It was the divine power Ning Changge had just comprehended from observing Xiang Yutian—the Five Elements Aspect!
Or rather, a single finger of the Five Elements Aspect.
If Ning Changge were to fully manifest the power of the Aspect, his entire body would transform into a colossal figure, with boundless power. But the Golden Wheel wasn't worth such an effort. A single finger was enough.
The massive finger, glowing with the light of the Five Elements, pressed down on the golden fist imprint.
A deafening explosion rang out, and the golden dragons and elephants accompanying the fist were instantly crushed, shattered into countless fragments of golden light.
The Five Elements light then surged forward, swallowing everything in its path.
Though the power of the finger had diminished, it still carried an unstoppable force as it pressed down on the Golden Wheel.
The crowd held their breath.
Ning Changge's attacks were always awe-inspiring. Every divine power he used was a visual spectacle.
Only the Golden Wheel remained solemn. He clasped his hands together, chanting sutras as his body radiated light. Dragons and elephants formed around him, filled with divine power, charging toward the massive finger.
The sound of explosions echoed like thunder as the dragons and elephants were crushed one by one.
With each dragon or elephant that was destroyed, the Golden Wheel's face grew paler, and he took a step back.
A total of thirty-three dragons and elephants soared into the sky.
Only then was the Five Elements Aspect's finger finally dissipated.
The Golden Wheel had retreated thirty-three steps, his face as pale as gold paper, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Lin Chaoying remained silent.
She had always prided herself on her unparalleled talent, but witnessing this battle made her realize how small her world had been. She had been living in the Tomb of the Living Dead, unaware of the true state of the world. From the murmurs of the Quanzhen disciples, she had learned who this young Daoist was.
"Wudang's Little Immortal… He truly is like a living immortal!"
Her eyes were filled with awe.
This was the first time she had heard Ning Changge's name, and everything she saw had left a profound impact on her. As for Li Mochou, she was even more stunned, her wide eyes staring blankly.
The scene was eerily quiet.
The Golden Wheel felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
But his gaze remained resolute.
"Death is all that remains!"
He whispered to himself. His Dragon Elephant Buddha Body radiated light once more, and his entire being seemed like an ancient dragon-elephant, charging forward with overwhelming force.
This time, he was ready to fight to the death, his body rushing toward Ning Changge.
Ning Changge remained seated on the Daoist platform, his expression calm. His eyes gleamed with insight as he observed the Dragon Elephant Buddha Body, studying the Golden Wheel's path.
Though the Golden Wheel was powerful, his path was one of forced enlightenment through the Secret Sect's rituals and the merging of relics. His path lacked any profound originality.
Still, it wasn't without value to Ning Changge.
"I already possess two of the Samadhi True Fires—the True Fire of Vital Energy and the True Fire of the Primordial Spirit. All that remains is the True Fire of Essence, which burns the essence of the body. It must come from the physical body itself."
"Today, I will complete the triad of true fires using you."
A flash of realization crossed Ning Changge's mind. He had once used true fire to burn the bodies of the unnamed monk and Kongwen's Buddha body on Tianzhu Peak. Now, burning the Golden Wheel's Buddha body would complete the set.
As the Golden Wheel charged toward him, Ning Changge flicked his fingers.
A blue and a white flame transformed into two dragons, surging forward with far greater power than before.
The Golden Wheel, who had been charging with great momentum, let out a startled cry and immediately retreated.
Even from a distance, he could feel his Buddha body and soul trembling.
The True Fire of Vital Energy burned true energy, and the True Fire of the Primordial Spirit burned the soul.
Though the Dragon Elephant Buddha Body focused on the physical body, it couldn't withstand the burning of these two true fires.
Under the crowd's astonished gaze, the golden light of the dragons and elephants was reduced to ashes by the fiery dragons. The Golden Wheel punched and struck with all his might, but each time, he was forced back.
Step by step, he retreated.
Finally, the two fiery dragons encircled him.
He sat down, his Dragon Elephant Buddha Body radiating Buddha light, and the sound of chanting sutras echoed through the sky. He was preparing to endure the flames.
The fiery dragons roared, coiling around him like chains, wrapping tightly around the Dragon Elephant Buddha Body. The two forces began to clash.
The Golden Wheel's eyes bulged, his face twisted in agony. The pain of the true fires burning him was unbearable, and he couldn't help but let out a low growl.
He could feel his true energy evaporating. The blue flame was like an invisible demon, instantly dissolving any true energy it touched.
The white flame was equally terrifying.
Earlier, when the white flame had barely touched him, he had felt his Buddha mind weaken, and his brain had been wracked with pain, as if his soul were being torn apart.
He had to devote sixty percent of his energy to resisting the white flame.
Only now did he realize that the two true fires had not been at full power when they had been holding him back earlier.
Sweat poured from his forehead, only to be instantly evaporated. His low growls of pain sent chills down everyone's spines. If a Land Immortal-level living Buddha couldn't endure the pain, it was impossible to imagine how excruciating it must be.