Huo Ling began a carpet search of the tunnels nearby.
He first searched the entire main passage, then moved on to each of the surrounding branches.
It was a lengthy task and demanded utmost care.
However, because Jergal's corpse still bore divine artifacts, whose properties could be sensed, Huo Ling usually only needed to make a pass through each passage.
As long as he detected no trace of divine artifacts within the range his mental power could spread, he could continue onward.
At last, after an unknown amount of time had passed, Huo Ling finally found the corpse of Jergal, the God of Death.
The corpse of this god, over ten meters tall, was trapped within a pit that resembled a dead end.
This was fortunate for both Huo Ling and Jergal.
If Jergal's corpse had not been blown into this cave, it might have been carried who knew where—perhaps even blown out of the Eye of the Void.
The same was true for Jergal. Though He had died, at least His corpse had remained intact. He had, in a sense, been left with a whole body.
Huo Ling slowly descended from above the pit and arrived before Jergal's corpse.
Looking at this corpse, no different from how it had been in life, he was in an excellent mood.
Could today really be Lord Huo's lucky day?
Not only would he obtain the Three Death Artifacts, but he would also gain the corpse of a powerful divine being?
Huo Ling examined the divine body. It wore that ancient grayish-white suit of armor, the crown rested upon its head, and a long-handled war scythe was gripped in one hand.
What a pity. A God of Death with powerful divine power had actually died in such a corner.
After his moment of