To sacrifice future security for fleeting stability is indeed unwise.
However, not breaking through doesn't mean one cannot continue to enhance oneself. Refining the body to its limit is a lengthy process of meticulous effort, and marginal improvements in three dimensions are not obvious in terms of combat power.
Dead Bone's gaze turned to his few core skills.
Wraith Sacred Mountain could still continue to expand—while domains are subject to the restrictions of rules, with an expansion limit, the Holy Mountain has none. As it watched the Holy Mountain slowly spread and rise, as it watched more and more undead beings crawl out from piles of buried bones and carcasses, its heart filled with satisfaction.
But this was still not enough.
It needed to hoard a bit more, and then hoard some more.
Regardless of the size of the undead, each could provide it with power. With the birth of every undead on the Holy Mountain, its sense of security would rise a notch.
