At a rough glance, there seemed to be at least hundreds of thousands of them. If he looked closely and searched, he might even find more.
Why was this happening?
Had Xingzai seen wrong? Or was his eyesight insufficient, and was he unable to see through the truth?
Ding Ling had no idea, but this did not affect his thoughts. He remembered what Old Ding had told him. Old Ding had said that this trip would bring good fortune and no danger. Although there would be some twists and turns, the final result would still be good.
Old Ding was no ordinary immortal. His divine abilities were extremely powerful. Ding Ling estimated that his potential was at least at the Sage level.
His calculations were naturally extremely accurate. If he said nothing would happen, then nothing would happen. Whether it was emotional consolation or hope for the future, Ding Ling believed Old Ding.
Therefore, although Ding Ling was extremely cautious on this trip to the Immortal Palace, he was not afraid.
Of course, Ding Ling had also prepared for the worst. Even if he really died this time, it would only be the death of one incarnation and would not affect his true body. However, he would feel deeply sorry about the departure of Ding Xiaoyu, Ding Yanrong, Ding Shu, and the others. These thumb-sized people had already become Ding Ling's kin and friends. It would be very difficult for Ding Ling to abandon them.
If I can avoid dying, I should still avoid it.
Thinking this, Ding Ling moved like a streak of light. Before long, he reached the end of the Immortal Palace Territory and saw Uncle Nine pacing uncertainly at the entrance.
His soul was ethereal, as though it were a wisp of green smoke that would