The entire Corpus Space was a vast treasure trove of history. Even though Hao Ren had no idea what kind of ruin this place was at first, his two years of practiced tomb-raiding skills and extensive experience recovering corpses still allowed him to sniff out its research value. That was why he had formulated a relatively cautious and safe plan of action. His instincts told him that these shabby-looking palaces were hiding secrets, and that he had to preserve them as much as possible. That was why he had suppressed the urge to deploy the Giant Turtle Rock Platform and other large-scale weapons of mass destruction.
The Demon Lord's Army was more than enough to handle this incident. Besides, thanks to the sturdiness of the Corpus ruins themselves, the battle between the army's soldiers and the Demon Hunters would not damage anything here. But things would be different if the Giant Turtle Rock Platform and the armed drones joined the fight.
As it turned out, the caution born of that instinct had been justified.
The Demon Hunters had devoted themselves to studying Corpus's endless secrets for thousands upon thousands of years. Everything here had been created by the true god. Even though it had been blasted to pieces, fragments of divine artifacts were still enough to drive the Mortal Civilization insane. Over the course of several thousand years, the Thirteen Saints and the Elder Council had explored every temple and tower, excavating and collecting everything they could find and move before concentrating it all in the collection hall of the Spirit Realm Bell Tower. Now, those treasures had become Hao Ren's new target.
Hao Ren stood before the great hole at the end of the palace—the place where the Goddess had fallen long ago. He looked down at the twisted,