"The world really is dangerous..."
Jiang Ding murmured.
Even someone as dutiful, honest, innocent, and lovable as him—someone who never caused trouble—could suddenly suffer an undeserved calamity for no reason at all.
If not for the Immortal Sect standing behind him, his divine soul might already have been inhabited without his knowing it. He might not necessarily die, but becoming someone else's chess piece, someone else's servant, with life and death no longer in his own hands, would be inevitable.
Jiang Ding released the Centipede Celestial Lord's carapace in his hand, along with that segment limb used for storage, letting them fall into the sea, sink to the ocean floor, and bury themselves deep in the seabed mud.
Those things were worth at least several trillion low-grade spirit stones, but they were no longer safe.
A trace of hatred surfaced in Jiang Ding's heart, then vanished again.
"It's fine, it's fine."
"I'm not angry at all. Senior merely cared for me and gave me a little guidance."
"This is regard. This is an honor..."
Jiang Ding kept hypnotizing himself, making the resentment in his heart disperse.
The weak truly should not harbor resentment.
To cultivators who were too powerful, it would be obvious at a glance. It was far too dangerous and could easily lead to death.
"I'm an exceptionally magnanimous person... an exceptionally kind person..."
"So kind, so pure—how could I possibly hold a grudge? Absolutely impossible..."
As he kept thinking this, Jiang Ding quickly forgot about the matter and became cheerful again.
Spatial runes appeared around him one after another as teleportation began. This was an ability of the Great Sun Boundary-Fixing Formation. Spending several hundred million low-grade spirit stones allowed one to teleport freely within the realm.
It sounded like a great deal, but to a Celestial