scattering and fleeing in all directions. They knew all too well the terrifying reputation of this lightning—it crumbled upon contact, and death was certain upon touch; even their protective auras were as fragile as paper before it.

Someone was running and shouting, "We can't hold on! Form the array! Everyone, join forces to set up the Nine Luminaries Profound Sky Realm, or none of us will survive!"

The world seemed to be on the verge of apocalypse; purple light, like a waterfall, poured down from the heavens, threatening to shower down on everyone's heads.

At that moment, Lin Daochen suddenly turned around and, instead of retreating, charged headlong into the thunderous tide!

The purple lightning seemed to possess a spirit, tearing through the void and trailing a dazzling tail of flame, like a spear of divine punishment piercing straight into the earth, causing ripples to appear in the space wherever it passed.

The cultivators ran with all their might, but the closer they got, the more they fled—the lightning seemed to cling to them like a malignant tumor, relentlessly pursuing their scent.

Lin Daochen's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood: this lightning was not a random bombardment, but rather it was guided by the vital energy of living beings!

Since we can't avoid it, let's nip it in the bud before it even sets in!

He rushed towards the thundercloud not to die, but to cut off, devour, and annihilate the first bolt of purple lightning before it fully formed and imprinted its aura!

Above the clouds, the white-robed elder's pupils suddenly contracted—

Is there really anyone who dares to directly confront the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder?

This lightning is formed from the power of Heaven, specifically designed to punish those with weak wills and unstable foundations. Mortals who touch it will be reduced to dust; even top cultivators who unleash their strongest barriers cannot withstand it for more than three breaths!

In his eyes, Lin Daochen's actions were nothing short of self-destruction.

But the next moment, he froze in mid-air—

Lin Daochen opened his mouth and inhaled, and the surging purple lightning in the sky flowed into the sea like a stream, all disappearing into his throat!

The old man's fingertips trembled slightly, and a storm raged in his heart:

That was divine lightning for tribulation... and he actually swallowed it whole?

It seems unlikely that this battle will be won.

But before that, he had another trick up his sleeve—this kid dared to swallow the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning whole, which was strange in itself: ordinary cultivators would be burned upon contact, but he swallowed it cleanly and easily. What did this mean? It meant that he had already built a resistance barrier within his body, and was not completely rejecting the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning, but could absorb, contain, and even neutralize it! If that was the case, taking a different approach might not be impossible to counter it.

"Hahaha... You really swallowed it? That's satisfying! In the past, there were indeed extraordinary people who used their physical bodies as furnaces to swallow lightning and refine their marrow—the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning is formed from heavenly tribulation, belonging to the righteous energy of heaven and earth, how could it be ordinary fire or poisonous flames? If a cultivator's foundation is strong enough, they can even use it to cleanse their meridians and temper their bones!"

"You think I wasn't prepared for this?" The old man's eyes turned icy. "I had already fused the 'Heart-Eating Seal' into the lightning, and with each bite you swallowed, it was quietly imprinted into your internal organs and twelve meridians—now it swims in your blood, burrows into your bones, and is nailed to your life gate!"

"Now, with a single thought from me, your limbs and bones obey my commands; with a flick of my finger, your soul will tremble! Lin Daochen, open your eyes and see—you are about to be blown into a pile of minced meat in your own hands!" Before he finished speaking, his eyes widened like lightning, and his ten fingers flew like butterflies, forming a series of obscure and strange hand seals.

In an instant, Lin Daochen felt his whole body burning hot, as if his meridians were being roasted by charcoal. He looked inward and saw a dark blue current surging within his body, and wherever it passed, layers of golden runes bloomed, as deep as knife carvings and as dense as spider webs.

The next instant, my body completely lost control—my limbs stiffened and then suddenly sprang up, my neck twisted, my knees bent backward, like a marionette being pulled by a gale. The scenery before my eyes began to spin and sway, and I couldn't even blink.

Lin Daochen's pupils constricted sharply, and his heart sank: This is bizarre! This isn't body control; it's clearly treating him like a puppet! If he can't break free, he'll truly die by his own hand today!

He gritted his teeth and tried to back down, but his legs moved on their own, and he lunged straight at the old man; when the old man raised his arm, his shoulders shrugged; when the old man grinned, the corners of his mouth twitched and turned up in sync—it was like looking in a mirror, except the person in the mirror was full of smugness, and his eyes burned with a raging fire that could consume everything.

"Youngster, how does it feel?" the old man's voice was like tearing silk. "I've even gripped your thoughts between your bones, and you still want to escape? If my 'Thousand Threads Soul Binding Technique' can't subdue you, then I've lived these three hundred years in vain!"

His robes fluttered, and he stood with his hands behind his back, clearly regarding Lin Daochen as a clay figure in his palm—he could mold him into a shape, or humiliate and trample him at will.

This technique is truly the most forbidden of all: there is no solution, no end, and no pardon. Once it enters the body, it is a bond of eternal imprisonment. Unless the soul is scattered and reincarnation begins, one will forever be a living corpse bound by its strings.

"You're courting death." The white-robed elder sneered as he watched Lin Daochen, his gaze as if he were looking at a fish still twitching on a chopping board. Even if the other party struggled desperately, he only needed to make one more hand seal to lock him in place again—as solid as iron, with no loopholes.

Lin Daochen's temples throbbed with rage as he scanned his surroundings: the stone walls were imposing, the array patterns were dense, and all escape routes were blocked. Escape? No way. Call for help? No one.

He suddenly channeled the power of the Great Dao within his body, attempting to break free of the shackles with his righteous energy. In an instant, a seven-colored radiance exploded from his dantian, rainbows swirling and auspicious energy rising—but the light, having risen only half a foot, abruptly changed direction, like an angry dragon turning back to devour him, and slammed fiercely into his own chest!

Lin Daochen felt a chill run down his spine, a coldness shooting straight to the top of his head: even the light of the Great Dao could turn against him? This person's methods were beyond description!

After much deliberation, no solution came to mind. Even their most fundamental power had become a weapon against the enemy; what could they possibly rely on to break this deadlock?