Under the Throne Are All Ants

The superiority and inferiority in the world are never determined by the way of heaven, only the strong ones hold the world in their hands. I step on bones as steps, drink blood to forge the edge, overthrow orthodoxy, and crush illusion. The so-called benevolence, justice and morality are just excuses for the weak to beg for mercy; Those famous and righteous families are all sacrifices waiting for my slaughter. The world fears me, hates me, curses me to fall into the abyss, I will let these three realms and six realms become my purgatory. Everlasting hegemony, thousands of miles of territory, All living beings prostrate themselves, and all spirits bowed their heads. Under the throne, everyone is an ant.