Crash!
The surge of river water in the mist should have brought a pleasant experience.
But at this moment, all that the gods and the Divine felt was shock, their souls trembling.
On those inter-planar battlefields nearly breaking the boundless mystery, whether chaotic, neutral, or orderly camps, all life forms paused.
They simultaneously raised their heads, gazing at the starry sky.
The weak cannot see the full picture, no, it should be said that there is no existence capable of perceiving the complete scene unfolding.
Even a Dominator-level God can only glimpse a part.
Involuntarily, their gazes cast towards the deepest part of the boundless mystery, mist swirling and concealing everything, illusory and reflecting the complete boundless mystery, the "river water" began to slowly flow out, with countless threads of black destiny weaving through.
In this moment, every observer felt a surge of "powerlessness."
