Under He Ao's gaze, the skin on his hand gradually took on a jade-like quality, revealing textures interwoven like wood and machinery. Faint Purple Radiance slowly seeped out from beneath his skin.
Even the calm air floating above his hand seemed to begin writhing at that moment, as though some bizarre and grotesque existence were stretching its limbs out from the deepest depths of the void.
The ground beneath He Ao's feet, which had been gradually closing together, also began to squirm, as though twisted flesh were about to grow from the earth. Yet the shape of that writhing flesh lacked the softness of ordinary flesh, instead displaying the rigidity of some solid material.
On the surface of the earth, the withered, charred blades of grass also seemed to regain their "vitality."
But no fresh green shoots emerged from them. Instead, purple, jade-like leaves sprouted one after another, and beneath the surface of those leaves, a mechanical glow could vaguely be seen flowing.
He Ao turned his hand over.
The radiance emerging from beneath his skin gradually receded, and the jade-like skin slowly lost its color, returning to its original appearance, close to human flesh.
If the earlier transformation had continued spreading outward, He Ao's body would have completely mutated into an enormous thing of wood and machinery, glimmering with jade-like luster, something even he himself could not comprehend.
There were obvious "weaving" structures within it, as well as threads extending from solidified fate, but they accounted for only a small portion of the overall structure.
This was his "Mythological Form."
Or rather, his Mythological Form while in the Rank A mythological state of Super Memory.
This form somewhat resembled the Fate Spinning Wheel, yet it also seemed fused with other things. Its complexity was several orders of magnitude greater