The combined strength of everyone was still inferior to Ding Ling's strength alone.
While everyone was impressed,
they became increasingly cautious in their actions, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
They all knew that Ding Ling would descend to the mortal realm one day.
If they encountered Ding Ling again in the future but had failed to do their work properly, wouldn't that give others something to criticize and leave them with a handle to use against them?
They were still hoping to receive Ding Ling's praise and make further progress.
Underworld.
'Diao Chan,' Wang Zhaojun, Yang Yuhuan, Li Shishi, Su Xiaoxiao, Zhao Feiyan, and the other great beauties were also discussing whether they should ascend.
Wang Zhaojun and the others wanted to follow Ding Ling.
As they put it:
"We've followed Your Majesty for so many years in this world. We've long regarded Your Majesty as our Lord. How could we not follow Your Majesty closely and fulfill our duty as subjects?"
Zhao Feiyan's body was as light as a wisp of mist. With delicate brows, bright eyes, red lips, and pearly teeth, she resembled the Guye Goddess. She slightly parted her lips and said softly:
"But Your Majesty never asked us to follow him."
Speaking of this matter,
all the women were troubled.
Ding Ling had chosen Zhuge Liang, Xiang Yu, Fu Qingfeng, You Ruo, and the others to ascend to the Upper Realm, but he had not chosen them.
"Could Your Majesty think our cultivation is too low and not feel reassured bringing us to the Upper Realm?"
Su Xiaoxiao was petite and exquisite, with an ethereal beauty. At this moment, her brows were slightly furrowed, making her seem especially pitiable:
"After all, we only possess Netherworld Ghost Bodies. Although our cultivation is fairly good