"Comprehending the source divine laws of the myriad worlds was even more difficult. They seemed like a vast ocean, surging and boundless; like a starry cosmos, immense and infinite. Their bodies were like worlds, bearing the power of billions upon billions of stars.
The Ancestral Gods possessed vast divine might. With a flip of the hand, they summoned clouds; with another, they brought rain. They ruled over all worlds and things. Their power could shake heaven and earth, casually causing suns and moons to sink and shatter, bringing destruction to the heavens and the fall of stars with a single thought.
The power of an Ancestral God could destroy countless galaxies, vast starfields, endless stars, and even worlds themselves, withering all things and returning them to their primordial chaotic state. They also possessed the ability to open heaven and earth, evolving the myriad worlds anew.
Ancestral Gods did not die through ten thousand tribulations, nor perish through the ages, and were difficult to decay even through Myriad Ages. So long as a trace of life remained, they could be reborn. They were exceedingly difficult to truly kill.
The death of an Ancestral God was not necessarily an end; it might be a new beginning.
Even if they fell, their flesh completely lost and their divine soul destroyed, leaving behind only a shattered fragment of spiritual awareness, they still possessed unimaginable heaven-defying methods.
Ancestral Gods could not be fathomed. Unless one reached that realm, one could never truly understand the might of an Ancestral God.
Even Half-Ancestors could not know where Ancestral Gods fought, much less the scale of their battles. It was impossible to fathom such clashes or judge who was stronger or weaker. They could only sense an indescribable oppressive feeling, unable to catch even a trace of the