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

He smiled silently, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Good heavens—it really is that guy's eyes! I thought it was just a guess before, but it turns out to be true. This world is not naturally formed at all, but a cage that has been forcibly created by humans; the "twin moons" hanging high above are just a pair of peepholes torn open by the monitor.

Having seen through his disguise, Lin Daochen didn't hesitate any longer, charging straight at the true form hidden behind the moon. Almost simultaneously, a furious roar erupted from the heavens:

"Lin Daochen! You saw through me so quickly? Hmph, so what if you saw through me? You really think you can touch me? Come on, try if you dare—I'd rather die than surrender!"

Before the words were even finished, the two oval moons in the sky suddenly began to spin wildly, their light and shadow distorting like boiling water. The scene before Lin Daochen's eyes shattered and reformed in an instant, and illusions surged forth like a tidal wave—layer upon layer, boundless and limitless. Anyone with a weaker will would likely have lost their composure and utterly succumbed to despair in an instant.

But he was Lin Daochen. For him, illusions were like mist hitting a copper wall, not even causing a ripple.

Seeing that the moon was still casting its spell in vain, Lin Daochen sneered twice, flicked his sleeve, and a wisp of light purple mist quietly spread out, instantly covering an area of ​​ten miles.

Where the fog descended, everything lost its color, even the air seemed to freeze. The oval moon overhead rapidly dimmed, its outline gradually shrinking, from round to flat, from flat to line, until finally, like eyelids closing, it shut completely.

But after the Moon Wheel, the manipulator has already fallen into the Abyss of Illusion.

It turned out that the space where Lin Daochen was located was nothing more than a meticulously crafted miniature sphere—he was trapped inside, while the other person stood outside the sphere, using this sphere to look down upon all living beings. The so-called "double moons" were actually two viewing apertures that he had forcibly carved out, and he had transformed his eyes into moon shapes to deceive others.

Unfortunately, he lacked the necessary skill and his flaws were exposed, allowing Lin Daochen to pinpoint his weakness at a glance.

"Haha..." Lin Daochen's laughter was like a needle, suddenly piercing the other's mind. But before that person's eyes, a hellish scene unfolded—thousands of troops surged from the horizon, their armor gleaming, banners obscuring the sun, and killing intent pressing down like a cold tide.

He instinctively felt it was fake. But a cold arrow pierced through the air and stabbed into his shoulder with a "thud," the excruciating pain so real that he gasped—the illusion may be unreal, but life and death were real.

If one perishes here, it will undoubtedly be a true death.

He hurriedly activated his cultivation, trying to overturn the illusory soldiers, but was shocked to find that his spiritual power was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, completely unresponsive. He could only rely on his flesh and blood to withstand it, fighting this torrent of steel with his bare hands—this was not a battle, it was clearly a death sentence!

He stood atop a solitary peak, the earth trembling beneath his feet. Thousands of iron cavalry charged forward with thunderous force, their blades flashing like snow and their hooves thundering like drums; in moments, they would crush him into dust.

Those cavalrymen rode not ordinary horses, but ferocious beasts covered in black iron scales; their long swords were as wide as doors, with blades that gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light, and with a single slash, they could split him in two from head to toe.

There was nowhere to retreat, nowhere to escape. To resist? To fight against a thousand armies with a mortal body was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He cultivated the Great Dao of the Divine Soul, his physique as weak as a scholar's, and now his spiritual power was sealed, he couldn't even catch his breath while running quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the iron torrent had reached the foot of the mountain. The howling wind blades scraped his face, making it sting, as if an inverted glacier was about to smash down on the top of his head.

His hair stood on end, and the deafening shouts of battle sounded like hammers pounding into his skull, making his teeth ache and his heart stop—once the enemy arrived, he would be crushed to dust. He stood frozen on the hill, not daring to move his neck even an inch.

It was as if a single glance back would reveal the corpse lying on the ground.

Crush these ants.

A thousand troops roared in unison, their sound waves tearing through the sky; the armored warhorses beneath him seemed to have sprouted wings, galloping up the near-vertical rock face, their iron hooves striking the rocks and sending sparks flying. Only now did he completely abandon any hope—Lin Daochen was truly going to kill him.

In the illusion, his dantian was completely destroyed, his spiritual meridians were severed, and he could barely lift his hand. Death was already close to his throat, cold and slippery, within reach.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but Lin Daochen had already cut off the communication talisman and turned the jade tablet into dust. All around him was a vast emptiness, with only the thunderous force of ten thousand cavalry rushing towards him, ready to tear his flesh to shreds.

"Madman! Are you really going to kill us all? We lured you here merely to test you, we never intended to take your life! Since you show no mercy, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

He suddenly pulled out a golden talisman from his robes and twisted it between his hands...

"Sizzle!"

In an instant, a deafening roar, like the sound of a great bell, exploded in the sky, causing mountains to groan and stars to fall!

The massive, armored torrent that had covered the mountains and plains crumbled instantly, exploding into gray-white dust that vanished in the blink of an eye. When they looked up again, only the desolate wilderness remained, without a single drop of blood or a broken spear.

Lin Daochen, standing outside the mountain, chuckled softly, "Heh...that's interesting." He paused, then lazily added, "However, that's enough for now."

"Hahaha—kid, you really have some hidden skills! But you think you can survive by breaking an illusion? If you want to die, I'll give you; if you want to feel pain, I'll give you; if you want to go crazy, I'll give you... but I won't give you even an inch of a way to live."

"Come, savor the taste of death—it is the sharpest and the most honest. Only when you truly feel the chill of that moment can you say you have opened your eyes."

Lin Daochen's lips curled slightly, and with a flick of his fingertips, he silently recited a strange incantation.

In an instant, the sky collapsed, dark clouds boiled, and lightning snakes danced wildly; outside, mountains collapsed, the earth cracked open, and the earth groaned as if it were dying.

His illusions were far worse than the apocalypse...

What he had just torn the talisman from was merely a superficial illusion. He was still deeply trapped within it.

The iron cavalry gathered again, but this time, each suit of armor was crackling with dark purple lightning, and the killing intent solidified into a tangible form, making a crackling sound—it was the lightning of divine punishment, which was forcibly pulled into the illusion!

……

He was filled with remorse, hating himself for provoking someone like Lin Daochen. Now, he feared even his soul would be nailed to this illusion.

He fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead slamming heavily against the scorched earth, and cried out in a hoarse voice. Lin Daochen, however, only laughed loudly, his laughter devoid of any warmth.

"Interesting, very interesting—if you're afraid of dying, don't try to provoke a tiger. Don't worry, I'll make you count the first nine cuts; as for the tenth cut… figure it out yourself."

At that moment, the illusory sky shattered completely, and ten thousand riders arrived with thunderous force, their iron hooves crushing the void. He didn't even have time to struggle before he was knocked to the ground, followed by a torrential downpour of trampling sounds—the sounds of breaking ribs, dislocating spines, and tearing flesh all blended together.

Even screams were stuck in his throat, broken into bloody froth.

Only when the last breath of warmth in his chest was trampled away did he realize: death was so close.

Cold sweat soaked his back. Lin Daochen suddenly opened his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing – it turned out that it was all a dream.

A dream that was too deep and too real.

Night had fallen, the sky was low, and sparse stars, like nails, were coldly fixed on the boundless darkness.

Lin Daochen and the Heavenly Water Immortal traversed a desolate, scorched plain, barren of vegetation, where even the wind seemed to swerve around it. The earth was cracked like a tortoise shell, ash filling every crevice. The Heavenly Water Immortal held his breath, his spine stiffening, and looked around, his voice trembling: "This place... could it really be haunted by ghosts?"

Lin Daochen's lips curled slightly, his expression as calm as a deep pool, his palm holding the purple-gold jade slip left behind by the Heavenly Ghost—the slip gleamed with a faint light, its surface covered with jagged engravings and ancient seal script, like a secret path map sealed by time.

The Celestial Immortal suddenly lowered his voice, a hint of playfulness in it: "So even ancient powerful beings favored purple-gold? Could it be that the most sought-after 'flowing light color' back then?"

Lin Daochen did not respond, but his brows furrowed quietly, as if dark clouds were pressing down on him.

In his other hand, he clutched a pale purple jade tablet, its texture cool and slightly humming, but its spiritual power was only enough to activate it two or three times. He stroked the tablet with his fingertips, a mixture of burning anticipation and inexplicable apprehension in his heart.

Suddenly, a scream that ripped through the night rang out—Yang Kai took a half step back, pointing straight ahead: "There's someone! Right there!"

Lin Daochen scanned the area with his divine sense, finding nothing, not even a speck of dust trembled. His brow furrowed even more. The Heavenly Water Immortal instinctively gripped his sleeve, his knuckles turning white.

From the depths of darkness, an outline slowly emerged: a withered corpse, flesh tightly wrapped around jagged bones, eye sockets sunken like dry wells, standing still like a stone sculpture, yet more chilling than any living thing. A chill crept up their ankles, and the hairs on the back of everyone's necks stood on end.

"This..." Lin Daochen's eyes flashed with surprise.

"What the hell is this? How did it end up here?" The Heavenly Water Immortal's voice was weak, with a slight tremor at the end.

Yang Kai held his sword horizontally in front of him, the blade reflecting the moonlight with a cold blue hue. His gaze was like a hook, locked onto the corpse: "Be careful—this place is far more dangerous than ordinary evil spirits."

The night wind was still, and although the corpse stood stiffly still, it seemed to be breathing silently. The surrounding air gradually became heavy, as if its temperature and sound had been sucked away, leaving only a viscous, suffocating sense of oppression.

Lin Daochen remained silent for a moment, then raised his hand and took out the purple-gold jade slip, carefully examining the patterns on it in the dim light. The map meandered like a living vein, and several vermilion markings perfectly matched the direction of the scorched earth before him.

"This map... is probably the key to guiding us," he muttered to himself.

The Immortal of Tianshui's throat tightened, and he blurted out, "Then...where is that corpse?"

Lin Daochen tucked the letter into his sleeve, took a deep breath, and said in a low, steady voice, "We have no choice but to try. The answer is most likely ahead."

Yang Kai gritted his teeth, the hilt of his knife creaking under his grip. He clearly sensed something strange lurking in this wasteland—not the stench of blood, not the smell of decay, but a deeper, more duller "smell of death." The three of them strode forward, their footsteps heavy, each step like stepping on a taut drumhead.

In the heart of the ruins, the ancient corpse stood starkly amidst broken pillars and crumbling walls, shattering the deathly silence. Tianshui Xianren's heart tightened, and he asked in a low voice, "This...is this an omen of an impending zombie outbreak?"

Yang Kai bent down to examine it closely, his fingertips hovering half an inch, not daring to touch it, before shaking his head: "No. This is the remains of a cultivator, whose cultivation level was at least at the Heavenly Sensing Realm—it's just that the soul lamp has been extinguished, leaving only an empty shell with its spiritual energy drained."

Lin Daochen's brows furrowed. The surrounding yin energy was like ink seeping into clear water, so thick it was impossible to disperse, as if countless invisible sharp teeth were licking at the hem of his clothes. He warned in a deep voice, "Leave this place immediately. The Loose Cultivator Alliance's eyes and ears have probably already set their sights on us."

As dusk settled, crumbling walls collapsed, jagged gaps appearing where the foundations had crumbled, and the once magnificent palaces and pavilions were now nothing but charred skeletons pointing towards the sky.

The splendor has long been devoured by time, leaving only a forgotten wasteland. The Immortal of Tianshui gazed at the broken walls and ruins, his voice hoarse: "It's too chilling... It's like life has been ripped out, leaving only curses breathing in the cracks between the bricks."

Yang Kai nodded, his gaze sweeping over the strange dark marks in the rubble, his brows furrowing even more: "Lin Daochen is right—there are probably still unseen troubles buried under these ruins."

The three emerged from the edge of the ruins. The night wind suddenly became biting, howling like a mournful cry from a great distance. The Heavenly Water Immortal shuddered and turned to look at Lin Daochen: "You heard that? This wind...something's wrong."

Lin Daochen frowned slightly, his divine sense spreading out like a net. After a moment, he nodded: "There is indeed something unusual. Yang Kai, have you noticed anything?"

Yang Kai closed his eyes and concentrated, then opened them again, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes: "The aura is strange, it's hard to say whether it's a malevolent spirit or a restriction... but we can't delay. Let's find a safe place first, then discuss countermeasures."