This Small World was not large.
Its population was not large either.
It had only been a few thousand years since it became a wandering planet.
Were a few thousand years a long time?
For humanity,
it was fairly long.
But from the perspective of a world with supernatural phenomena, this timescale was merely average. The Small World had not experienced many natural or man-made disasters. Its greatest upheaval was probably the death of the top experts stationed in the Small World back then.
As for disasters,
they were the disturbances and slaughter stirred up by the "Evolver Cultivation Project."
Aside from that,
whether it was scattered Vicious Ghosts
or internal strife,
neither had brought too much danger to the world.
Because disasters had been relatively few,
the Small World's history was clear. Even if the various factions fought each other to the death, they were all old acquaintances.
They could not avoid seeing one another.
Everyone knew exactly how much strength the others possessed.
And precisely because of this,
Mountain Ghost's sudden display of terrifying strength far beyond their expectations greatly shook both city gods.
They had been completely unprepared!
And now,
as they said, the wheel of fortune turned.
Mountain Ghost suddenly found itself sympathizing with the feelings of Yan Yishu and the others from earlier.
It had originally believed that it secretly controlled the world.
This world.
No one could hide anything from it.
Those so-called city gods were merely a group of stagnant old bones in the grave, concerned only with petty gains. Those so-called Outer-Realm Demons were merely a pack of panicked stray dogs, capable only of relying on its protection.
If not for the special nature of the depths of Fengyin Mountain, and if it had not been secretly carrying out certain plans,
would