When Li Qingyun was a mortal, he had once heard a saying: Those not of our race must harbor different hearts; even among the same race, there are traitors!
Even between the Twelve Superior Clans, and between the resurrected human race and the Children of the Cosmos, there were endless struggles and friction, let alone when it concerned matters beyond the cosmic domain.
How could the high-and-mighty Eternal Clan treat the "ants" of the First Sequence Ring Chain kindly? No matter how much respect, submission, and reverence the myriad living beings here showed them, Emperor Yin would only consider it all to be taken for granted.
He would still step on you, trample you, and despise you!
They would always remain high above, unwilling to lower their noble heads to bestow any so-called pity upon the weak ants.
To change oneself and alter a distorted world, there was only one path:
Grow continuously stronger!
Strong enough that you could reverse all of this!
Strong enough that you could make even the Eternal Clan hang upon your breath and hail you as king!
"Pity that this poor daoist has no time left. Born in such a Primordial Apocalypse, unable to change all this, I can only wrong myself first, transform into the Eternal Clan, and devise a way to slowly map it out..."
Through a "soul guide," Li Qingyun sighed endlessly, having already vaguely seen through the survival laws of the cosmic domain.
Ahead lay a supreme path that still required desperate struggle and a counter-attack!
In truth, there was no great difference between the world of ants, the grand scale of the cosmic domain, and the worldly ways between them.
Or perhaps the dark forest law of the grand scale had long since permeated into all the major cosmic domains