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

Lin Daochen's eyes were clear and bright, yet they exuded a detached indifference that transcended the mortal world. Golden light rose from beneath his feet, and his figure seemed to break free from the pull of the earth, rising inch by inch. His robes fluttered without wind, as if he were about to tear through the void and disappear into the vastness at any moment.

Fu Yunzi's heart pounded and his throat tightened—he never expected that this kid would knock on the door of the third chapter in the blink of an eye.

"You..." Fu Yunzi's voice was hoarse, and her pupils contracted sharply.

Lin Daochen simply smiled faintly and remained silent. The spiritual energy within his body surged like a river bursting its banks, causing his flesh and soul to tremble together, as if he were being slowly embraced by heaven and earth, breathing and pulsating in unison.

Fu Yunzi staggered, his breath coming in short gasps, his face ashen, but his eyes shone with a terrifying light, burning with the last embers of life. On the verge of death, he made a sudden decision—the Floating Cloud Melody could not be broken, so he used his life as a catalyst to stuff the entire set of supernatural powers, bone and marrow, into Lin Daochen's destiny!

He bit down hard with his tongue, and nine drops of his essence spurted out, hanging in mid-air, each drop as red as burning charcoal, steaming with scorching blood.

With a light flick of his fingers, the blood droplets responded with a clear, resonant sound, like the wind rustling through pine trees or jade chimes striking frost—a sound so pure and otherworldly. Lin Daochen stood frozen in place, his ears filled with celestial music, forgetting even to breathe. He felt as if countless fine runes floated in the air, silent yet incredibly heavy.

Nine drops of blood collided, flowed, and overlapped, composing a perfectly natural nine-chapter melody. Fu Yunzi's flesh withered inch by inch, his veins dried up, and all his blood was absorbed by a crimson embroidered ball.

But the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and his smile was relaxed, as if he had drunk fine wine.

Finally, he raised both palms to the sky, flipped his left palm over, and slammed his right palm down on Lin Daochen—his palm held a blood treasure, with nine drops of essence blood already fused into one, its radiance restrained, yet surging with a violent force capable of tearing apart heaven and earth.

The gold ingot pressed heavily on Lin Daochen's head, its warmth like the first rays of the morning sun. A torrent of intent surged into his sea of ​​consciousness, like a galaxy pouring back, like an ancient stele being rubbed.

Lin Daochen's eyes widened, lightning flashing in his pupils, and in an instant, he understood—the true meaning of the Floating Clouds Song was not ethereal, but rather the gathering and scattering of clouds at will; not escapism, but rather adapting to circumstances.

"So that's how it is..." His throat moved slightly, his mind suddenly opened up, and his divine sense soared like an eagle across the sky, taking in the pulse of heaven and earth and the rotation of yin and yang.

But at that very moment, Fu Yunzi's body crumbled inch by inch, yet his laughter grew even more unrestrained: "Hahaha—I have entrusted everything that should be passed on! Remember: the way of nature is to follow, to live is to go against it!"

The remains of the body turned into specks of scarlet light, which scattered and drifted away, leaving only the blood-red treasure floating quietly.

Lin Daochen reached out and caught it steadily. His palm felt warm, and a surge of righteous energy flowed through his body like a spring tide. "Fu Yunzi, I will never fail this kindness and this path," he murmured, his gaze calm. He bowed deeply and then solemnly put it into his bosom.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yunzi's remnant soul suddenly unleashed its last divine voice, its sound like a bell, echoing repeatedly deep within the cave: "Young man, the Dao is indeed true, but the mountain path is rugged, every step paved with blood! Without an iron will to support you, even the finest melody cannot be played—I have come this far with a clear conscience; I hope you will reach even greater heights!"

The echoes faded, the figures vanished, leaving only emptiness.

But suddenly, the blood-red treasure erupted with a blinding red light, slamming fiercely towards Lin Daochen's crown chakra! He felt as if he'd been struck by a giant hammer; his chest trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in a misty spray. His body flew through the air, crashing into the rock wall with a bang, sending rubble tumbling down and leaving a human-shaped dent in the wall. Even with his dual cultivation of blood and body, his internal organs were displaced, his fascia torn, and the veins on his forehead throbbed with pain.

Lin Daochen coughed up blood and phlegm as he propped himself up, pressing one hand tightly against his sunken chest, dark red seeping through his fingers. The pain was excruciating, yet his eyes were like a blade tempered in an icy pool, cold, sharp, and unwavering. He suddenly felt his ribs tremble slightly, as if something alive was moving within them—this was not the rhythm of the Floating Clouds Melody, but some kind of lurking anomaly.

"The melody is incomplete... the image of floating clouds is completely gone." His brow furrowed, and alarm bells rang in his mind. "He's hiding something."

He suddenly leaped back three zhang, his magical treasures hidden in his sleeves poised to be unleashed—not out of suspicion, but to protect his life. The melody was too smooth, too pure, too perfect, as perfect as a taut bow; once the string is released, a volley of arrows will be fired.

At that very moment, the Lord of the Blood Palace reappeared before Lin Daochen. His voice, like an ice pick scraping against a stone wall, said: "Young friend, one of your life-saving charms has already been used. You'd better hold onto the remaining two tightly. You only have one life, and you can't buy it back."

Lin Daochen's brows remained unmoved, his cold eyes piercing through the surging blood mist, aiming straight for Fu Yunzi's heart. His palm and fingers were like knives, pointing in the air, a sharp golden light bursting from his fingertips, precisely piercing into Fu Yunzi's chest—the red embroidered ball, shimmering with blood light, was detached from his body, along with Fu Yunzi's primordial spirit.

Fu Yunzi's body suddenly stiffened, his face turning ashen and ashen, as if his lifeblood and soul had been drained away. The anger in his pupils had not yet dissipated, but fear had already overflowed. In his last breath, he struggled and turned into a line of scarlet light, which suddenly collapsed into the void.

But Lin Daochen did not accept the second chance. He knew that relying on external forces to prolong the situation would ultimately not break the deadlock. He staggered to his feet, his back straight as a blade, and resolutely pushed away the illusory contract offered by the Blood Palace Master.

"I will fight this battle with my own hands."

Before the words were even finished, the moment the red embroidered ball left his hand, the Heaven-Locking Divine Chains binding the six ancient sages shattered instantly! The sound of the chains breaking was like thunder and bone-crushing, and the six majestic figures fell from the heavens, their aura surging like a boiling sea, as if ancient evil spirits that had been sleeping for ten thousand years had returned to the mortal world. Wherever their pressure reached, the mountains trembled.

The entire mountain range collapsed, tore apart, and overturned amidst a deafening roar. The earth cracked and spread like a spider web, and the rock layers blasted open into deep ravines, as if a giant beast's fangs were brutally plowing across the land.

Before the dust settled, a lone figure stood proudly atop the heavens. His crimson hair danced wildly like flames, his robes fluttered in the wind, and an aura of malevolence swept over him—it was Tianlongzi, the ancient sage revered as taboo, whose long-dormant, violent power was now surging and roaring within him.

Of the six, his aura was the strongest and his power the most overwhelming. The other elders instantly turned pale, bowing their heads and kneeling, their foreheads touching the ground, their voices trembling: "Welcome back, Sage!"

Ouyang Lin and Qingshanzi also lowered their knees, bowed their heads, clasped their hands, and paid their respects in accordance with proper etiquette.

"Ancient sage, you have awakened." Ouyang Lin's voice was deep and solemn.

Tianlongzi's gaze, deep and unfathomable, slowly swept across the entire room, finally settling on his face. "You are... a descendant of the Ouyang family?"

Ouyang Lin raised his head and replied, "I am Ouyang Lin, Ouyang Zheng, the founding ancestor of my clan."

A slight ripple passed through the sage's eyes, as if old memories were surging. The other cultivators felt a chill and quietly took a half step back—none of them had expected that this Ouyang family member actually had a past bond with the sage.

After a moment of silence, Tianlongzi spoke: "Why did you summon me here?"

Ouyang Lin immediately pleaded: "The Divine City is in dire straits. Dinosaurs are rampaging across the northern border, and divine apes are tearing through the sky to invade the south. Humanity is in imminent danger, and we have no choice but to reopen the slumbering place of the sages." The assembled cultivators bowed their heads, holding their breath, their eyes burning with anticipation, all hoping that the sages would intervene to save the world.

Tianlongzi listened quietly, his expression growing increasingly somber. He gazed at the collapsing world in the distance, as if weighing this strange and broken new world. Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, fixing on Ouyang Lin's face: "Ouyang Lin, you came here to awaken me—what exactly are you after?"

Ouyang Lin bowed deeply, his voice clear: "May I ask, sage, what karmic connection do you and my Ouyang clan have in the past? Can this opportunity help my clan reach the pinnacle once more?"

Tianlongzi remained silent for a long time, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, as if piercing through his very soul. "You possess enough courage, and your heart is wild enough. And I, precisely, lack someone to carry the banner—a leader who can lift humanity back to its peak. Are you willing to take on this responsibility?"

Ouyang Lin's heart trembled violently, his throat tightened, and his blood rushed to his head. This was not a favor, but a mandate; not glory, but a brand. His knees did not bend, but his back bent even deeper: "Disciple, I accept."

Tianlongzi nodded and gently tapped his forehead. In an instant, a vast sea of ​​information surged in—the true meaning of attack techniques, the mysteries of combat skills, ancient witnesses, the way for humanity to survive… all were imprinted into his soul.

Ouyang Lin trembled slightly, his mind opening up as if the heavens and earth were being created, an unprecedented sense of clarity permeating his entire body, as if the whole world was slowly opening its arms to him.

At this moment, Tianlongzi gripped the red embroidered ball tightly, his knuckles turning white, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust, and a bloodthirsty smile playing on his lips. Far from being alarmed by the arrival of the dinosaur race, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his tongue lightly licked his lower lip—a thirst for a long-awaited reunion, the excitement of an ancient overlord returning to the hunting grounds.

"Dinosaurs...you've finally returned."

His voice was low and hoarse, yet every word was burning with passion. His gaze had traversed mountains and rivers, firmly locking onto the colossal torrent that had shattered the clouds in the distance.

At the sound, the dinosaur horde erupted, their ferocity surging like ancient war spirits awakened. Their colossal bodies smashed through mountains and cleaved valleys, their immense power rolling like thunder across the peaks, the entire mountain range trembling and roaring.

Tianlongzi lunged forward with a ferocious grin, his eyes bloodshot and his fangs menacing, resembling a ravenous, ancient, and malevolent spirit capable of tearing apart the heavens and devouring the earth.

Deep within the Blood Palace, a crimson light suddenly exploded, piercing the sky—it was the sacred artifact, the Red Embroidered Ball, which Fu Yunzi had nurtured with his lifeblood for many years. Tianlongzi held it up with his five fingers, and the ball of blazing light hung steadily in his palm, its eerie glow flowing, with faint sounds of dragon roars and phoenix cries emanating from within.

He stared for a moment, a slow smile spreading across his lips, his eyes burning with an almost manic intensity, as if he were grasping not a magical artifact, but a key to godhood.

The red embroidered ball was originally a token used by the Goddess Nuwa to seal three lifetimes of marriage, but now it was tainted with malevolent energy. The moment Tianlongzi touched it with his fingertips, the ball suddenly hummed, and a burst of crimson light erupted like molten lava bursting its banks, transforming into a crimson comet that tore through the sky, streaking across the heavens. Wherever it passed, the clouds were burned and the star trails were deflected.

On a blue planet, atop a solitary peak amidst swirling clouds, a floating palace silently suspends itself. The Lord of the Stars, with snow-white hair, sits cross-legged at the heart of the star chart array, his ten fingers calculating, starlight flowing around him.

He was the listener to the rhythm of the stars; the tremors of stardust billions of light-years away could not escape his perception. Suddenly, his eyelids twitched, and the starlight at his fingertips dimmed abruptly—an avatar silently disintegrated, its aura severed in a strange way, neither annihilation nor stillness, but rather as if it had been forcibly ripped out of its destiny.

"Master, something has happened again?" Yun Tian stepped forward, his brows furrowed with anxiety.

The Lord of Stars slowly opened his eyes, the Milky Way shimmering in his pupils, his voice as deep as falling meteorite iron: "My clone suffered an apocalypse... not death, but 'erasure.' The source is in the Gouchen Star Region."

"Gouchen Star Region?" Yun Tian's throat tightened. That place couldn't even be fully depicted on a star map; it was a universally acknowledged death zone, a place even exiled space pirates dared not approach. But his master's words were an ironclad order.