Along with those fragmented images from his memories of his previous life.
Meng Chao had seen no fewer than a dozen Origin Warriors.
No matter what grotesque form they had mutated into.
Half-human, half-beast; Stitched Monsters with three heads and six arms; tumors fused together; even colossal fungi.
In the end, they had all resembled some kind of "creature."
But this Origin Warrior, blooming with scarlet radiance deep within the jungle, had evolved its appearance into some kind of layered geometric form.
It was like a crystal cluster deep within an underground spirit vein had come alive, gained the ability to devour its own kind, and piled atop itself.
And within the translucent crystal, there seemed to be gear-like mechanisms crammed inside.
Dozens of gears of varying sizes meshed together with a precision Meng Chao could not comprehend, turning in different directions.
They should clearly have locked one another in place, yet they operated freely, and from the core at the center of the gears surged incomparably powerful Spiritual Energy.
The Spiritual Energy, as though it came from the void, flowed through the dense optical cables inside the crystal that resembled blood vessels and nerves, circulating through its entire body and making the Origin Warrior's exterior bloom with dazzling, magnificent rainbow light.
Beneath the shroud of that magnificent radiance, it kept changing shape, growing seven or eight slender, elongated, razor-sharp crystal spikes from its surface.
Yet it did not condense cold weapons such as sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, poleaxes, hooks, or forks anew.
These crystal spikes either plunged deep into the earth or pierced through the surrounding Mandala Trees. Like the supporting pillars of siege cannons, their purpose was to anchor it firmly in place.
On the side facing Meng Chao, however, two incomparably long crystal pillars protruded from