Seeing Sunny's stunned expression, the frail old man paused. He realized the sheer, apocalyptic weight of the truth was difficult to process, even for a god. He decided to continue in a simpler form, breaking down the multiversal hierarchy so Sunny could easily understand the terrifying potential sleeping within his own veins:
"The God Bloodline you have seen so far, these are all normal god bloodlines gotten from normal gods and Beasts, which are the descendants of the Ancient... The Ancient Bloodline is the true pure bloodline in this world, the Leaders of all Bloodlines. Let me explain it to you."
With a gentle wave of his withered hand, the hyper-realistic galaxy projected in the room shifted. Swirling nebulas condensed into vibrant, living worlds, and the ethereal dust formed into the colossal, phantom silhouettes of different creatures—dragons that coiled around stars, and serpents that swallowed the void.
