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

"Understood! If we truly harm the Heavenly Mountain Immortal, we will all perish!" He bowed and roared, then turned to his comrades and waved his flag, giving the order, "Quickly activate the Returning Origin Formation and draw back that golden rainbow power!"

As soon as the order was given, all the generals moved in unison. In an instant, the giant sword that was suspended in mid-air and spewing flames suddenly stopped, its tip trembled slightly, and the golden light receded like a tide, turning back into streams of light, which were forcibly drawn back into the bodies of the generals.

Lin Daochen's lips curled into a slight, mocking smile—so even the Heavenly Court has people they fear. Since they're held back, he's actually in a much more comfortable position.

Alone and unburdened, I can advance or retreat at my own will. All I need to do is keep a close eye on this group of people and defeat them one by one.

But… his gaze darkened slightly as he silently swept his eyes over the menacing figures in the clouds—the celestial soldiers and generals, ordered to apprehend demons and monsters, why would they support a rogue cultivator from another realm like the Celestial Immortal? This person had merely stumbled into the Immortal Realm by chance, his cultivation was inferior to his own, and his actions were sinister and ruthless, causing endless chaos…

Faced with such a figure, how could the heavenly soldiers and generals willingly serve him? Could it be that the Heavenly Emperor himself issued an edict? Would Heaven actually protect such a character?

But he had no time to think it over—the heavenly soldiers had arrived, and he could only speak after subduing them.

The sky split open, and a magnificent golden sword descended from the heavens with the power to devour stars and erode the moon. Even before the sword's edge arrived, mountains within a hundred miles trembled, vegetation withered, and life was likely to perish.

Lin Daochen frowned, sat cross-legged, and lightly traced a line with his fingertips. Suddenly, clusters of star charts appeared in front of him, with crisscrossing star trails, flowing Milky Way, and spiritual energy surging and flowing through the charts like living things.

In an instant, countless star charts interlocked and condensed above his head into a vast golden dome, its brilliance dazzling, as if a canopy of heaven had descended.

He did not stop. With renewed thought, the star layers became more complex and profound; the golden dome also became thicker and more solid, actually holding up the golden giant sword that was pressing down on him, causing its fall to slow down and its sharpness to dim, like a lone flame crashing into a furnace.

Even more astonishingly, the giant sword that once eclipsed the heavens and earth appeared small and frail under the golden sky, like a firefly trying to shake the sun.

Lin Daochen smiled slightly and chuckled softly.

Do you really think that bringing in heavenly soldiers and generals will easily suppress him? That's absurd! If he were so easy to deal with, why would we need to trouble the immortals of Tianshan to personally intervene?

He chuckled twice more, his laughter cold and devoid of any smugness. His actions at this moment were beyond the comprehension of anyone. Years ago, if he had confided in someone, perhaps someone would have understood his plight; now, surrounded by desolation, he walked alone.

He shook his head slightly, finding it somewhat absurd.

Looking around at the densely packed heavenly soldiers and generals, he knew perfectly well that if he didn't break the deadlock, he would have no chance to speak again in the next instant.

"Buzz—"

With a flick of his finger, the golden dome surged forth like a raging sea, heading straight for the giant sword. A sharp, tearing sound rang out, and the golden sword shattered inch by inch, breaking into countless streams of light that scattered in a flurry.

The immortal of Tianshan's pupils shrank suddenly, his face filled with horror—he had never expected such a turn of events.

Lin Daochen was also shocked: he realized that he could actually unleash such immense power!

"Wonderful! This merit value is truly not an illusion! If you want to truly ascend to the path of immortality in the future, meditation and qi cultivation alone are far from enough—you must cultivate your mind, help others, and make all beings in the sea of ​​suffering sincerely remember you, respect you, and believe in you. Only then can you accumulate merit like grains of sand to form a tower and transform the mortal into a saint."

In an instant, he suddenly realized: the so-called enlightenment is not about shutting yourself away and suffering, but about immersing yourself in the world; only by being in sync with the world and sharing the fate of all living beings can one truly step into the gate of immortality.

The moment the thought arose, ancient golden talismans rose from his body, swirling rapidly around him for a foot, humming like bells.

In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to hold their breath—all things stood still, except for him, who remained unmoved.

He looked around blankly, then suddenly felt a clear and bright light before him:

Birds fluttered across the branches, their calls clear and melodious; wildflowers bloomed in profusion, their iridescent colors dancing endlessly; in the distant woods, squirrels leaped across the streams, and fawns cried out, all enjoying themselves freely.

……

The world had never seemed so vibrant and bright; the heavy gloom that had weighed on his heart was gone. Lin Daochen felt a sense of relief, as if a tremendous burden had been lifted and quietly dissipated.

He sighed deeply: If only he had understood sooner.

Looking again at the celestial soldiers and generals standing solemnly in the clouds, he suddenly felt that they were no longer important. What truly mattered was the wind brushing against his fingertips, the sounds flowing in his ears, and the warmth welling up in his heart—this world was so gentle and lovely, while he had always been stubbornly arguing about right and wrong, fighting for victory or defeat.

Ultimately, he's been on the wrong path all along. No wonder he's been stuck at the near-core stage for so many years, unable to cross the threshold of the fusion stage.

"So that's how it is... This is the key to breaking through to the next realm. Those immortals sitting high on the clouds have probably never told the truth. Great Sage, Great Sage, were you also deceiving me back then?"

At this very moment, inside the Lingxiao Palace of the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Emperor was gazing down at the young man below, whose body was enveloped in golden talismans, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

I never expected it to be the Great Dao's sacred sound! Lin Daochen, your comprehension is truly astonishing—in just a short moment, you've grasped the supreme rhythm that even many Golden Immortals can't fathom. I truly underestimated you before.

Years ago, Lin Daochen had set foot in the Heavenly Court and had a confrontation with Erlang Shen, the Manifestation Saint True Lord Yang Chuo. At that time, he could still make a guess, but now, looking at this person again, his aura was completely different from before, as if he had changed his bones and his soul.

That strange feeling weighed heavily on my heart. It wasn't a powerful aura or a malevolent force, but an instinctive tremor that pierced my divine platform and shook my very foundation—as if I were standing on the edge of an abyss, afraid to even breathe in lest I disturb some indescribable being.

Thinking about it is pointless. Even if you figured it out, what then? At this moment, above the vast sea of ​​clouds, 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals froze, looking up at the golden dome that stretched across the sky, their faces ashen. No one recognized what it was, but everyone knew: this was something they couldn't touch.

The squad leader's temple throbbed with veins, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, yet he hesitated to draw it. He desperately wanted to cleave through the obstructing golden light, but deep down he knew perfectly well that charging forward would only be like throwing flesh and blood against an iron wall.

"Boss, if we don't act now, this kid might make a fool of us! We'll be safe, but we'll lose face completely. How will we guard the South Heavenly Gate after that?"

The squad leader gritted his teeth and nodded. Indeed, suspended in the clouds, looking down, all they could see were golden figures stretching to the horizon, densely packed and impossible to attack. The suffocating feeling of helplessness almost made their chests burst.

Can we retreat? No, we cannot. One hundred thousand elite troops have been mobilized to surround and kill just one person. If they were to collapse in battle, the Heavenly Court would lose face, and the Three Realms would laugh at their outward strength masking inner weakness. Those demon kings, rogue cultivators, and even shamans from the lower realms lurking in the shadows would likely be overjoyed. At that point, the Heavenly Emperor would be enraged, and it wouldn't be impossible for him to disband the entire Heavenly Army.

"Gentlemen!" The squad leader's voice suddenly rose, each word like a hammer blow, "We've cultivated diligently for three hundred years, enduring tribulations, overcoming inner demons, and shattering nine layers of cloud ladders, only to earn this silver armor and this waist token! Our rank may be low, but it was earned with our lives!"

"Today's battle is to defend this crucial juncture, the culmination of three hundred years of hard work! Victory will not only secure our fame and position, but also grant us the Purple Cloud Pill, the Star Official Seal, and a chance to break through to a higher realm! The Heavenly Court has always been fair and generous in its rewards and punishments for its heavenly soldiers!"

"As long as you achieve merit in this battle, your cultivation will advance like a rising spring tide—you all know this better than anyone else!"

Before the words were even finished, someone below roared in agreement: "Yes! Three hundred years of arduous cultivation, all for this one gamble! If we lose, we'll be banished back to the mortal realm, re-entering the cycle of reincarnation, never to ascend to immortality again!"

"We are nameless soldiers, the most insignificant warriors of Heaven—but it is precisely because of this that we must show everyone: an army of ants can shake a mountain!"

A surge of passion coursed through the crowd, igniting a powerful fervor. The previously stagnant clouds suddenly churned, and the celestial soldiers and generals raised their arms in unison, riding the raging winds and clouds, resolutely plunging towards the golden dome that obscured the sun and moon…

Beneath the dome, Lin Daochen slightly raised his eyes and saw streaks of silver light tearing through the sky rushing towards him. A faint hint of sarcasm appeared on his lips—an ant trying to shake a tree, why get angry?

This dome is neither gold nor jade; it is a barrier of laws woven inch by inch by him using the sacred sounds of the Great Dao as silk and the original rhythms as bones. It does not belong to the realm of spiritual energy, nor is it a magical illusion, but rather a manifestation of rules that transcends the Five Elements and Four Symbols.

Spiritual energy battles rely on brute force and overwhelming power; but the power of the Great Dao is about overwhelming realms—the chasm of varying levels of cultivation, the precipice of different levels of understanding. These celestial soldiers and generals haven't even grasped the basics of the word "Dao," so how can they possibly break the deadlock?

It is no exaggeration to say that at this moment, with just a slight thought from Lin Daochen, all living beings within the golden dome would be frozen into an icy pool—their breaths would stop, their heartbeats would freeze, and even the ink on the Book of Life and Death would only dare to be written after he nodded.

Such methods were never even understood by the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, let alone Erlang Shen, the Manifestation Saint, or even the Heavenly Emperor sitting high in the Lingxiao Palace. They probably had never even heard of such power of law.

If anyone truly understands the mysteries within, it is probably only beings like the Three Pure Ones and the Five Emperors who glimpsed even a tiny fragment of it at the beginning of chaos.

However, Lin Daochen's understanding of this power is still like viewing flowers through fog; he can wield it, but he can't fully grasp its wonders. Therefore, the most important thing right now is to maintain his composure—a ship that has sailed for millennia has never relied on brute force, but on moderation.

He was not completely unaware of this power because he had not been able to use it before; now that it was a natural progression, he was surprisingly quick to get the hang of it.

The heavenly soldiers and generals had come specifically for him, determined to capture him to fulfill their obligation. Little did they expect that the moment they stepped into the dome, they would run into an unshakeable mountain.

"Senior Lin, please have mercy! We have cultivated diligently for hundreds of years to reach our current level. If we are banished to the mortal realm for failing to capture you, we fear even our souls will be scattered on the road to the Yellow Springs!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Daochen merely gave a cold smirk. What did their complaints of poverty and injustice have to do with him? Rather, it was more accurate to say that the future entanglements of cause and effect might very well be the foreshadowing of this moment.

Before the thought even finished, he had already raised his hand and flicked it – the sky suddenly cracked open, and a gigantic palm that blotted out the sky crashed down, the air shattering inch by inch like glass wherever the palm wind passed.

How could the heavenly soldiers and generals withstand such crushing force? If the impact were truly solid, the entire army of 100,000 would be reduced to dust in an instant.

The Heavenly Immortal was about to intervene and protect them, and just as a ray of green light condensed at his fingertips, he suddenly had a change of heart: If all these heavenly soldiers were to die at Lin Daochen's hands, wouldn't the Heavenly Court be furious and send out its entire army?

A sinister smile flashed across his eyes—good, then let them die a clean death. Perhaps, Lin Daochen's palm strike will become bait to draw out the Heavenly Court's thunder.

Before he finished speaking, he withdrew his magic power, and a thin, almost transparent barrier quietly rose around his body. It was as flexible as water, yet as hard as steel, and it wrapped him up completely.

But the heavenly soldiers and generals weren't so lucky. A giant hand hovered overhead, its shadow engulfing the entire sea of ​​clouds, threatening to crush them into dust.

He had planned meticulously, but little did he know that Lin Daochen had already seen through his scheme. To wipe them all out? That would be cutting off his own escape route.

If the Heavenly Court sees that 100,000 elite troops have vanished overnight, it will surely send a large force to encircle and annihilate them. At that time, there will be no place for them to stand in the four seas and eight wastelands.

Therefore, Lin Daochen had already restrained ninety percent of his strength in this palm strike—making the palm strike terrifying but not damaging to the bones and muscles. As soon as he heard the aura of the heavenly soldiers rushing in from afar, he quietly released his force.

The immortal from Tianshan remained oblivious, his face still taut, watching coldly as Lin Daochen made the slightest mistake, ready to step forward and pin the blame on him completely.

The giant hand crashed down with a deafening roar, sending shockwaves surging and causing the clouds to churn and boil.