Goddess Form of the Guardian

As the energy infusion ceased, the violent tremors within the divine temple subsided.

The massive spatial rift tearing through the sky above began to slowly close.

The colossal phantom of the Demon Realm Dragon, after letting out a long, drawn-out dragon's roar, dissolved into countless dark golden light spots that vanished into nothingness.

However, the atmosphere inside the hall did not lighten; instead, it became steeped in another, indescribable pressure.

Aki still floated three feet above the ground.

Her original ethereal and sacred aura, befitting a Saintess from the Hidden Land of Gods, had undergone a qualitative leap.

That aura had become incredibly ethereal, transcending mortal understanding of "qi" and transforming into something akin to a grand, celestial being.

Behind her, the phantom of a colossal Ancient Hydrangea Tree silently took shape.

The tree had no physical form, constructed entirely from pure purple luminescence. Its branches were lush and full, and countless glowing vines dangled and swayed in the void, illuminating the entire central control room like a dreamlike divine realm.

Neba did not rise. His forehead was pressed tightly against the dark green Crystal Floor Tiles, his entire body in the most humble posture of prostration.

The moment this pressure swept over him, the little Kami Dende completely lost the strength to stand.

His fair cheeks flushed crimson, his legs went weak, and he instinctively knelt down, hands on the ground, not daring to even take a breath.

Piccolo, on the other hand, fared even worse.

His proud self-esteem and long-honed Martial Artist discipline caused Piccolo to tense every muscle in his body the instant the pressure descended.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his neck, attempting to resist this command for submission that came from the depths of his soul.

His body was hunched, his legs trembled,