To be honest, ever since Hao Ren had taken on the mess that was the Dream Plane, he might not have improved much in other areas, but at least his mentality had become exceptionally strong.
He encountered the ruins of various civilizations, the remains of planets, and divine relics every day. Every few days, some ancient demigod like Lockmadon would explode on the spot. Almost nothing he handled ever ended with universal celebration and everyone going home happy. He had even earned the nicknames Explosion Ren and Corpse Collector among his colleagues... After all that training, he had long since developed the composure to remain unfazed even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, as well as the nerves to keep his hands steady when the computer lost power before he could save his work. There was a saying, wasn't there? After working in a morgue long enough, being thrown into a war zone in the Middle East would feel like going home to visit family...
So now that the dust had settled, the culprit had been executed, and the Amantir Crystal was in their hands, the contamination it had suffered was no longer much of a concern in Hao Ren's eyes.
Although the contamination was indeed troublesome.
Above Platform Three, the Amantir Crystal floated quietly. It was identical in size and shape to the other two crystals, but its color had changed completely. Winding patterns resembling blood vessels covered the surface of its translucent body, while large, clearly visible shadows and dark-red blotches could be seen inside. Yet even that contamination was not the most fatal part. The worst damage was at the bottom of the crystal: large masses of pitch-black structures had thrust out from within it like proliferating bone spurs. Some of those black structures bore