Ning Changge tried to analyze it but only had some clues. Perhaps one day he could help Jin Ling fully develop this innate ability and create his own eye technique.
Seeing Jin Ling reminded Ning Changge of his recent observations of Xiang Yutian's severed limbs.
He summoned the limbs, which floated in the air, wrapped in spiritual power, still containing remnants of the Evil Emperor's true power. On Emei Mountain, Ning Changge had been intrigued by Xiang Yutian's ten-zhang True Demon Body, a fusion of true power and physical body, resembling a Daoist technique.
He had brought the limbs back to Wudang for study. While comprehending the Five Elements Sword Formation, he had also studied the limbs, gaining some insights.
He smiled: "Jin Ling, manifest your true form. Let me observe."
With the Five Elements Sword Formation complete, he could now focus on understanding and creating a physical technique based on the Evil Emperor's path and Jin Ling's physique.
Jin Ling didn't hesitate, instantly manifesting his true form. His nearly three-zhang body should have filled the Sutra Pavilion, but it seemed to touch no ceiling, thanks to spatial restrictions with a hint of the profound.
Ning Changge's understanding of restrictions had deepened. He sat on his Daoist mat, his eyes flashing with spiritual light, carefully observing.
Time passed unnoticed on Wudang Mountain. Since the news of Ning Changge severing the Evil Emperor's limbs spread, his fame grew, bringing a small downside: more old monsters came to challenge him. These Heaven-Man experts, nearing the end of their lives, saw the Heaven-Man Tomb of Wudang as an honor. If they could break through during the challenge, it would be a great gain. If they fell, being buried in the Heaven-Man Tomb, given Ning Changge's fame, would not disgrace them but immortalize them.
Thus, many martial elders climbed Tianzhu Peak. However, few qualified for the Heaven-Man Tomb, only five in total. Most were ordinary Heaven-Man experts, unworthy of the tomb. Fortunately, Jin Ling handled them, sparing Ning Changge the annoyance.
Atop Tianzhu Peak, a fierce battle was underway. Wudang disciples watched, along with disciples of the Beggar Sect. The combatants were none other than the former leader of the Beggar Sect, a legendary figure who had retreated but was still alive, and Jin Ling, the Wudang spiritual monkey.
The booming sounds echoed across Tianzhu Peak. The once withered old man, now with white hair flying, his muscles bulging with qi, had transformed into a mighty warrior.
Dragon roars filled the air, showcasing the Beggar Sect's Dragon Subduing Palms. The old leader had perfected this technique, making him a formidable Heaven-Man expert. Unfortunately, severe injuries had halted his progress to the Land Immortal realm.
Now, nearing the end of his life, he chose this final battle, hoping to break through.
Beggar Sect disciples watched their mighty old leader with mixed emotions. Qiao Feng whispered to Hong Qigong: "Seventh Elder, do you think the old leader can succeed?"
Both were pillars of the Beggar Sect, having been personally guided by the old leader, making him a half-master to them. Hong Qigong, with sorrow in his eyes, shook his head: "The old leader's injuries make it very difficult. The Wudang spiritual monkey's physique is unparalleled, with mysterious abilities I can't fathom. The old leader… probably won't win."
Reluctantly, he admitted that the old leader couldn't surpass the spiritual monkey to meet the legendary Little Immortal. On the battlefield, the spiritual monkey, nearly three zhang tall, was like a small mountain, its strength unmatched. Even the Dragon Subduing Palms, known for their power, struggled against it.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The golden dragon palm force clashed with Jin Ling's body, the dull sounds echoing across Tianzhu Peak. It was clear that Jin Ling had the upper hand. The old leader seemed fierce but was running out of steam.
Song Yuanqiao and the others watched Jin Ling with admiration: "This little monkey has grown stronger! Now, even if the seven of us join forces, we might only fight it to a draw."
Zhang Songxi nodded in agreement: "Since our junior brother comprehended that physical technique, the monkey's progress has been rapid."
Mo Shenggu laughed: "Are you two jealous? Our junior brother said that Jin Ling's innate physique is special, allowing him to access some Daoist techniques early. We have to wait."
He looked carefree, quickly subdued by Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi. The Wudang disciples covered their mouths, laughing, their eyes filled with envy for Jin Ling.
On the battlefield, the old leader's qi was waning. "No Regrets in Subduing the Dragon!"
He roared, unleashing a massive dragon-shaped palm force at Jin Ling. Jin Ling's eyes gleamed, pinpointing the weak spot in the dragon-shaped qi. With a roar, he tore it apart with his hands.
Jin Ling's arms glowed with golden light, his hairs like short daggers, exuding a mystical aura. The old leader felt immense pressure, sighing inwardly, knowing he would fall today. He had hoped to at least defeat the spiritual monkey and meet the Little Immortal, but he had underestimated the monkey's strength.
He took a deep breath, his eyes clearing of despair. Looking at Jin Ling, he spoke with respect: "Jin Ling, it is an honor to fight you. I have no regrets. I heard you have a supreme martial art. May I see it before I die?"
Jin Ling paused, his eyes thoughtful, then nodded slowly. The old leader's face lit up, then grew serious, his qi fully mobilized. The three-zhang-tall spiritual monkey began to change, golden light spreading across its body, star power gathering. In the disciples' shocked eyes, the monkey's body grew rapidly!
Four zhang! Five zhang! Six zhang! In just a few breaths, the monkey's body doubled in size, glowing with golden light like divine armor, blocking out the sky, its presence terrifying.
Tianzhu Peak was filled with the sound of gasps.