Holy Ruins Forbidden Ground's Contempt, Timid as a Mouse

Mine Small World.

Zhang Gu, stationed at the center of the Small World, felt increasingly uneasy.

Three years ago, the various Forbidden Grounds had begun madly slaughtering their enemies. Although the flames of war had not spread here, Zhang Gu could not shake the feeling that something was off.

It felt as though he had fallen into an invisible net.

Yet three years had passed, and no matter how he racked his brains, he could not figure out how the Undertaker intended to deal with him.

This Small World lay across an exceptionally crucial location. Anyone with even a shred of sense would not shatter it.

Because if this Small World were shattered, it would trigger extraordinarily grave consequences.

If they did not shatter the Small World, then with Heaven's Mandate empowering him here, cultivators whose strength was not much different from his were simply no match for him.

Even if the Undertaker invited more powerful beings, he still had the option of fleeing.

In such a desolate place, those powerful beings would not remain stationed forever. Once they left, he could easily sneak back.

So long as he did not voluntarily Unseal Heaven's Mandate, this world would belong to him forever.

Suppose the worst truly happened, and the Undertaker used some despicable method to capture him.

With this world's Heaven's Mandate upon him, the Undertaker would not dare kill him either.

After all, if Heaven's Mandate accidentally shattered, the world that had given birth to it would suffer an enormous shock.

This Small World was not like those Great Worlds outside. Once something went wrong, the world would collapse in the blink of an eye.

With the fear of breaking the vessel to catch the rat, the Undertaker should not dare touch him!

Buzz!

As Zhang Gu was speculating