Whether it was in those barren Small Thousand Worlds.
Among the tiny, insignificant clumps of grass, where the weak were prey to the strong.
A lizard, its body barely a finger long, was already the apex predator.
All sorts of little insects.
Plants, grasshoppers, locusts, and spiders formed a small, fragile food chain.
And as that cycle expanded a little.
The concept rose to the level of human civilization.
Amid the forces of the strong preying on the weak, humans needed the attribute of order to develop better.
Thus, mortal civilization gave rise to social order.
But once Cultivators appeared.
Social order seemed to begin changing from its original state, where control had been relatively light, or at least not particularly autocratic or monopolistic.
Without an absolute advantage in power to suppress others, no one dared to offend an entire social class beyond all reconciliation.
Because lacking an absolute advantage in power meant that.
Even if one stood beneath a single person and above ten thousand!
Even if over ten thousand people guarded one's every arrival and departure.
Even if one woke with the power of the world in one's hands,
And possessed the greatest wealth in the world and the like.
There was still one subject one could never escape.
Death.
For mortals, death involved no such thing as Guixu.
And in the vast majority of worlds, the consequences of death were actually different.
After all, most Ganges-Sand Worlds were merely grains of dust in the Chaos Sea. More precisely, they did not even qualify as dust.
Because they were bubbles that could burst at any moment.
It was difficult for life to arise in worlds like these.
But once life did arise.
It would generally be a being of the same type as the world will. For example.