The strong prey on the weak. Inequality is something you're born into.
That was the norm across the myriad worlds.
But he was a person.
He could accept standing in a corner like a lackey. He could accept being ignored.
What he could never accept was being treated as less than human by those Heaven's Chosen of the myriad worlds.
Too many of them truly saw people as nothing more than ants, pigs, or dogs.
Just like when he once knelt before Liu Wuji, begging only for a chance to join the Heaven Dao Society.
If Liu Wuji had never intended to recruit him, he could've simply refused at the start.
Even after kneeling, so long as Liu Wuji had honored his word, he wouldn't have hated him so much.
But instead, Liu Wuji made him kneel, then turned him away, mocking him as a dog unworthy of joining.
That was pure humiliation, treating him like a dog for amusement.
And the Tang clan was the same.
After digging out Tang Xingyu's Chaos Bone, they dumped her in a dog yard, forcing her to fight dogs for scraps.
That was also not treating people like people.
'The Sui Emperor has already fallen. I can't compare with him. But if the starry sky is dark, I'm willing to be just a tiny spark of fire.'
Yang Cheng thought silently, 'This spark isn't to shine upon all the myriad worlds, but only to light up the small space beside me.'
The moment those thoughts formed, the Square Inch Realm trembled.
It was as if the world itself acknowledged his will.
In the next instant, Yang Cheng felt his spiritual power link to the four small stars around him in an unseen bond.
A strong intuition struck him at once: through those stars, he could summon people who shared his will into this Square Inch Mysterious Realm.
He hesitated briefly. He didn't summon all four at once.
Instead, he chose two, deciding to observe before doing more.
He focused his spiritual power on two of the stars.
Hum!
At once, both stars shone bright.
Moments later, a figure appeared upon one star.
"Where is this place?"
The man looked around sharply, eyes full of wariness.
Yang Cheng turned his gaze toward him.
He saw a striking young man clad in purple-gold armor, long silver hair falling to his shoulders, his bearing fierce and heroic.
Almost at the same moment, the other star flared with light.
There stood a woman dressed as a man, her appearance refined, like a noble son wandering the world.
The two looked at each other first. Then, sensing something, they both turned their eyes toward the central star.
There, another figure stood.
But unlike them, this figure was wreathed in mist, its form completely obscured.
They couldn't see the face or body clearly.
More than that, an endless, world-crushing pressure radiated from this mist-shrouded person, as if that person was the world itself.
In that moment, no matter how experienced the two usually were, their hearts surged with waves of shock.
Dragged into such a mysterious place without warning, then facing such an existence—staying calm was impossible.
In mere instants, countless emotions flickered in their eyes—panic, suspicion, dread, fear.
But what they didn't know was that Yang Cheng's heart was equally turbulent.
Because who had he just seen?
That purple-gold armored, silver-haired young warrior—he was none other than Luo Yunxi, the future Crimson Bright Heaven's War God.
The Primordial Chaos Divine Realm held 33 heavens and thousands of ancient domains.
Crimson Bright Heaven was one of them.
Four hundred years from now, Luo Yunxi would die in battle as a Realm God, giving his life to defend Crimson Bright Heaven from demons.
But even now, his cultivation was formidable. He might not yet be a Martial True God, but he was already close.
Yang Cheng never expected the Square Inch Mysterious Realm to be this powerful, able to pull in someone of that level.
As for the woman, he didn't recognize her.
But with Luo Yunxi here, she clearly couldn't be ordinary either.
Despite the storm inside, Yang Cheng's expression stayed calm.
He smiled faintly, lowering his voice into a deep, gravelly tone: "The Square Inch Mysterious Realm."
Here, he was the master.
So he altered his voice deliberately, making it sound ancient and hoarse.
"Square Inch Mysterious Realm?"
Luo Yunxi and the disguised woman both frowned, eyes still clouded with doubt.
"There's no need to panic. This place holds no danger."
Yang Cheng said calmly, "You can treat this as nothing more than a strange experience. When it's over, you'll return safely to your own bodies."
Those words eased Luo Yunxi and the woman's tension a little.
The figure before them didn't seem like some sinister god.
Of course, they couldn't be careless either. Many evil gods loved disguises. Vigilance was still necessary.
"Senior, was it you who summoned us here?" the woman asked curiously.
"Indeed."
Yang Cheng smiled.
"Then may I ask what instructions senior has for us?" she continued.
"It's not about giving orders," Yang Cheng said. "This is just a gathering."
"A gathering?"
Both Luo Yunxi and the woman were startled.
"There's no hierarchy here, no superior or inferior," Yang Cheng said. "The only reason you stand here is because you share the same will as I do."
"The same will…"
Their expressions shifted with surprise.
"My will is to live freely, unbound and unrestrained. Could it be, senior, yours is the same?" the woman asked with a smile.
Yang Cheng shook his head. "You think that's your will, but that only means you haven't yet recognized your true heart."
The woman froze, a bit confused.
"Senior, then what will do you speak of?" Luo Yunxi asked.
"To live like a human being."
Yang Cheng's words stunned them both.
To live like a human?
At first, it sounded almost like a joke.
Their identities weren't the most exalted under the heavens, but they had long since surpassed the vast majority of mortals.
Now Yang Cheng told them their truest will was simply to live as people?
Yet the moment they wanted to refute, the words caught in their throats.
Because in that instant, countless memories rose in their hearts.
Maybe when facing those equal or lesser than themselves, they could stand tall, like people.
But what about when standing before those higher, nobler, stronger?
Had they never once thought of lowering their heads? Of bowing and currying favor?
"It seems you both agree with me," Yang Cheng said with a faint smile. "Since we are kindred spirits, there's no need for senior or junior here. You may call me—Suihuo."
The two immediately understood.
"I am Changyue," Luo Yunxi said.
"I am Liuli," the woman said.
"This place is cut off from heaven's secrets. Even an Ancestral God cannot peer within."
Yang Cheng's voice was calm, almost casual. "Here, you may speak freely. You may even trade freely."
His confidence came naturally from the system.
The Square Inch Source Seed was the most weighty reward the system had ever acknowledged.
And his Square Inch Mysterious Realm had been born of fusing two Source Seeds. Of course he trusted it absolutely.
Hearing this, both Luo Yunxi and the woman's eyes brightened.
Their gazes toward Yang Cheng now carried a deeper reverence.
Even an Ancestral God cannot peer in?
Such words were arrogant beyond measure. Yet his tone was so level, as if it was the most ordinary fact.
Then they recalled—this mysterious being had dragged them here across untold distance with ease.
An astonishing thought struck them both.
Could Lord Suihuo actually be an Ancestral God-level powerhouse?
At the very least, surely a Vast God.
With that possibility in mind, they actually felt more at ease.
Because if such a towering existence truly meant to plot against them, why would he bother with all this?