This is a world where mortals are belittled to the extreme.
It is also a world where the path of ascent for men is utterly suppressed.
A soul from another world, having experienced two lifetimes, arrived in this world.
An unyielding person encountered an almost insurmountable chasm and natural moat.
The miniature garden offered temporary ease, allowing one to deceive themselves into living as a human.
Outside lay the risk of being crushed, along with the reality of being an insect that could no longer be ignored.
Kneeling or death-this was the first choice to be faced in this world. Sometimes, there was not even a choice; it was kneeling and death.
Humiliation was sometimes accompanied by sincere affection, sometimes by pure abuse; the difference between them was not something to be explained to outsiders.
But the premise was, in one's own heart, do not voluntarily kneel.
Otherwise, this game would lose its meaning.
Oh, right, use "the Nine-Colored Cloud" technique to burn the next target sect, then extract their souls.
------Spoken helplessly by Liu Tongming, the Junzi of Hengyang, the first male cultivator in history to reach the Unity realm, on an unknown occasion of being toyed with by his own harem-companions, all Unity realm cultivators, between their fingers and toes, to said harem.