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

boom--!!!

The earth and sky shook violently.

His figure suddenly soared into the air, and his body erupted with billions of feet of golden light, as blazing as the rising sun.

Countless golden rays of light surrounded him, and in an instant, the entire battlefield was bathed in sacred radiance.

Even more astonishingly, layers upon layers of mysterious Buddhist wheels appeared behind his head, slowly rotating as if containing the true essence of all dharmas.

In an instant, Lin Daochen sensed that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was frantically converging towards the Sweeping Monk.

In comparison, Tongming needs to burn his essence, energy, and spirit to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, which is almost like taking his first steps.

But in Lin Daochen's eyes, this method was still crude.

Borrowed power, no matter how strong, is still external.

Only by truly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into oneself and refining it into one's own spiritual power can one unleash the immense power that reaches the heavens.

That's what it means to be in control of the universe.

With a thought racing through his mind, Lin Daochen began to circulate the "Yin Yang Creation Technique".

boom!!!

In an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into his body like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

The power of heaven and earth that was originally flowing to the Sweeper Monk was instantly depleted.

The sweeping monk's expression changed drastically.

Why are celestial beings on land superior to immortals on land? The key lies in the fact that they can draw upon the power of heaven and earth faster, more abundantly, and more reliably.

I watched Lin Daochen's battle with Tongming just now. Although I knew that he had mastered the art of summoning spirits, I didn't take it to heart.

Who would have thought that this person could absorb the power of heaven and earth at a speed far exceeding that of a terrestrial celestial being like myself!

At this moment, Lin Daochen absorbed spiritual energy as easily as drinking water; it was an unprecedented, almost superhuman, procession.

How could the Sweeping Monk understand? The "power of heaven and earth" he spoke of was actually the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; and Lin Daochen was not a martial arts cultivator, but a true immortal.

The energy that he had to exert all his strength to borrow was nothing more than a basic operation in Lin Daochen's daily cultivation.

In terms of controlling spiritual energy, martial artists are inherently inferior to immortal cultivators.

Just like Tongming, who had died at Lin Daochen's hands, the Sweeper Monk immediately decided to strike first the moment he sensed the loss of spiritual energy!

His eyes flashed like lightning, and his ten fingers rapidly formed hand seals in the air.

In the blink of an eye, a strange hand seal, resembling neither a fist nor a clenched fist, condensed and took shape, radiating boundless Buddhist light and exuding a powerful, oppressive aura.

"Bodhi Subduing Demon Great Wheel Seal"!

This is a unique skill created by the Sweeper Monk. It fuses his true essence, will, and spirit into one, and borrows the power of heaven and earth to communicate with the vast and mighty force in the dark, condensing it into a perfect state, containing the supreme power to suppress all things and crush everything.

"town!"

A sharp shout rang out like thunder, and the sweeping monk unleashed wheel-shaped seals with both palms.

boom--!

Suddenly, the image of the Buddha appeared in the void, accompanied by a low chant of Sanskrit, echoing throughout heaven and earth.

The Bodhi Demon-Suppressing Great Wheel Seal tore through the void, carrying an overwhelming force, and slammed down on Lin Daochen, as if it wanted to crush him and this space into dust.

Faced with such a shocking attack, Lin Daochen did not retreat but advanced, raising his long sword proudly.

boom!!

Thunderous sword energy poured down like a waterfall, slashing densely at the wheel imprint, its ferocity bordering on madness.

bang bang bang-

In an instant, the wheel seal, which was said to be the most solid in Buddhism, shattered inch by inch, exploding in the void with earth-shattering roars. The remaining force swept in all directions, breaking all the vegetation on the mountaintop.

Lin Daochen took a step forward, raising the Heavenly Prison Sword high, its sword intent soaring into the sky.

Rumbling--

Above the sky, a hundred-foot-long pool of lightning suddenly appeared, with purple lightning churning and thunder roaring.

As he slashed down with his sword, a hundred-foot-long bolt of lightning sword energy burst forth, its speed exceeding perception, and in an instant it had already reached the Sweeper Monk!

At the critical moment, the Sweeping Monk's true essence surged, and his Buddhist light surged, instantly condensing into a giant, golden bell that enveloped him.

Bang--!!

The sword energy crashed into the golden bell with a deafening roar, causing the entire Shaoshi Mountain to tremble.

The bell was severely dented, and cracks spread like a spider web.

Click... Click...

The creaking sound was teeth-grinding, and the golden bell teetered precariously.

The sweeping monk's expression changed drastically. He gathered his true energy again and suddenly struck out with his palm, attempting to deflect the sword's momentum with his palm force.

But at this very moment—

The golden bell exploded with a deafening roar!

The remaining force of the thunderous sword energy had not yet dissipated, and it rushed straight towards his palm strike. The two forces collided violently, bursting out with dazzling flames.

Thump thump thump thump—

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and the sweeping monk was sent flying dozens of feet backward before staggering to the ground, leaving deep furrows in his wake.

Everyone stared in horror—his monk's robe was torn in many places, and his exposed skin was covered with charred marks, clearly indicating that he had suffered serious injuries.

The entire room fell silent, then erupted in uproar!

Dao Chen Zhenren's strength is truly astounding!

On the Wudang side, Song Yuanqiao and his companions were overjoyed. Previously, the sudden appearance of such a terrifying old monk at Shaolin had almost suffocated them, leaving them feeling apprehensive.

Seeing that my senior brother was gaining the upper hand, my anxiety finally subsided.

Meanwhile, in the Shaolin camp, Master Kongwen and others were in a state of great confusion, their faces filled with disbelief.

With the patriarch himself present and the Buddha's teachings reaching to the heavens, how could we possibly be at a disadvantage?

"Lin Daochen...how could he be so strong?"

The monks stared intently at the figure holding the sword, their eyes filled with a mixture of anger and fear.

In the arena, the sweeping monk frowned, his face was ashen, and a hint of anger and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

How could a junior like him suppress him to this extent? Absurd!

Before the thought had even finished, Lin Daochen had already leaped forward to attack, his sword light following him like a shadow.

Without much thought, the sweeping monk had no choice but to unleash his true energy to fight.

However, this time, the previous evenly matched situation was no longer present.

Lin Daochen's swordplay became increasingly fierce, his attacks like a tidal wave, forcing the Sweeper Monk to retreat steadily, facing imminent danger.

The defeat seems inevitable.

A cold glint flashed in the sweeping monk's eyes, and with a hardened heart, he made his decision.

Just then, Lin Daochen unleashed another sword strike.

The sweeping monk met the palm strike head-on, using the recoil to abruptly pull back and leap away.

"call--"

Steadying himself up and standing about ten steps away, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Benefactor Lin, if you stop and leave now, today's grudges will be wiped clean."

"Otherwise..." his voice was low, "this humble monk will have no choice but to resort to his last resort and kill you here!"

"No need for further words." Lin Daochen stood with his sword in hand, his tone indifferent. "If you have any special moves, Master, please use them."

Cease hostilities now? What a joke.

He wanted to see what other trouble this old monk could cause.

Upon hearing this, the sweeping monk's eyes turned cold, and he no longer hesitated.

If we fail to kill Lin Daochen today, Shaolin's thousand-year-old foundation will be destroyed!

In this game, only victory is acceptable; defeat is not an option!

He suddenly reached into his robes, took out something, and pressed it against his brow without hesitation!

boom--!!

His true essence erupted, and boundless Buddhist light suddenly burst forth from between his brows, as blazing as the rising sun, instantly illuminating the entire summit of Shaoshi Mountain.

The radiance was more than ten times greater than before.

A cascade of Buddha's light poured down from the sky, while resounding chants echoed beneath the heavens, grand and solemn, as if descending from the ninth heaven.

All eyes were drawn to this strange phenomenon, turning in unison to the sweeping monk's brow—

There, a crystal-clear relic, shimmering with golden light, has quietly been embedded in his forehead, shining brightly.

"Relics of the Patriarch?!"

Kong Wen gasped in shock, his pupils dilating violently.

The "patriarch" he mentioned was not an ordinary high monk, but Bodhidharma, the founder of Shaolin and the creator of the Seventy-Two Arts!

According to the temple's secret records, Bodhidharma passed away a thousand years ago, leaving behind an indestructible relic. However, this relic has never appeared inside the stupa, and even the abbot himself did not know its whereabouts.

Who would have thought it would be hidden in the hands of this old monk!

boom--!

In an instant, a world-destroying aura erupted from the relic and surged into the Sweeper Monk's body. Buddhist light surged, and waves of energy billowed, causing the entire Shaoshi Mountain to tremble slightly.

The oppressive aura swept across the land like a tidal wave. Countless martial arts heroes felt a chill run down their spines, their legs went weak, and they almost collapsed to their knees.

Lin Daochen's eyes suddenly turned cold, his back tensed slightly, and a dangerous intuition pierced him like needles.

The sweeping monk at this moment possessed an overwhelming aura, far surpassing his previous presence. One could tell from his aura alone that he had entered an unprecedentedly terrifying realm.

Without the slightest hesitation, he instantly activated all his spiritual power, condensing his essence, energy, and spirit into a single line, elevating himself to his peak state.

Meanwhile, the Sweeping Monk, feeling the surging power within his body like a vast ocean, was also deeply shaken.

The Bodhidharma Relic is Shaolin's ultimate trump card, which he has guarded for generations, but he has never truly tried to integrate it—unaware of its power, which is so strong!

Now, experiencing it firsthand, I feel as if I have the world at my fingertips and all things bowing down to me.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze filled with compassion yet tinged with murderous intent, and looked calmly at Lin Daochen:

"Benefactor Lin, I offered you a way out just now, but you refused. So, stay here today."

"This summit of Shaoshi Mountain will be your final resting place."

Faced with this chilling killing intent, Lin Daochen remained unmoved, his tone as calm as still water:

"Master, borrowed power is ultimately fleeting. If I'm not mistaken, you can't sustain this state for long."

The sweeping monk chuckled, golden light flashing in his eyes: "Indeed, this power cannot be sustained for long. But killing you... is enough."

Before he finished speaking, he unleashed a palm strike!

Boom—!

The void shattered, and a gigantic golden palm descended from the sky, like the wrathful gaze of Buddha, suppressing all directions. Before the palm even arrived, wind and thunder roared, and space hummed and groaned, as if it could not bear the weight.

The power of this strike far exceeded the sum of all the previous moves.

Lin Daochen's expression changed slightly, his spiritual power surged, and he suddenly unleashed a vast white rainbow sword aura with his longsword to meet the attack.

The sword and palm collided, creating a deafening explosion that shattered the clouds!

But the white sword rainbow was crushed into dust by the golden palm in an instant.

Lin Daochen's eyes turned cold. He rolled up his sleeves and unleashed the Five Elements Spiritual Swords, which transformed into a five-colored sword mountain, forming the "Five Elements Sealing Heaven Sword Formation," layer upon layer, to intercept the remaining force.

boom! boom! boom!

Sword energy surged and exploded in succession, yet the remnants of the golden palm's power remained unstoppable, closing in step by step.

At that very moment, the Sweeping Monk stepped forward, his fist striking out like a dragon, crashing down on the Sword Mountain!

Click—!

The five-colored sword formation shattered instantly, the spirit swords flew backward, and Lin Daochen staggered back several steps, his blood and qi churning.

He immediately brandished his sword and fought again, but within a few moves, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

After merging with the power of the relic, the Sweeper Monk's combat strength soared to an unbelievable level. If Lin Daochen hadn't possessed unparalleled spiritual power and hadn't created his own unique technique to protect him, he would have already been defeated.

As the battle progressed, the pressure piled up like a mountain, and Lin Daochen gradually fell into a passive position, only able to rely on the "Sumeru Lightning Escape" to constantly dodge and maneuver, facing constant danger.

Within the Wudang camp, Song Yuanqiao and the others were terrified.

That was the first time they had seen their senior master forced into such a desperate situation.

"What should we do?" Everyone was pale and extremely anxious, but they were helpless.

This duel has long transcended the realm of ordinary martial arts. Let alone intervening, even getting half a step closer to the battlefield could result in being reduced to ashes.

In the midst of this deathly silence and oppressive atmosphere, Kong Wen suddenly spoke in a loud voice from within the Shaolin formation, his tone chilling:

"Master Song, is your Wudang sect... ready to disband?"

Song Yuanqiao was slightly taken aback, then sneered, "Didn't Abbot Kongwen just say that this bet was made privately by Master Tongming and therefore invalid?"

"Although it was established privately by our founder, our new founder of Shaolin has just acknowledged this agreement, so it is naturally valid."

Kong Wen's expression was solemn, and he spoke in a grand and dignified manner.

But everyone can tell that when you lose, the rules don't apply; but when you're about to win, the rules immediately come out.

Ultimately, it's just an excuse to try and outdo Wudang.