Any species that had narrowly escaped the Guardian's apocalyptic calamity seemed to have received help from the Starry Sky People. Those Ancient Lives from the depths of the stars were shrouded in mystery. To this day, Hao Ren had found no reliable historical records or ruins concerning the Starry Sky People in the Dream Plane. He neither knew where those beings of light had come from nor what form their society and civilization took. He did not even understand their language or writing. The only thing he could confirm was that these beings possessed extraordinarily advanced technology and were quite familiar with the Creation Goddess—otherwise, they could never have fought the mad Guardians after the Goddess's fall.
"The golden disc was brought by them?" Hao Ren stroked his chin, feeling that the secrets surrounding the Starry Sky People were growing more numerous by the moment. "Where did they find that artifact...? Before the Founding Star exploded, the golden disc should have been in the divine kingdom."
"Muru once mentioned a special group called the Ancient Ones. Supposedly, they were an ancient race that had already been living in this universe before the Creation Goddess created living beings." Vivian suddenly recalled a few details. "We didn't ask about it carefully at the time. Could the Ancient Ones be the Starry Sky People?"
Hao Ren gave a grunt and turned to the old man. "What happened afterward? Once you began your journey, were the Starry Sky People still with you?"
"Supposedly, they stayed with us for the first few centuries of the voyage. Those beings of light lived in the ark's navigation cabin," the old man said shakily. "But after some years, they confirmed that the artifact had begun working, so they left, perhaps to help other survivors. Our fleet continued onward,