Wen Xian had carefully controlled his attacks on Planet Three. Its surface was a wreck, but its terrain had remained largely intact.
This required not only extraordinary precision, but also considerable physical, spiritual, and mental effort.
Of course, he had not done it to protect the environment. He wanted to extract more information about the insect race.
If he smashed the planet to pieces, tracing back events to uncover information would become much harder.
Besides, the more traces he left, the harder they would be to erase, and the easier it would be for the insect race to find clues.
Precisely because of his caution, most of the temples on the planet had actually survived intact!
One temple was particularly large, covering more than a square kilometer, with a plaza outside spanning roughly ten square kilometers.
It looked a little like the Bird's Nest—the one in Shenzhou.
There were clear traces of out-of-body realm karma within this enormous temple. True Venerable Wen Xian tossed out an array plate and sealed off the site.
The other temples were mostly at the nascent soul realm level and did not warrant much attention.
Next came reading the memories of the nascent soul realm insects. True Venerable Han Li went first.
In fact, aside from Qu Jianlei, who had expended the largest proportion of his reserves, Han Li had exhausted himself the most in this battle.
His field had enveloped half the star system and held two planets immobilized for a considerable time. Even True Venerable Min Ning had marveled at it.
Yet despite his exhaustion, he still insisted on reading the memories himself. Clearly, he was not entirely at peace.
As for the reason, those who knew, knew.
Fortunately, he retained some caution. Rather than choose the insect with the highest cultivation, he