The familiar white mist sprouted from the nutrient vortex.
Silent and unnoticed.
At the same time, the figure standing like a guardian of the hill seemed as if it was ice sealed.
The expression on his face froze, maintaining the moment of pointing towards the New God.
An invisible ripple spread out, and the shadow of the Guardian Hill shattered inch by inch.
Compared to the light dots of purple and Qing, the fall of the Guardian Hill made just a bit more noise.
No longer silently crushed like a bug, it even stirred some ripples in the nutrient vortex.
But that was all.
Still unstoppable, it faded away with the wind.
However, with the blessing of "True Yet False," the Guardian Hill's strength undoubtedly stood at the peak of the Saints.
His final finger pointing in the void ultimately brought some effect to the God.
Causing slight flaws in the originally impenetrable nutrient vortex, this place of divine birth.
