"Indeed, it came from a speck of dust from the Primordial Chaos World, yet it was more than just dust."
Ye Zhuo reached out and scooped up the Ancestral Star.
He sensed the profound Great Dao contained within it, as well as ancient secrets beyond all reckoning.
"This planet is a speck of dust from the Highest World!"
With a single glance from Ye Zhuo, the space and time around him seemed to return to Chaos.
Pangu awoke, holding the Pangu Axe in one hand and a pearl in the other.
That pearl scattered, then became part of the Primordial World after he created heaven and earth.
Yet during the Beast Tribulation, it was scattered to the remote frontiers of the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms.
"Something passed down through generations by Pangu, something that belonged to the Highest World."
Holding the Ancestral Star in his palm, Ye Zhuo finally understood.
The Ancestral Star was the true Chaos Pearl, the true Xi Rang, the true beginning.
The Highest World that Pangu could not return to had once been his homeland as well.
"So, the reason we humans of the Ancestral Star can project the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms into novels, comics, films, television, and games is because all of this truly existed before.
Those are memories Pangu branded into our bloodlines.
We people of the Ancestral Star came from the Highest World. We are all gods who were abandoned and imprisoned."
Ye Zhuo looked at the Ancestral Star, where the humans upon it were also lost and bewildered.
They looked toward the sky, where that enormous eye watched them, blinking like the sun.
"What is that? A god?"
The people spoke in terror.
"Who knows? Is our human world about to be destroyed because of this? Damn