In the valley, atop the ritual altar, the crimson Three-legged Cauldron grew increasingly unable to withstand that terrifying power as the Flesh Tai Sui within shook violently. Thick, long cracks began to spread across its body, and chunks peeled away one after another.
Only when the Three-legged Cauldron completely shattered did those present behold its true form for the first time.
It was something that could only be described as a monster. Amid the dim world and howling winds, it stood out starkly—its body red as jade, bright as blood, warm as the sun, while carrying the vital breath unique to living things. It contracted and swelled, as though breathing.
He—no, it—looked like an exceptionally round sphere, yet its surface was covered in countless tentacles, perhaps hundreds, perhaps thousands. They writhed and flailed densely, enough to make anyone with trypophobia scream aloud.
After shattering the cauldron, the Flesh Tai Sui hovered in the air without any support. Only after more than a dozen breaths did it draw back the countless tentacles extending from its surface, then begin to twist and transform continuously. At times it became a long sword, at times a saber, and at others whips, spears, halberds, axes, and other weapon forms.
As the Flesh Tai Sui shifted, its texture changed without cease as well. Before, it had brimmed with life, like a living creature, like an octopus. Yet once it transformed into a weapon, its surface truly became like a Divine Weapon—cold, hard, and sharp as metal, either slicing through or pressing upon the space around it...
Meng Zhao was greatly shocked. He had only known that after the Flesh Tai Sui was forged into an evil weapon, its power would be immense, capable in some respects of rivaling an Earth-tier Divine Weapon or even a Heavenly