A few days later.
Ning Zhuo's soul entered the Immortal Palace.
He quickly assembled his body, walking down from a small mountain of mechanical parts.
"Life hanging on a thread..." His steps were slow, carefully feeling everything.
As the embryonic form of his divine skills grew stronger, his perception of the mortal thread above his head deepened.
"With each transfer along the life thread, there is always loss. Now, I will use the power of my Buddha Heart Demon Seal, and the loss on the life thread will be much less than before!"
"Ning Zhuo is here."
"Look at his head, it really is big."
"Hmph, making us all wait for him, he's got quite an entourage."
The puppets gathered around the first portal, murmuring as they watched Ning Zhuo approach.
The others were already in place, and Ning Zhuo was the last to arrive.
Ning Zhuo also looked at them.
Five from the Zhou Family, two from the Zheng Family, and just himself from the Ning Family.