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The Damo Ancient Temple is located halfway up the mountain, backed by a cliff and facing a wide valley.

The temple was small, and half of the mountain gate had collapsed. The few broken plaques on the lintel had been eroded by wind and rain so much that their original colors were no longer visible.

Large sections of the plaster on the wall have peeled off, revealing the adobe bricks and gravel underneath.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, and a few old locust trees leaned against the corner of the wall, their branches cracked, their age unknown.

As Luo Tian walked up the mountain path, he saw a figure standing in the courtyard from afar.

The man was hunched over, wearing a faded gray monk's robe, and holding a broom, sweeping the floor.

The broom made a soft, rustling sound as it swept across the stone surface, its rhythm gentle and unhurried.

Luo Tian stopped outside the courtyard gate. The man was still sweeping the ground, seemingly unaware that someone had arrived.

As you sweep from left to right, after sweeping one leaf, a few more will appear on the ground.

He seemed not to see the newly fallen leaves and continued sweeping from left to right.

The movements were repetitive and mechanical, as if they had been going on for a very long time, so long that they no longer needed to think.

Luo Tian stepped into the courtyard, and the moment his foot touched the stone steps, the sweeping monk paused for a moment.

Then the person raised their head, and their eyes met.

Those eyes lacked the cloudiness one would expect from an elderly person; they were like two bottomless pools of water.

You can't see any emotion in it, only a calm that has been accumulating for too long.

His gaze fell on Luo Tian, ​​without surprise or hostility, he simply watched quietly.

The two were less than ten feet apart. A few leaves on the ground were swept up by the wind and fell back to their original positions.

The sweeping monk loosened his broom, but it didn't fall over; instead, it stood upright on the ground.

He straightened up, his hunched back gradually unfolding, smoothing out the wrinkles on his gray monk's robe.

At that moment, his aura changed, and a powerful spiritual energy surged from his body, spreading outward like an invisible wave of energy.

The fallen leaves on the ground were swept away, forming a circular blank area, and the locust tree branches in the corner trembled slightly.

Luo Tian did not retreat. He raised his hand and swept it in front of him, flattening the hem of his robe with a strong wind. Fine cracks appeared on the stone slabs at his feet, and the cracks quickly extended to the area under his feet.

In an instant, the two moved at the same time. Luo Tian thrust forward with his left hand, his fingertips condensing a layer of dark golden spiritual light, aiming straight for the Sweeper Monk's brow.

This finger strike was delivered at a tricky angle, as if testing the waters, but it was no less forceful than expected.

The sweeping monk dodged to the side, and at the same time pushed out a palm, the palm wind pressing down on Luo Tian's chest.

Luo Tian changed his fingers into a palm and caught the palm with his backhand. The moment their palms collided, a muffled thud exploded.

The stone slab beneath their feet shattered simultaneously, sending fragments flying in all directions.

The old locust tree nearby trembled, and the leaves on its crown fell in a flurry.

After their first clash, neither of them showed any sign of stopping.

The Sweeper Monk's moves were extremely simple: palm strikes, fist strikes, finger strikes, and elbow strikes, each short and powerful, without any superfluous movements or fancy feints.

Luo Tian's response was equally swift: sidestepping, blocking, and counterattacking. His movements were small, but each one effectively blocked the opponent's attack.

The two figures moved quickly in the courtyard, the stone steps shattered, and the cracks in the ground spread from a few to a spider web-like pattern.

Dust rose and fell, and the air was filled with the smell of stone powder and dust.

After the second collision, the sweeping monk stopped in place, a corner of his robe being lifted by the strong wind before falling back down.

Luo Tian took more than ten steps back, his heels scraping a deep mark on the bluestone ground before he could finally steady himself. His right hand was slightly numb.

Luo Tian looked down at his palm, and the spiritual light in his palm dimmed for a moment.

The Sweeper Monk's cultivation level is not right. Under the suppression of Earth's Heavenly Dao, the upper limit of the strength of all foreign cultivators and local cultivators is suppressed to the peak of the Integration stage.

But the force with which the Sweeper Monk attacked just now clearly exceeded that range.

His spiritual power was profound and pure, showing no signs of being suppressed.

That's the level of the Tribulation Transcending stage, a genuine early stage of the Tribulation Transcending stage, without any exaggeration.

Luo Tian was only at the peak of the Integration stage. Although he could unleash the combat power of the early Mahayana stage by borrowing the foundation of an Immortal Emperor, he was still a whole major realm short.

The higher one's cultivation level, the more difficult it becomes to suppress those who cross realms.

"You were not suppressed."

Luo Tian's sharp eyes locked onto the Sweeper Monk, watching his every move.

The sweeping monk looked at him but did not answer.

He clasped his hands together, and a layer of dark golden light emerged from his body, spreading along his arms and enveloping his entire body.

His figure expanded in the light, his robes billowed out, and his aura surged once more.

It climbs from the early stage of the tribulation to the middle stage, and then steadily stops at the late stage.

He used the Dharma of Heaven and Earth, and a golden Arhat phantom appeared from behind him.

His skin was as if cast from bronze and iron, and his two large, bright eyes shot out beams of light, sweeping across the opposite side.

Luo Tian did not hesitate, and the Emperor Soul within his body trembled slightly.

Golden light emanated from between his brows and coalesced into a gigantic phantom behind him.

Wearing an imperial crown and robes, and wielding an imperial sword, his illusory figure was several meters tall.

His face was exactly the same as Luo Tian's, with an indifferent air about him looking down on the world.

The imperial aura spread out, forming an invisible barrier that withstood the pressure released by the sweeping monk.

The air between the two became thick, and the space felt compressed.

The pebbles on the ground began to float, inch by inch, leaving the ground and drifting in mid-air.

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