Meng Chao continued forward.
What the next "bas-relief" depicted was rather strange.
If the previous bas-reliefs had at least made it possible to roughly tell what the Ancient Turan People had been thinking and doing...
Then the contents of this bas-relief were baffling, even hair-raising.
In the bas-relief, with the Summit of the Holy Mountain as the backdrop, countless Turan Orcs knelt on the ground in worship.
Yet the object of their worship was neither some god nor the spaceship that had carried them across the cosmos to this planet, but a colossal pillar that propped up heaven and earth.
No, calling it a "pillar" was not quite accurate.
It was clearly an incomparably enormous cylindrical lifeform.
Tentacles covered the thing that could barely be called its torso, which had a diameter of thirty to fifty meters.
Suction cups covered the tentacles.
Sharp fangs filled the suction cups.
Amid the wildly dancing tentacles were scattered the limbs of countless creatures—powerful claws from jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards; hooves as hard as iron from Barbarian Bulls, wild boars, Giant Elephants, and warhorses; wings used by hawks and falcons to soar through the skies; even the slender, elongated, incomparably sharp blade limbs of insects and arthropods.
There were heads as well as limbs.
This immensely bizarre giant creature seemed to possess a hundred heads—lion heads, tiger heads, wolf heads, bull heads, elephant heads, and naturally the heads of birds, rodents, arthropods, and even insects.
Every head had been fused onto the cylindrical torso, which expanded and contracted as it constantly writhed, in a way that made one's scalp prickle.
As the torso trembled, all the heads turned together. From time to time, they opened their blood-filled maws and let out shrill, clamorous howls, even tearing and biting at one another.
And there