The very few women who did not want to marry him worshiped Ding Ling fanatically.
They were simply more calm and rational, believing they were not worthy of Ding Ling and that he could never marry them.
Thus.
They did not dare indulge in wishful thinking!
Of course.
There were also some extraordinarily confident prodigies.
They had just ventured into the world and once believed that as long as they worked hard and were lucky enough, they might have a chance to become a second legendary idol, an unparalleled existence like Ding Ling.
It was not only them.
There were men as well.
Every year, quite a few brash young newcomers would charge into the Game World, shouting loudly as they dreamed of becoming the next Martial World Myth!
But unfortunately.
No one could replicate Ding Ling's success!
After the bloody jianghu taught these reckless youngsters a lesson, they became honest.
They also came to understand ever more deeply why those predecessors worshiped Ding Ling so much.
It was simply because, as a player.
Ding Ling had grown explosively to this point amid the pursuit and encirclement of countless Ascenders, Natives, and players. It was simply too miraculous!
Thus.
After coming to this realization.
As expected.
This batch of new players also became Ding Ling's die-hard fans. They began worshiping Ding Ling and tried to join his organizations and sects.
Ding Ling's influence grew once more.
As for all this.
Ding Ling paid it no attention.
He was like a True Dragon soaring above the Ninth Heaven, constantly battling the gods in the sky and rarely noticing what the ants on the ground were doing.
Even when he occasionally glanced down, it was only during his leisure time or unintentionally.
Having grown to his level.
He rarely paid attention to