Their father exchanged a knowing glance with their mother before his expression softened into a gentle smile. "Ah, my curious little warrior, as magnificent as the Grand Eternal may be, it still stands as a stepping stone to something even more extraordinary." His voice took on the tone he used when sharing particularly precious knowledge. "You see, while Grand Eternal may bend the laws of time and space, there exists a realm where reality itself submits to will and intention."
He paused, letting the anticipation build as his children leaned forward eagerly. "And finally," his voice grew quieter, though no less animated, "we reach the highest of the Five Realms—the Celestial Plains." There was a subtle shift in his storytelling tone, as if recalling something from memory rather than reciting from teachings. "Here, reality itself bends to the will of its rulers: the Four Primordial Lords."