The world's barriers are weakening...

This news made Meng Yi unable to sit still any longer, and he went straight to the Holy City Research Lab.

He needs to make his own judgment.

The top floor of the research lab has a spacious enough area to be used for various ritual experiments.

The goddess of nature stood beside him, watching the various colors of light intertwine to form intricate patterns on the empty ground.

As Meng Yi's spiritual energy slowly flowed out, a hazy, illusory portal quickly took shape.

As a deity who holds the authority of rituals, he can perform ritual magic that is extremely complex in the eyes of others with great ease.

If he hadn't placed such importance on the upcoming action, he wouldn't have needed such a large venue.

Whoosh~

Through the illusory portal, the sound of the seawater lapping against the waves seemed somewhat ethereal.

The ceremony held by Meng Yi is a communication with the ocean of the real world.

A small, illusory door cannot allow him to glimpse the "whole picture" of the real world, but he can use the sea to "observe".

In the ocean of the real world, several giant eyes formed by water currents began to emerge.

The giant eye looked around and took in everything.

The real world has indeed changed.

Meng Yi's heart sank.

As far as the eye could see, the original nothingness was gone; against the backdrop of pitch-black nothingness, wisps of vibrant colors began to appear.

Compared to the vastness of the real world, they are exceptionally sparse, like fish swimming or colorful insects constantly wriggling...

Whether fast or slow, it leaves a long trail.

It looks quite dreamy.

But this dreamlike quality reminded Meng Yi of the past... those writhing splendors hidden behind layers of nothingness.

It looks as if a part of it has been split off from those dazzling colors.

"These tiny seeds will have the opportunity to grow into new individuals in the future."

A gentle female voice reached Meng Yi's ears.

It doesn't come from the real world, but from the real world.

It should be the true form of the goddess of nature.

The giant eye began to adjust its direction, searching for the source of the sound.

Soon, Meng Yi discovered a giant tree.

Compared to before, it has shrunk by almost half, but in Meng Yi's view, it is still as huge as a mountain.

However, the giant tree now looks particularly eerie.

The tender green buds were mixed with blood, and occasionally you could see various bloody and mangled limbs pretending to be branches. On the surface of the trunk, there was an unidentified tissue that resembled human meridians, with red and white intertwined.

The top of the lush canopy was covered with all sorts of fruits, twisted fleshy fruits dripping with sticky blood.

Natural disasters surround the giant tree, raging relentlessly...

Although it fits the image of the gods in this world, is "Good Sister" finally letting go of her pretense?

Meng Yi was slightly puzzled and asked:

"A new individual?"

"Yes, new individuals. It has been a long time since any new individuals have been born in the real world, which began thirty years ago."

As it answered, flesh and blood rapidly covered the surface of the giant tree.

A "female giant" with a wooden skeleton appeared before Meng Yi.

Her long dress was made of a mixture of hurricane-swept flames, water, and yellowish-brown dust, while her hair was adorned with thousands of flowers.

Her appearance was exactly the same as "Meng Ran", but unlike the gloom that "Meng Ran" inadvertently revealed, she looked particularly "full" and "sunny".

It was an intensely rich sense of life, like a flower about to bloom.

“Brother…we are all children of the real world.”

The towering goddess of nature sighed softly, and with a slight reach of her hand, she grasped a vibrant hue in her palm.

Then, she slowly handed it to the giant eye on the ocean surface, explaining:

“Brother, we were both born directly from the Real World. In who knows how long, this seed will grow into the special existence you speak of.”

In the palm of a fair hand lay a bright red "seed" about the size of a quail egg. It looked restless and throbbed as if a heart was beating.

The goddess of nature casually tossed it out, and the "seed" began to wander irregularly in the void once again.