The ruins within this Sealed Land had now become Zong Shen's spoils of war.
He did not recall the accompanying warriors. Instead, he split his focus three ways, simultaneously controlling two [Demon Mirror Images] clones as they explored and looted the ruins alongside him.
The clones had inherited the main body's strength and were practically human excavation machines, making quick work of clearing obstacles and demolition alike.
After roughly twenty minutes, Zong Shen and his two clones gathered at the center of the Sealed Land.
At the cost of shrinking his soul body, Silvermoon Prince Ansel had transformed the remaining half of his benevolent soul into a complete soul the size of a gnome. He now stood quietly to one side, watching Zong Shen take stock of the spoils.
He appeared neither sorrowful nor joyful. After enduring more than ten thousand years of torment, all that remained within him was profound exhaustion.
After such an immense span of time, whether it was hatred or longing, everything in the outside world had long since changed beyond recognition. He, Ansel, had already dedicated everything he possessed to the Elf Race back then.
Now, he could finally rest.
Zong Shen stood in a small open space within the ruins' Mine Hall, looking at the loot scavenged from the ruins before him and nodding in satisfaction.
The first thing that caught his eye was over a hundred treasure chests, piled together in stacks and giving off the distinct impression of a dockside unloading area.
As the core area of a large ruin, this place held quite a number of treasure chests, which were themselves an extra reward bestowed by the Lord System upon lords exploring ruins.
It was no exaggeration to say that Zong Shen had rapidly amassed his first fortune through exploring ruins